I used to work for AccessAtlanta.com, and we threw together some pretty good sites (and some pretty aggravating ones, at least from the management perspective). For a while, the job was quite fun, and the people were great.
It all went downhill at some point, and I'm now at my "new" nine-month-old job, so I don't really think about those days much.
A couple of days ago (maybe yesterday...), I was listening to a morning show in my half-waken stupor, and the Atlanta Journal-Constitution had an radio ad for "AccessAtlanta"--their weekend preview fun guide thingy. Feeling both nostalgic and curious, I hit the site.
Ugh. That looks worse than a bowl of pus.
April 30, 2003
The New AccessAtlanta
I used to work for AccessAtlanta.com, and we threw together some pretty good sites (and some pretty aggravating ones, at least from the management perspective). For a while, the job was quite fun, and the people were great.
It all went downhill at some point, and I'm now at my "new" nine-month-old job, so I don't really think about those days much.
A couple of days ago (maybe yesterday...), I was listening to a morning show in my half-waken stupor, and the Atlanta Journal-Constitution had an radio ad for "AccessAtlanta"--their weekend preview fun guide thingy. Feeling both nostalgic and curious, I hit the site.
Ugh. That looks worse than a bowl of pus.
It all went downhill at some point, and I'm now at my "new" nine-month-old job, so I don't really think about those days much.
A couple of days ago (maybe yesterday...), I was listening to a morning show in my half-waken stupor, and the Atlanta Journal-Constitution had an radio ad for "AccessAtlanta"--their weekend preview fun guide thingy. Feeling both nostalgic and curious, I hit the site.
Ugh. That looks worse than a bowl of pus.
Well, I've got good company...
Looks like I'm joining in the fifth level of hell...
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
And here I thought I'd be lumped in with the Lustful, but apparently I'm not Lustful enough. I guess I need to work on that...
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Moderate |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Very High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
And here I thought I'd be lumped in with the Lustful, but apparently I'm not Lustful enough. I guess I need to work on that...
Well, I've got good company...
Looks like I'm joining in the fifth level of hell...
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
And here I thought I'd be lumped in with the Lustful, but apparently I'm not Lustful enough. I guess I need to work on that...
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Very High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Moderate |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Very High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
And here I thought I'd be lumped in with the Lustful, but apparently I'm not Lustful enough. I guess I need to work on that...
April 29, 2003
Bronze Archives
Having run the for close to five years now, I've gotten a lot of mail from Buffy fans. A lot of people write in to thank me for putting the site together, and reading those messages gives me warm fuzzies.
Originally, the Bronze Archives were just going to be for myself, because 1) I didn't have time to troll the board all the time to wait for a VIP, and 2) I liked my contributions to discussions about Buffy to be a bit less spur-of-the-moment--I always thought Usenet made for easier-to-follow discussions.
Much of the mail is from people who are trying to be helpful--telling me about VIPs that I've missed or giving suggestions on how they'd like to see the archives. There was the time where I mis-recorded "Bargaining," and so I put a note on the site, and some very helpful people offered to make tapes for me.
And then there's the mail in error. I get a lot of messages from people wanting me to tell Joss something or tell Sarah something. It's understandable. Mostly I just let the sender know that I'm not affiliated with Mutant Enemy or the WB or UPN, and your best bet to contact the writers or actors is either by hanging at the Beta around showtime or writing the studio.
I get a lot of really confused mail, too, where people address it "Dear Sarah" or "Dear Joss." I got mail today, though, which rather takes the cake:
Someone wrote me a message asking if Buffy was really cancelled.
Huh?! You did watch the past few weeks where UPN was saying "Only five episodes left," right?
I suppose I'm being a bit harsh (I was polite in my response), but if this is really "[your] absolute favorite!!" shouldn't you already know what the deal is with the show?
Originally, the Bronze Archives were just going to be for myself, because 1) I didn't have time to troll the board all the time to wait for a VIP, and 2) I liked my contributions to discussions about Buffy to be a bit less spur-of-the-moment--I always thought Usenet made for easier-to-follow discussions.
Much of the mail is from people who are trying to be helpful--telling me about VIPs that I've missed or giving suggestions on how they'd like to see the archives. There was the time where I mis-recorded "Bargaining," and so I put a note on the site, and some very helpful people offered to make tapes for me.
And then there's the mail in error. I get a lot of messages from people wanting me to tell Joss something or tell Sarah something. It's understandable. Mostly I just let the sender know that I'm not affiliated with Mutant Enemy or the WB or UPN, and your best bet to contact the writers or actors is either by hanging at the Beta around showtime or writing the studio.
I get a lot of really confused mail, too, where people address it "Dear Sarah" or "Dear Joss." I got mail today, though, which rather takes the cake:
Someone wrote me a message asking if Buffy was really cancelled.
Huh?! You did watch the past few weeks where UPN was saying "Only five episodes left," right?
I suppose I'm being a bit harsh (I was polite in my response), but if this is really "[your] absolute favorite!!" shouldn't you already know what the deal is with the show?
Bronze Archives
Having run the for close to five years now, I've gotten a lot of mail from Buffy fans. A lot of people write in to thank me for putting the site together, and reading those messages gives me warm fuzzies.
Originally, the Bronze Archives were just going to be for myself, because 1) I didn't have time to troll the board all the time to wait for a VIP, and 2) I liked my contributions to discussions about Buffy to be a bit less spur-of-the-moment--I always thought Usenet made for easier-to-follow discussions.
Much of the mail is from people who are trying to be helpful--telling me about VIPs that I've missed or giving suggestions on how they'd like to see the archives. There was the time where I mis-recorded "Bargaining," and so I put a note on the site, and some very helpful people offered to make tapes for me.
And then there's the mail in error. I get a lot of messages from people wanting me to tell Joss something or tell Sarah something. It's understandable. Mostly I just let the sender know that I'm not affiliated with Mutant Enemy or the WB or UPN, and your best bet to contact the writers or actors is either by hanging at the Beta around showtime or writing the studio.
I get a lot of really confused mail, too, where people address it "Dear Sarah" or "Dear Joss." I got mail today, though, which rather takes the cake:
Someone wrote me a message asking if Buffy was really cancelled.
Huh?! You did watch the past few weeks where UPN was saying "Only five episodes left," right?
I suppose I'm being a bit harsh (I was polite in my response), but if this is really "[your] absolute favorite!!" shouldn't you already know what the deal is with the show?
Originally, the Bronze Archives were just going to be for myself, because 1) I didn't have time to troll the board all the time to wait for a VIP, and 2) I liked my contributions to discussions about Buffy to be a bit less spur-of-the-moment--I always thought Usenet made for easier-to-follow discussions.
Much of the mail is from people who are trying to be helpful--telling me about VIPs that I've missed or giving suggestions on how they'd like to see the archives. There was the time where I mis-recorded "Bargaining," and so I put a note on the site, and some very helpful people offered to make tapes for me.
And then there's the mail in error. I get a lot of messages from people wanting me to tell Joss something or tell Sarah something. It's understandable. Mostly I just let the sender know that I'm not affiliated with Mutant Enemy or the WB or UPN, and your best bet to contact the writers or actors is either by hanging at the Beta around showtime or writing the studio.
I get a lot of really confused mail, too, where people address it "Dear Sarah" or "Dear Joss." I got mail today, though, which rather takes the cake:
Someone wrote me a message asking if Buffy was really cancelled.
Huh?! You did watch the past few weeks where UPN was saying "Only five episodes left," right?
I suppose I'm being a bit harsh (I was polite in my response), but if this is really "[your] absolute favorite!!" shouldn't you already know what the deal is with the show?
Rock Concert Movement No. 1
No, I did not feel the earthquake this morning; I slept through it--living in a somewhat sub-ground-level condo, I suspect I didn't feel the quake as pronounced as say, someone who lived on the 15th floor of a high-rise.
Nothing really happened to my stuff, either. Hearing the news, I fully expected the LEGO TIE Interceptor to be in pieces on the floor of my computer room, but it was sitting pretty on the top of my bookshelf.
Nothing really happened to my stuff, either. Hearing the news, I fully expected the LEGO TIE Interceptor to be in pieces on the floor of my computer room, but it was sitting pretty on the top of my bookshelf.
Rock Concert Movement No. 1
No, I did not feel the earthquake this morning; I slept through it--living in a somewhat sub-ground-level condo, I suspect I didn't feel the quake as pronounced as say, someone who lived on the 15th floor of a high-rise.
Nothing really happened to my stuff, either. Hearing the news, I fully expected the LEGO TIE Interceptor to be in pieces on the floor of my computer room, but it was sitting pretty on the top of my bookshelf.
Nothing really happened to my stuff, either. Hearing the news, I fully expected the LEGO TIE Interceptor to be in pieces on the floor of my computer room, but it was sitting pretty on the top of my bookshelf.
April 28, 2003
Donuts, is there anything they can't do?
Having spied someone talking about Krispy Kremes on the friendsfriends page, I'm now craving some Hot Donuts Now. Ugh. I should be eating right, and here I can taste the melting, sweet glaze of a couple of Kremes. Make it stop!
Donuts, is there anything they can't do?
Having spied someone talking about Krispy Kremes on the friendsfriends page, I'm now craving some Hot Donuts Now. Ugh. I should be eating right, and here I can taste the melting, sweet glaze of a couple of Kremes. Make it stop!
April 27, 2003
Spent most of the day playing Baldur's Gate, but I did work some productivity into it--while I played, I taped South Park, Black Sash, Smallville, Buffy and Angel for , and at one point, I had the Pathfinder's oil changed.
I still need to check on what's up with the exhaust system leak...
When I got home from the oil change, I found an Amazon box on my doorstep. The contents: Music from Cirque du Soleil's O, and Blue Man Group, The Complex.
The Complex, with its rock influences, is an orthogonal opposite to how I previously described O's soundtrack--the distorted guitars, and syncopated rhythm-driven songs make me want to get all jungle boogie. But all the beats belie some really intricate melodies.
Of the Music from O, however, I don't think I've felt this way about a work of music since Patrick Doyle's The Wedding Night or the second movement to Rachmaninov's Piano Concerto #2. I could listen to the first and last track on repeat for hours, swelling with emotion. I'm having trouble deciding if the visual spectacle of the show or the sweeping music is more beautiful.
And it's precisely this cathartic lyricism that's keeping me awake after only getting five hours of sleep last night.
I still need to check on what's up with the exhaust system leak...
When I got home from the oil change, I found an Amazon box on my doorstep. The contents: Music from Cirque du Soleil's O, and Blue Man Group, The Complex.
The Complex, with its rock influences, is an orthogonal opposite to how I previously described O's soundtrack--the distorted guitars, and syncopated rhythm-driven songs make me want to get all jungle boogie. But all the beats belie some really intricate melodies.
Of the Music from O, however, I don't think I've felt this way about a work of music since Patrick Doyle's The Wedding Night or the second movement to Rachmaninov's Piano Concerto #2. I could listen to the first and last track on repeat for hours, swelling with emotion. I'm having trouble deciding if the visual spectacle of the show or the sweeping music is more beautiful.
And it's precisely this cathartic lyricism that's keeping me awake after only getting five hours of sleep last night.
Spent most of the day playing Baldur's Gate, but I did work some productivity into it--while I played, I taped South Park, Black Sash, Smallville, Buffy and Angel for , and at one point, I had the Pathfinder's oil changed.
I still need to check on what's up with the exhaust system leak...
When I got home from the oil change, I found an Amazon box on my doorstep. The contents: Music from Cirque du Soleil's O, and Blue Man Group, The Complex.
The Complex, with its rock influences, is an orthogonal opposite to how I previously described O's soundtrack--the distorted guitars, and syncopated rhythm-driven songs make me want to get all jungle boogie. But all the beats belie some really intricate melodies.
Of the Music from O, however, I don't think I've felt this way about a work of music since Patrick Doyle's The Wedding Night or the second movement to Rachmaninov's Piano Concerto #2. I could listen to the first and last track on repeat for hours, swelling with emotion. I'm having trouble deciding if the visual spectacle of the show or the sweeping music is more beautiful.
And it's precisely this cathartic lyricism that's keeping me awake after only getting five hours of sleep last night.
I still need to check on what's up with the exhaust system leak...
When I got home from the oil change, I found an Amazon box on my doorstep. The contents: Music from Cirque du Soleil's O, and Blue Man Group, The Complex.
The Complex, with its rock influences, is an orthogonal opposite to how I previously described O's soundtrack--the distorted guitars, and syncopated rhythm-driven songs make me want to get all jungle boogie. But all the beats belie some really intricate melodies.
Of the Music from O, however, I don't think I've felt this way about a work of music since Patrick Doyle's The Wedding Night or the second movement to Rachmaninov's Piano Concerto #2. I could listen to the first and last track on repeat for hours, swelling with emotion. I'm having trouble deciding if the visual spectacle of the show or the sweeping music is more beautiful.
And it's precisely this cathartic lyricism that's keeping me awake after only getting five hours of sleep last night.
April 25, 2003
Poker notes; Attack of the Middle School Meme Monster
Played poker last night with 's friends. Made a good stack of money--I was really lucky. The games we played were all pot limit, but were far tamer than the pot limit games we play when Ollie, Tony, and are around. Playing 5-stud low (dealt one down, four up), I paired aces against my opponent who paired eights. I hit a boat to beat Chris' Flush in seven stud natural. I had the Ace in the hole in High Chicago.
I introduced my hosts to Screwy Louie, which we played pot limit. Kinda scary, because, like I said, the table was far tamer then my usual games; once the cards were getting played out, though, the betting started rising--especially after we declared. I declared high showing 652A, while the only other player going high was showing 7654. With three players, he checks his open. The low checks (like I said, tame), and I bet three dollars, and the other high raises me 12.50. Something about his initial check, though--a hint of exasperation in his demeanor, perhaps--led me to believe that he didn't have the straight. I call, and he mucks his cards.
Whew. I hope my luck lasts tonight.
I found these memes on the friendsfriends page. All of these questions feel like something out of a Middle School Slambook, which begs the question, "Why in the hell am I answering?" I dunno. In the immortal words of Odd Todd, "Beats working..."
// series 1 - you
---> Name: James Tze-Ming Hsiao
---> Birthdate: December 19, 1973
---> Current Location: Tucker, GA on the outskirts of I-285
---> Hair Color: Black
---> Righty or Lefty: Righty
---> Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
---> Innie or Outtie: Innie
// series two - describe
---> The shoes you wore today: Black Leather Lace-ups
---> Your hair: Short, thick, with a few gray hairs strewn about the sides.
---> Your eyes: So brown they can look black sometimes.
---> Your weakness: I'm a sucker for a pretty face.
---> Your fears: Being alone.
---> Your perfect pizza: Pineapple only. Ham is ok, but just pineapple is preferred
// series three - what is
---> Your most overused phrase on aol\aim: gotcha
---> Your thoughts first waking up: Should I watch TV?
---> The first feature you notice in the opposite (or same) sex: the whole face.
---> Your best physical features: My voice
---> Your usual bedtime: 1:00 - 2:00 AM
---> Your greatest accomplishment: Writing Abraham
---> Your best memory: Just lounging in bed with a former lover, with a whole day of planned activities foregone.
// series four - do you
---> Smoke: No.
---> Cuss: Yes.
---> Sing well: Yes.
---> Take a shower everyday: Most of the time. Sometimes twice.
---> Like high school: Not particularly, although I do have some nostalgia for it.
---> Want to get married?: Yes.
---> Type with your fingers on the right keys: Mostly.
---> Believe in yourself: Not terribly.
---> Get motion sickness: Yes.
---> Think you're attractive: Sometimes.
---> Think you're a health freak: Nope.
---> Get along with your parents: Yes.
---> Like thunderstorms: Sometimes.
---> Play an instrument: Yes. (see previous meme)
// series five - in the past month, did/have you
---> Drank alcohol: Yes
---> Smoked: No
---> Done a drug: No
---> Made Out: No
---> Go on a date: No
---> Go to the mall: Yes
---> Been on stage: No
---> Been dumped: No
---> Gone skating: Yes
---> Made homemade cookies: No
---> Been in love: Yes
---> Gone skinny dipping: Yes (see above meme)
---> Dyed your hair: No
---> Stolen anything: No
// series six - have you ever?
---> Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
---> Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes
---> Been caught "doing something": Yes
---> Been called a tease: No
---> Gotten beaten up: Depends on your definition of "beaten up"
---> Shoplifted: Technically, yes.
---> If so, did you get caught: No
---> Changed who you were to fit in: Yes.
// series seven - the future
---> Age you hope to be married: 32?
---> Numbers and Names of Children: I have no idea.
---> Describe your Dream Wedding: See above.
---> What age do you want to die: What kind of stupid question is this?
---> What do you want to be when you grow up:
---> What country would you most like to visit: China, SARS be damned!
---> Current Clothes: Jeans, Long-sleeved T-shirt, black socks.
---> Current Mood: Perturbed at the stupidity of these memes.
---> Current Taste: Honeybaked Ham Turkey Sandwich remnants.
---> Current Hair: Didn't I just answer this?
---> Current Annoyance: Stupid memes.
---> Current Smell: Turkey
---> Current thing you ought to be doing: Working on adding e-mail functionality to our application on a handheld Windows CE device.
---> Current Desktop Picture: No picture. At home I have Mom, Dad, and Jerry, and Rose Marie in another frame.
---> Current Favorite Groups: Blue Man Group, t.A.T.u., Hot Water Music, a-ha
---> Current DVD In Player: Nothing; most recently Boondock Saints
---> Current Worry: Getting home in time to get the poker table and meet up with everyone for the movie.
I introduced my hosts to Screwy Louie, which we played pot limit. Kinda scary, because, like I said, the table was far tamer then my usual games; once the cards were getting played out, though, the betting started rising--especially after we declared. I declared high showing 652A, while the only other player going high was showing 7654. With three players, he checks his open. The low checks (like I said, tame), and I bet three dollars, and the other high raises me 12.50. Something about his initial check, though--a hint of exasperation in his demeanor, perhaps--led me to believe that he didn't have the straight. I call, and he mucks his cards.
Whew. I hope my luck lasts tonight.
I found these memes on the friendsfriends page. All of these questions feel like something out of a Middle School Slambook, which begs the question, "Why in the hell am I answering?" I dunno. In the immortal words of Odd Todd, "Beats working..."
- Would you ever date someone younger than you?
This sounds a bit like a quiz written for junior high schoolers...Yes I have dated someone younger than I was. - Someone Older?
I have also dated numerous people older than I was. - Have you ever smoked weed?
Nope. - Ever been drunk?
A few times. Mostly on birthdays. - Been in love?
"Abso-fuckin-lutely." - Loved someone who you knew you couldn't have?
Yes. In both cases, the woman was unavailable due to marriage. - Gotten in a car accident?
Yes. Some idiot without working reverse lights backed into me in the parking lot of my high school when I was going to take the ACT. I rear ended someone while driving angry on a rainy day in Gainesville--my girlfriend of the time wasn't treating me well, and when she heard about it, she had no sympathy. Finally, about four years ago I inched my way into an old GM car driving my parent's Lexus. It was technically my fault, but I was maybe going like 5 MPH. - Broken a bone?
Nope. Unless you count the chipped tooth. - Had your heart broken?
Don't talk to me. - Last time you said I love you to someone?
Yesterday, to my mother. - Last time you cried?
Two nights ago while watching Inu-Yasha, I teared up in my usual overly-emotional way at a particularly emotional moment. The last time I wept openly was two years ago while talking to my former lover, who's husband had just died. - Last time you laughed?
This morning, thinking about this from The Tard Blog. - Where do you see yourself in 10 Years?
I don't know. - What age do you see yourself married at?
I have no clue. 32? - Describe your dream wedding:
Err... Classy, but not ostentatious? - Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
- If you could dye your hair one color what would it be?
Didn't I answer these like two days ago? - Have you ever been skinny-dipping?
Not really, unless you count the hot tub in the Oasis Spa at the Luxor - Do you eat chicken with fingers or with a fork?
I grab it in a hamfist and rip pieces off of the bone with my teeth. I then suck the marrow from the bones. Who wrote this quiz?? - Would you rather give or receive?
Give. - How many homes have you lived in?
About nine or so, counting my college apartments/dorms - Do you play any instruments?
For a while I played the viola, and in the loosest sense of the word, I play the guitar. - One pillow or two?
Four. - Do you get along with your parents?
Yes. My dad and I have occasional fights, but for the most part, we're happy. - Favorite town to chill?
Sin City. - Do you drive?
Yes. I live in Atlanta. - What kind of car do you have?
'94 Nissan Pathfinder. It's falling apart on the outside, but still runs fine on the inside. Besides, it's paid for... - What's your favorite color(s)?
Dark Green. - Do you work?
Yes. At least, that's what people call it when they see me at the computer... - What's your favorite food?
Meat. - Do you have braces?
Never have. - How many guys/girls have you kissed?
In a romantic/sexual sense, eight. - When was the last time you went on a date?
I think it was about two years ago. - Have you ever got in serious trouble?
I got laid off from my job November of 2001. Is that serious trouble? - Who was your first crush?
Christina Nuñez, in the third grade. I don't remember why--I think it was because she paid attention to me. Sandra Vargas in the fourth grade, because she was really quite breathtaking. - Do you have a crush?
Yes. - When you meet a person of your preferred sex, you first notice their:
Face. - Are you the romantic type?
In general... - Have you ever been chased by Cops?
Yes. I got a ticket for speeding in Gainesville not three weeks before I was to leave school for good.
// series 1 - you
---> Name: James Tze-Ming Hsiao
---> Birthdate: December 19, 1973
---> Current Location: Tucker, GA on the outskirts of I-285
---> Hair Color: Black
---> Righty or Lefty: Righty
---> Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
---> Innie or Outtie: Innie
// series two - describe
---> The shoes you wore today: Black Leather Lace-ups
---> Your hair: Short, thick, with a few gray hairs strewn about the sides.
---> Your eyes: So brown they can look black sometimes.
---> Your weakness: I'm a sucker for a pretty face.
---> Your fears: Being alone.
---> Your perfect pizza: Pineapple only. Ham is ok, but just pineapple is preferred
// series three - what is
---> Your most overused phrase on aol\aim: gotcha
---> Your thoughts first waking up: Should I watch TV?
---> The first feature you notice in the opposite (or same) sex: the whole face.
---> Your best physical features: My voice
---> Your usual bedtime: 1:00 - 2:00 AM
---> Your greatest accomplishment: Writing Abraham
---> Your best memory: Just lounging in bed with a former lover, with a whole day of planned activities foregone.
// series four - do you
---> Smoke: No.
---> Cuss: Yes.
---> Sing well: Yes.
---> Take a shower everyday: Most of the time. Sometimes twice.
---> Like high school: Not particularly, although I do have some nostalgia for it.
---> Want to get married?: Yes.
---> Type with your fingers on the right keys: Mostly.
---> Believe in yourself: Not terribly.
---> Get motion sickness: Yes.
---> Think you're attractive: Sometimes.
---> Think you're a health freak: Nope.
---> Get along with your parents: Yes.
---> Like thunderstorms: Sometimes.
---> Play an instrument: Yes. (see previous meme)
// series five - in the past month, did/have you
---> Drank alcohol: Yes
---> Smoked: No
---> Done a drug: No
---> Made Out: No
---> Go on a date: No
---> Go to the mall: Yes
---> Been on stage: No
---> Been dumped: No
---> Gone skating: Yes
---> Made homemade cookies: No
---> Been in love: Yes
---> Gone skinny dipping: Yes (see above meme)
---> Dyed your hair: No
---> Stolen anything: No
// series six - have you ever?
---> Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
---> Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes
---> Been caught "doing something": Yes
---> Been called a tease: No
---> Gotten beaten up: Depends on your definition of "beaten up"
---> Shoplifted: Technically, yes.
---> If so, did you get caught: No
---> Changed who you were to fit in: Yes.
// series seven - the future
---> Age you hope to be married: 32?
---> Numbers and Names of Children: I have no idea.
---> Describe your Dream Wedding: See above.
---> What age do you want to die: What kind of stupid question is this?
---> What do you want to be when you grow up:
---> What country would you most like to visit: China, SARS be damned!
---> Current Clothes: Jeans, Long-sleeved T-shirt, black socks.
---> Current Mood: Perturbed at the stupidity of these memes.
---> Current Taste: Honeybaked Ham Turkey Sandwich remnants.
---> Current Hair: Didn't I just answer this?
---> Current Annoyance: Stupid memes.
---> Current Smell: Turkey
---> Current thing you ought to be doing: Working on adding e-mail functionality to our application on a handheld Windows CE device.
---> Current Desktop Picture: No picture. At home I have Mom, Dad, and Jerry, and Rose Marie in another frame.
---> Current Favorite Groups: Blue Man Group, t.A.T.u., Hot Water Music, a-ha
---> Current DVD In Player: Nothing; most recently Boondock Saints
---> Current Worry: Getting home in time to get the poker table and meet up with everyone for the movie.
Poker notes; Attack of the Middle School Meme Monster
Played poker last night with 's friends. Made a good stack of money--I was really lucky. The games we played were all pot limit, but were far tamer than the pot limit games we play when Ollie, Tony, and are around. Playing 5-stud low (dealt one down, four up), I paired aces against my opponent who paired eights. I hit a boat to beat Chris' Flush in seven stud natural. I had the Ace in the hole in High Chicago.
I introduced my hosts to Screwy Louie, which we played pot limit. Kinda scary, because, like I said, the table was far tamer then my usual games; once the cards were getting played out, though, the betting started rising--especially after we declared. I declared high showing 652A, while the only other player going high was showing 7654. With three players, he checks his open. The low checks (like I said, tame), and I bet three dollars, and the other high raises me 12.50. Something about his initial check, though--a hint of exasperation in his demeanor, perhaps--led me to believe that he didn't have the straight. I call, and he mucks his cards.
Whew. I hope my luck lasts tonight.
I found these memes on the friendsfriends page. All of these questions feel like something out of a Middle School Slambook, which begs the question, "Why in the hell am I answering?" I dunno. In the immortal words of Odd Todd, "Beats working..."
// series 1 - you
---> Name: James Tze-Ming Hsiao
---> Birthdate: December 19, 1973
---> Current Location: Tucker, GA on the outskirts of I-285
---> Hair Color: Black
---> Righty or Lefty: Righty
---> Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
---> Innie or Outtie: Innie
// series two - describe
---> The shoes you wore today: Black Leather Lace-ups
---> Your hair: Short, thick, with a few gray hairs strewn about the sides.
---> Your eyes: So brown they can look black sometimes.
---> Your weakness: I'm a sucker for a pretty face.
---> Your fears: Being alone.
---> Your perfect pizza: Pineapple only. Ham is ok, but just pineapple is preferred
// series three - what is
---> Your most overused phrase on aol\aim: gotcha
---> Your thoughts first waking up: Should I watch TV?
---> The first feature you notice in the opposite (or same) sex: the whole face.
---> Your best physical features: My voice
---> Your usual bedtime: 1:00 - 2:00 AM
---> Your greatest accomplishment: Writing Abraham
---> Your best memory: Just lounging in bed with a former lover, with a whole day of planned activities foregone.
// series four - do you
---> Smoke: No.
---> Cuss: Yes.
---> Sing well: Yes.
---> Take a shower everyday: Most of the time. Sometimes twice.
---> Like high school: Not particularly, although I do have some nostalgia for it.
---> Want to get married?: Yes.
---> Type with your fingers on the right keys: Mostly.
---> Believe in yourself: Not terribly.
---> Get motion sickness: Yes.
---> Think you're attractive: Sometimes.
---> Think you're a health freak: Nope.
---> Get along with your parents: Yes.
---> Like thunderstorms: Sometimes.
---> Play an instrument: Yes. (see previous meme)
// series five - in the past month, did/have you
---> Drank alcohol: Yes
---> Smoked: No
---> Done a drug: No
---> Made Out: No
---> Go on a date: No
---> Go to the mall: Yes
---> Been on stage: No
---> Been dumped: No
---> Gone skating: Yes
---> Made homemade cookies: No
---> Been in love: Yes
---> Gone skinny dipping: Yes (see above meme)
---> Dyed your hair: No
---> Stolen anything: No
// series six - have you ever?
---> Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
---> Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes
---> Been caught "doing something": Yes
---> Been called a tease: No
---> Gotten beaten up: Depends on your definition of "beaten up"
---> Shoplifted: Technically, yes.
---> If so, did you get caught: No
---> Changed who you were to fit in: Yes.
// series seven - the future
---> Age you hope to be married: 32?
---> Numbers and Names of Children: I have no idea.
---> Describe your Dream Wedding: See above.
---> What age do you want to die: What kind of stupid question is this?
---> What do you want to be when you grow up:
---> What country would you most like to visit: China, SARS be damned!
---> Current Clothes: Jeans, Long-sleeved T-shirt, black socks.
---> Current Mood: Perturbed at the stupidity of these memes.
---> Current Taste: Honeybaked Ham Turkey Sandwich remnants.
---> Current Hair: Didn't I just answer this?
---> Current Annoyance: Stupid memes.
---> Current Smell: Turkey
---> Current thing you ought to be doing: Working on adding e-mail functionality to our application on a handheld Windows CE device.
---> Current Desktop Picture: No picture. At home I have Mom, Dad, and Jerry, and Rose Marie in another frame.
---> Current Favorite Groups: Blue Man Group, t.A.T.u., Hot Water Music, a-ha
---> Current DVD In Player: Nothing; most recently Boondock Saints
---> Current Worry: Getting home in time to get the poker table and meet up with everyone for the movie.
I introduced my hosts to Screwy Louie, which we played pot limit. Kinda scary, because, like I said, the table was far tamer then my usual games; once the cards were getting played out, though, the betting started rising--especially after we declared. I declared high showing 652A, while the only other player going high was showing 7654. With three players, he checks his open. The low checks (like I said, tame), and I bet three dollars, and the other high raises me 12.50. Something about his initial check, though--a hint of exasperation in his demeanor, perhaps--led me to believe that he didn't have the straight. I call, and he mucks his cards.
Whew. I hope my luck lasts tonight.
I found these memes on the friendsfriends page. All of these questions feel like something out of a Middle School Slambook, which begs the question, "Why in the hell am I answering?" I dunno. In the immortal words of Odd Todd, "Beats working..."
- Would you ever date someone younger than you?
This sounds a bit like a quiz written for junior high schoolers...Yes I have dated someone younger than I was. - Someone Older?
I have also dated numerous people older than I was. - Have you ever smoked weed?
Nope. - Ever been drunk?
A few times. Mostly on birthdays. - Been in love?
"Abso-fuckin-lutely." - Loved someone who you knew you couldn't have?
Yes. In both cases, the woman was unavailable due to marriage. - Gotten in a car accident?
Yes. Some idiot without working reverse lights backed into me in the parking lot of my high school when I was going to take the ACT. I rear ended someone while driving angry on a rainy day in Gainesville--my girlfriend of the time wasn't treating me well, and when she heard about it, she had no sympathy. Finally, about four years ago I inched my way into an old GM car driving my parent's Lexus. It was technically my fault, but I was maybe going like 5 MPH. - Broken a bone?
Nope. Unless you count the chipped tooth. - Had your heart broken?
Don't talk to me. - Last time you said I love you to someone?
Yesterday, to my mother. - Last time you cried?
Two nights ago while watching Inu-Yasha, I teared up in my usual overly-emotional way at a particularly emotional moment. The last time I wept openly was two years ago while talking to my former lover, who's husband had just died. - Last time you laughed?
This morning, thinking about this from The Tard Blog. - Where do you see yourself in 10 Years?
I don't know. - What age do you see yourself married at?
I have no clue. 32? - Describe your dream wedding:
Err... Classy, but not ostentatious? - Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
- If you could dye your hair one color what would it be?
Didn't I answer these like two days ago? - Have you ever been skinny-dipping?
Not really, unless you count the hot tub in the Oasis Spa at the Luxor - Do you eat chicken with fingers or with a fork?
I grab it in a hamfist and rip pieces off of the bone with my teeth. I then suck the marrow from the bones. Who wrote this quiz?? - Would you rather give or receive?
Give. - How many homes have you lived in?
About nine or so, counting my college apartments/dorms - Do you play any instruments?
For a while I played the viola, and in the loosest sense of the word, I play the guitar. - One pillow or two?
Four. - Do you get along with your parents?
Yes. My dad and I have occasional fights, but for the most part, we're happy. - Favorite town to chill?
Sin City. - Do you drive?
Yes. I live in Atlanta. - What kind of car do you have?
'94 Nissan Pathfinder. It's falling apart on the outside, but still runs fine on the inside. Besides, it's paid for... - What's your favorite color(s)?
Dark Green. - Do you work?
Yes. At least, that's what people call it when they see me at the computer... - What's your favorite food?
Meat. - Do you have braces?
Never have. - How many guys/girls have you kissed?
In a romantic/sexual sense, eight. - When was the last time you went on a date?
I think it was about two years ago. - Have you ever got in serious trouble?
I got laid off from my job November of 2001. Is that serious trouble? - Who was your first crush?
Christina Nuñez, in the third grade. I don't remember why--I think it was because she paid attention to me. Sandra Vargas in the fourth grade, because she was really quite breathtaking. - Do you have a crush?
Yes. - When you meet a person of your preferred sex, you first notice their:
Face. - Are you the romantic type?
In general... - Have you ever been chased by Cops?
Yes. I got a ticket for speeding in Gainesville not three weeks before I was to leave school for good.
// series 1 - you
---> Name: James Tze-Ming Hsiao
---> Birthdate: December 19, 1973
---> Current Location: Tucker, GA on the outskirts of I-285
---> Hair Color: Black
---> Righty or Lefty: Righty
---> Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
---> Innie or Outtie: Innie
// series two - describe
---> The shoes you wore today: Black Leather Lace-ups
---> Your hair: Short, thick, with a few gray hairs strewn about the sides.
---> Your eyes: So brown they can look black sometimes.
---> Your weakness: I'm a sucker for a pretty face.
---> Your fears: Being alone.
---> Your perfect pizza: Pineapple only. Ham is ok, but just pineapple is preferred
// series three - what is
---> Your most overused phrase on aol\aim: gotcha
---> Your thoughts first waking up: Should I watch TV?
---> The first feature you notice in the opposite (or same) sex: the whole face.
---> Your best physical features: My voice
---> Your usual bedtime: 1:00 - 2:00 AM
---> Your greatest accomplishment: Writing Abraham
---> Your best memory: Just lounging in bed with a former lover, with a whole day of planned activities foregone.
// series four - do you
---> Smoke: No.
---> Cuss: Yes.
---> Sing well: Yes.
---> Take a shower everyday: Most of the time. Sometimes twice.
---> Like high school: Not particularly, although I do have some nostalgia for it.
---> Want to get married?: Yes.
---> Type with your fingers on the right keys: Mostly.
---> Believe in yourself: Not terribly.
---> Get motion sickness: Yes.
---> Think you're attractive: Sometimes.
---> Think you're a health freak: Nope.
---> Get along with your parents: Yes.
---> Like thunderstorms: Sometimes.
---> Play an instrument: Yes. (see previous meme)
// series five - in the past month, did/have you
---> Drank alcohol: Yes
---> Smoked: No
---> Done a drug: No
---> Made Out: No
---> Go on a date: No
---> Go to the mall: Yes
---> Been on stage: No
---> Been dumped: No
---> Gone skating: Yes
---> Made homemade cookies: No
---> Been in love: Yes
---> Gone skinny dipping: Yes (see above meme)
---> Dyed your hair: No
---> Stolen anything: No
// series six - have you ever?
---> Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
---> Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Yes
---> Been caught "doing something": Yes
---> Been called a tease: No
---> Gotten beaten up: Depends on your definition of "beaten up"
---> Shoplifted: Technically, yes.
---> If so, did you get caught: No
---> Changed who you were to fit in: Yes.
// series seven - the future
---> Age you hope to be married: 32?
---> Numbers and Names of Children: I have no idea.
---> Describe your Dream Wedding: See above.
---> What age do you want to die: What kind of stupid question is this?
---> What do you want to be when you grow up:
---> What country would you most like to visit: China, SARS be damned!
---> Current Clothes: Jeans, Long-sleeved T-shirt, black socks.
---> Current Mood: Perturbed at the stupidity of these memes.
---> Current Taste: Honeybaked Ham Turkey Sandwich remnants.
---> Current Hair: Didn't I just answer this?
---> Current Annoyance: Stupid memes.
---> Current Smell: Turkey
---> Current thing you ought to be doing: Working on adding e-mail functionality to our application on a handheld Windows CE device.
---> Current Desktop Picture: No picture. At home I have Mom, Dad, and Jerry, and Rose Marie in another frame.
---> Current Favorite Groups: Blue Man Group, t.A.T.u., Hot Water Music, a-ha
---> Current DVD In Player: Nothing; most recently Boondock Saints
---> Current Worry: Getting home in time to get the poker table and meet up with everyone for the movie.
April 24, 2003
April 23, 2003
I've got a couple of Shirt series on Cafepress at the moment. Here is a shirt I'm planning to put together for a new series.
What does it say, you ask?
"Foolish Westerner"
When I showed it to, he suggested one that says "Fuck you, round-eye." Finding the effective equivalent for round-eye might be tough, though. I am considering "Feng Shui My Ass," with the requisite red color and some turtles or dragons...
I still need to scan in the takeout box...
What does it say, you ask?
"Foolish Westerner"
When I showed it to
I still need to scan in the takeout box...
I've got a couple of Shirt series on Cafepress at the moment. Here is a shirt I'm planning to put together for a new series.
What does it say, you ask?
"Foolish Westerner"
When I showed it to, he suggested one that says "Fuck you, round-eye." Finding the effective equivalent for round-eye might be tough, though. I am considering "Feng Shui My Ass," with the requisite red color and some turtles or dragons...
I still need to scan in the takeout box...
What does it say, you ask?
"Foolish Westerner"
When I showed it to
I still need to scan in the takeout box...
Final notes for Vegas are up
Final notes for Vegas are up now.
Talking with Amy and Jeech and John last night, they all expressed interest in going back to Vegas this year. I'm definitely interested--I want to see the New York-New York Cirque and Blue Man Group and O again--but I'd like everyone to make it out there.
Back in the first few days in Vegas, mom and I were talking, and she was telling me that Vegas is apparently one of the ten best cities in the US to retire to. I'd probably visit a lot more than Christmas and Thanksgiving if that were the case...
Yes, I'm a horrible child.
Talking with Amy and Jeech and John last night, they all expressed interest in going back to Vegas this year. I'm definitely interested--I want to see the New York-New York Cirque and Blue Man Group and O again--but I'd like everyone to make it out there.
Back in the first few days in Vegas, mom and I were talking, and she was telling me that Vegas is apparently one of the ten best cities in the US to retire to. I'd probably visit a lot more than Christmas and Thanksgiving if that were the case...
Yes, I'm a horrible child.
Final notes for Vegas are up
Final notes for Vegas are up now.
Talking with Amy and Jeech and John last night, they all expressed interest in going back to Vegas this year. I'm definitely interested--I want to see the New York-New York Cirque and Blue Man Group and O again--but I'd like everyone to make it out there.
Back in the first few days in Vegas, mom and I were talking, and she was telling me that Vegas is apparently one of the ten best cities in the US to retire to. I'd probably visit a lot more than Christmas and Thanksgiving if that were the case...
Yes, I'm a horrible child.
Talking with Amy and Jeech and John last night, they all expressed interest in going back to Vegas this year. I'm definitely interested--I want to see the New York-New York Cirque and Blue Man Group and O again--but I'd like everyone to make it out there.
Back in the first few days in Vegas, mom and I were talking, and she was telling me that Vegas is apparently one of the ten best cities in the US to retire to. I'd probably visit a lot more than Christmas and Thanksgiving if that were the case...
Yes, I'm a horrible child.
Pool and My Battle Imp....
So like, we were tied for first in the division last night with Kristal's team at 52 wins on the session. We played them last night.
This morning, we are no longer tied for first.
In fact, we're no longer first, after dropping five out of five matches to them.
Ugh.
Apparently, "The Hsiaoshank Redemption" doesn't work in their input box.
This morning, we are no longer tied for first.
In fact, we're no longer first, after dropping five out of five matches to them.
Ugh.
| Tmhsiao's Battle Imp is |
 Asum |
Backstabbing: 8 Dodgin': 8 Guts: 10 Magic Mojo: 5 Smackdown: 5 |
Apparently, "The Hsiaoshank Redemption" doesn't work in their input box.
Pool and My Battle Imp....
So like, we were tied for first in the division last night with Kristal's team at 52 wins on the session. We played them last night.
This morning, we are no longer tied for first.
In fact, we're no longer first, after dropping five out of five matches to them.
Ugh.
Apparently, "The Hsiaoshank Redemption" doesn't work in their input box.
This morning, we are no longer tied for first.
In fact, we're no longer first, after dropping five out of five matches to them.
Ugh.
| Tmhsiao's Battle Imp is |
Asum |
Backstabbing: 8 Dodgin': 8 Guts: 10 Magic Mojo: 5 Smackdown: 5 |
Apparently, "The Hsiaoshank Redemption" doesn't work in their input box.
April 22, 2003
48 Things (Like you care...)
Yeah, yet another meme. I'm not in the mood to write anything substantial at the moment and I'm still working on the last day of Vegas.
1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? Either a gross earthy beige with orange wheat/grass or white with black trim.
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The Tipping Point for the book club, and I'm still working on Super-System.
3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? My mouse.
4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? I didn't have too many board games when I was growing up. Dungeon was one of my favorites when I was younger, as well as the Star Trek game which came out with The Motion Picture. Othello fascinated me when I would go to other people's houses.
5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? Smart Money (I almost typed "Smart Monkey").
6. FAVORITE SMELL? I think Stacey used to wear Knowing, and Kris Caraway's wearing of Liz Claiborne pulled that scent out of the Marcia-inspired circle of hell that I had relegated it to.
7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL? Probably B.O. or cigar/cigarette smoke.
8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? "Do I have time to watch some television before I have to shower?"
9. FAVORITE COLOUR? A dark green.
10. LEAST FAVORITE COLOUR? I don't particularly care.
11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? Probably about two.
12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? Phil A.? Seriously? I like Andrew, but Zuaelie picked that first. Ultimately, I'm a bit hampered in my decision, because the person who I would need to discuss this matter with doesn't exist at the moment.
13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? Money, Family, and Happiness. Maybe in that order. I haven't decided yet.
14. OF ALL THE POSSIBLE CIRCLES OF HELL, WHICH ARE YOU MOST LIKELY TO BE ASSIGNED TO? The one reserved for those who lust...
15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla.
16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? In my car, yes. Until I've gotten more time on the motorcycle, I'm a bit too nervous.
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? Not really. There is a stuffed Gir which is jammed between my bed and the wall, but he's just there because there's not really any other good place to put his head-heavy self.
18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? Cool, most of the time.
19. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? A Gray Mercury Sable Station Wagon.
20. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO WOULD IT BE? Apart from celebrity crushes on Alyson Hannigan, Paula Marshall, and Lauren Graham, I don't really think about meeting people in hypothetical situations.
21. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Ketel One and Tonic.
22. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN & YOUR BIRTHDAY? Sagittarius, Year of the Ox, December 19.
23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? Of course.
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE? A writer. Maybe comic-book writer.
25. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY HAIR COLOR WHAT WOULD IT BE? I'm thinking black just goes well with my Asian-ness.
26. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Abso-fuckin-lutely.
27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? Half-empty.
28. FAVORITE MOVIE? Don't have one. Usual Suspects, Raising Arizona are two serious contenders.
29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? Most of the time.
30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? Boxes full of crap.
31. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 315
32. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? College Football.
33. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR? Being Alone.
34. FAVORITE SONG? Don't have a favorite. My current song of the moment is "Rods and Cones" by The Blue Man Group.
35. FAVORITE TV SHOWS? Early Buffy, Cupid.
36. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD? I'm more partial to ketchup, but it depends.
37. HAMBURGERS OR HOTDOGS? Burgers.
38. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK? Coke.
39. THE BEST PLACES YOU HAVE EVER BEEN? Las Vegas, NV; Whistler, BC.
40. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? Xmatrix
41. BURGER KING OR MCDONALDS? McDonalds.
42. DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE RIGHT NOW THAT YOU COULD FALL IN LOVE WITH? Yes.
43. WHAT DID YOU DO YESTERDAY? Worked for most of the day, and then helped Jeech with his Jeep and helped Tony build benches outside of the bar.
44. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? Don't have a favorite. The Midnight Express at Diem is pretty high up there, but I wouldn't want to eat it everyday.
45. WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 20 YEARS? I have no clue.
46. IF YOU HAD THE CHOICE OF ANY SUPERHERO POWER TO POSSESS, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Flight.
47. WHAT'S THE WEIRDEST DREAM YOU'VE EVER HAD? I probably don't remember the weirdest one, but I do remember one where I learned to fly by stretching my arms out and spinning like a copter. And then the crew of the Enterprise D was in midair, floating with me, playing steel drums.
I don't get it either.
48. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE CLASSICAL COMPOSER? Rachmaninov.
1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? Either a gross earthy beige with orange wheat/grass or white with black trim.
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The Tipping Point for the book club, and I'm still working on Super-System.
3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? My mouse.
4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? I didn't have too many board games when I was growing up. Dungeon was one of my favorites when I was younger, as well as the Star Trek game which came out with The Motion Picture. Othello fascinated me when I would go to other people's houses.
5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? Smart Money (I almost typed "Smart Monkey").
6. FAVORITE SMELL? I think Stacey used to wear Knowing, and Kris Caraway's wearing of Liz Claiborne pulled that scent out of the Marcia-inspired circle of hell that I had relegated it to.
7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL? Probably B.O. or cigar/cigarette smoke.
8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? "Do I have time to watch some television before I have to shower?"
9. FAVORITE COLOUR? A dark green.
10. LEAST FAVORITE COLOUR? I don't particularly care.
11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? Probably about two.
12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? Phil A.? Seriously? I like Andrew, but Zuaelie picked that first. Ultimately, I'm a bit hampered in my decision, because the person who I would need to discuss this matter with doesn't exist at the moment.
13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? Money, Family, and Happiness. Maybe in that order. I haven't decided yet.
14. OF ALL THE POSSIBLE CIRCLES OF HELL, WHICH ARE YOU MOST LIKELY TO BE ASSIGNED TO? The one reserved for those who lust...
15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla.
16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? In my car, yes. Until I've gotten more time on the motorcycle, I'm a bit too nervous.
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? Not really. There is a stuffed Gir which is jammed between my bed and the wall, but he's just there because there's not really any other good place to put his head-heavy self.
18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? Cool, most of the time.
19. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? A Gray Mercury Sable Station Wagon.
20. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO WOULD IT BE? Apart from celebrity crushes on Alyson Hannigan, Paula Marshall, and Lauren Graham, I don't really think about meeting people in hypothetical situations.
21. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Ketel One and Tonic.
22. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN & YOUR BIRTHDAY? Sagittarius, Year of the Ox, December 19.
23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? Of course.
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE? A writer. Maybe comic-book writer.
25. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY HAIR COLOR WHAT WOULD IT BE? I'm thinking black just goes well with my Asian-ness.
26. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Abso-fuckin-lutely.
27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? Half-empty.
28. FAVORITE MOVIE? Don't have one. Usual Suspects, Raising Arizona are two serious contenders.
29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? Most of the time.
30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? Boxes full of crap.
31. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 315
32. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? College Football.
33. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR? Being Alone.
34. FAVORITE SONG? Don't have a favorite. My current song of the moment is "Rods and Cones" by The Blue Man Group.
35. FAVORITE TV SHOWS? Early Buffy, Cupid.
36. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD? I'm more partial to ketchup, but it depends.
37. HAMBURGERS OR HOTDOGS? Burgers.
38. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK? Coke.
39. THE BEST PLACES YOU HAVE EVER BEEN? Las Vegas, NV; Whistler, BC.
40. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? Xmatrix
41. BURGER KING OR MCDONALDS? McDonalds.
42. DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE RIGHT NOW THAT YOU COULD FALL IN LOVE WITH? Yes.
43. WHAT DID YOU DO YESTERDAY? Worked for most of the day, and then helped Jeech with his Jeep and helped Tony build benches outside of the bar.
44. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? Don't have a favorite. The Midnight Express at Diem is pretty high up there, but I wouldn't want to eat it everyday.
45. WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 20 YEARS? I have no clue.
46. IF YOU HAD THE CHOICE OF ANY SUPERHERO POWER TO POSSESS, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Flight.
47. WHAT'S THE WEIRDEST DREAM YOU'VE EVER HAD? I probably don't remember the weirdest one, but I do remember one where I learned to fly by stretching my arms out and spinning like a copter. And then the crew of the Enterprise D was in midair, floating with me, playing steel drums.
I don't get it either.
48. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE CLASSICAL COMPOSER? Rachmaninov.
48 Things (Like you care...)
Yeah, yet another meme. I'm not in the mood to write anything substantial at the moment and I'm still working on the last day of Vegas.
1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? Either a gross earthy beige with orange wheat/grass or white with black trim.
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The Tipping Point for the book club, and I'm still working on Super-System.
3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? My mouse.
4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? I didn't have too many board games when I was growing up. Dungeon was one of my favorites when I was younger, as well as the Star Trek game which came out with The Motion Picture. Othello fascinated me when I would go to other people's houses.
5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? Smart Money (I almost typed "Smart Monkey").
6. FAVORITE SMELL? I think Stacey used to wear Knowing, and Kris Caraway's wearing of Liz Claiborne pulled that scent out of the Marcia-inspired circle of hell that I had relegated it to.
7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL? Probably B.O. or cigar/cigarette smoke.
8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? "Do I have time to watch some television before I have to shower?"
9. FAVORITE COLOUR? A dark green.
10. LEAST FAVORITE COLOUR? I don't particularly care.
11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? Probably about two.
12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? Phil A.? Seriously? I like Andrew, but Zuaelie picked that first. Ultimately, I'm a bit hampered in my decision, because the person who I would need to discuss this matter with doesn't exist at the moment.
13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? Money, Family, and Happiness. Maybe in that order. I haven't decided yet.
14. OF ALL THE POSSIBLE CIRCLES OF HELL, WHICH ARE YOU MOST LIKELY TO BE ASSIGNED TO? The one reserved for those who lust...
15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla.
16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? In my car, yes. Until I've gotten more time on the motorcycle, I'm a bit too nervous.
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? Not really. There is a stuffed Gir which is jammed between my bed and the wall, but he's just there because there's not really any other good place to put his head-heavy self.
18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? Cool, most of the time.
19. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? A Gray Mercury Sable Station Wagon.
20. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO WOULD IT BE? Apart from celebrity crushes on Alyson Hannigan, Paula Marshall, and Lauren Graham, I don't really think about meeting people in hypothetical situations.
21. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Ketel One and Tonic.
22. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN & YOUR BIRTHDAY? Sagittarius, Year of the Ox, December 19.
23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? Of course.
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE? A writer. Maybe comic-book writer.
25. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY HAIR COLOR WHAT WOULD IT BE? I'm thinking black just goes well with my Asian-ness.
26. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Abso-fuckin-lutely.
27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? Half-empty.
28. FAVORITE MOVIE? Don't have one. Usual Suspects, Raising Arizona are two serious contenders.
29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? Most of the time.
30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? Boxes full of crap.
31. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 315
32. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? College Football.
33. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR? Being Alone.
34. FAVORITE SONG? Don't have a favorite. My current song of the moment is "Rods and Cones" by The Blue Man Group.
35. FAVORITE TV SHOWS? Early Buffy, Cupid.
36. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD? I'm more partial to ketchup, but it depends.
37. HAMBURGERS OR HOTDOGS? Burgers.
38. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK? Coke.
39. THE BEST PLACES YOU HAVE EVER BEEN? Las Vegas, NV; Whistler, BC.
40. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? Xmatrix
41. BURGER KING OR MCDONALDS? McDonalds.
42. DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE RIGHT NOW THAT YOU COULD FALL IN LOVE WITH? Yes.
43. WHAT DID YOU DO YESTERDAY? Worked for most of the day, and then helped Jeech with his Jeep and helped Tony build benches outside of the bar.
44. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? Don't have a favorite. The Midnight Express at Diem is pretty high up there, but I wouldn't want to eat it everyday.
45. WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 20 YEARS? I have no clue.
46. IF YOU HAD THE CHOICE OF ANY SUPERHERO POWER TO POSSESS, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Flight.
47. WHAT'S THE WEIRDEST DREAM YOU'VE EVER HAD? I probably don't remember the weirdest one, but I do remember one where I learned to fly by stretching my arms out and spinning like a copter. And then the crew of the Enterprise D was in midair, floating with me, playing steel drums.
I don't get it either.
48. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE CLASSICAL COMPOSER? Rachmaninov.
1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES? Either a gross earthy beige with orange wheat/grass or white with black trim.
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? The Tipping Point for the book club, and I'm still working on Super-System.
3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? My mouse.
4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? I didn't have too many board games when I was growing up. Dungeon was one of my favorites when I was younger, as well as the Star Trek game which came out with The Motion Picture. Othello fascinated me when I would go to other people's houses.
5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? Smart Money (I almost typed "Smart Monkey").
6. FAVORITE SMELL? I think Stacey used to wear Knowing, and Kris Caraway's wearing of Liz Claiborne pulled that scent out of the Marcia-inspired circle of hell that I had relegated it to.
7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL? Probably B.O. or cigar/cigarette smoke.
8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? "Do I have time to watch some television before I have to shower?"
9. FAVORITE COLOUR? A dark green.
10. LEAST FAVORITE COLOUR? I don't particularly care.
11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? Probably about two.
12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? Phil A.? Seriously? I like Andrew, but Zuaelie picked that first. Ultimately, I'm a bit hampered in my decision, because the person who I would need to discuss this matter with doesn't exist at the moment.
13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? Money, Family, and Happiness. Maybe in that order. I haven't decided yet.
14. OF ALL THE POSSIBLE CIRCLES OF HELL, WHICH ARE YOU MOST LIKELY TO BE ASSIGNED TO? The one reserved for those who lust...
15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Vanilla.
16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? In my car, yes. Until I've gotten more time on the motorcycle, I'm a bit too nervous.
17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? Not really. There is a stuffed Gir which is jammed between my bed and the wall, but he's just there because there's not really any other good place to put his head-heavy self.
18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? Cool, most of the time.
19. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? A Gray Mercury Sable Station Wagon.
20. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO WOULD IT BE? Apart from celebrity crushes on Alyson Hannigan, Paula Marshall, and Lauren Graham, I don't really think about meeting people in hypothetical situations.
21. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Ketel One and Tonic.
22. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN & YOUR BIRTHDAY? Sagittarius, Year of the Ox, December 19.
23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI? Of course.
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE? A writer. Maybe comic-book writer.
25. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY HAIR COLOR WHAT WOULD IT BE? I'm thinking black just goes well with my Asian-ness.
26. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Abso-fuckin-lutely.
27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY? Half-empty.
28. FAVORITE MOVIE? Don't have one. Usual Suspects, Raising Arizona are two serious contenders.
29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? Most of the time.
30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? Boxes full of crap.
31. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 315
32. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? College Football.
33. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR? Being Alone.
34. FAVORITE SONG? Don't have a favorite. My current song of the moment is "Rods and Cones" by The Blue Man Group.
35. FAVORITE TV SHOWS? Early Buffy, Cupid.
36. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD? I'm more partial to ketchup, but it depends.
37. HAMBURGERS OR HOTDOGS? Burgers.
38. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK? Coke.
39. THE BEST PLACES YOU HAVE EVER BEEN? Las Vegas, NV; Whistler, BC.
40. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW? Xmatrix
41. BURGER KING OR MCDONALDS? McDonalds.
42. DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE RIGHT NOW THAT YOU COULD FALL IN LOVE WITH? Yes.
43. WHAT DID YOU DO YESTERDAY? Worked for most of the day, and then helped Jeech with his Jeep and helped Tony build benches outside of the bar.
44. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? Don't have a favorite. The Midnight Express at Diem is pretty high up there, but I wouldn't want to eat it everyday.
45. WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 20 YEARS? I have no clue.
46. IF YOU HAD THE CHOICE OF ANY SUPERHERO POWER TO POSSESS, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Flight.
47. WHAT'S THE WEIRDEST DREAM YOU'VE EVER HAD? I probably don't remember the weirdest one, but I do remember one where I learned to fly by stretching my arms out and spinning like a copter. And then the crew of the Enterprise D was in midair, floating with me, playing steel drums.
I don't get it either.
48. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE CLASSICAL COMPOSER? Rachmaninov.
April 18, 2003
Things I learned in Vegas...
- You need to be prepared to play poker for a while to make money at it; an hour or two at the card table doesn't really help you do anything but lose blinds and bets on promising hands with horrible flops.
- It's better to be lucky than skilled, but being both doesn't hurt at all.
- Sometimes sucker bets pay off big.
- If you have big plans late at night, make sure you get enough rest beforehand.
- K-10 is still a pretty good hand at Texas Hold'Em.
- You never know when someone's going to catch a great card on the river. Be prepared to be beat.
- If you're going with a large group, buy your souvenirs on the first day, because afterwards, you'll be too busy gambling and/or herding cats to pick something up for people back home.
- A casino floor is stronger than any amount of caffeine at keeping you up.
- Playing too tight will backfire towards the end of a poker tournament, where the blinds will eat away at your dwindling chips.
- The Blue Man Group is phenomenal.
- If you're going to see Cirque du Soleil's O, try to get seats in the center section, where you can see the whole stage. You really do miss a lot sitting on the wings.
- Amazon.com has the soundtrack to O at twelve dollars cheaper than the price you'd get at the Cirque store in the Bellagio
I'll be posting some further details later, but I have to get to bed.
Things I learned in Vegas...
- You need to be prepared to play poker for a while to make money at it; an hour or two at the card table doesn't really help you do anything but lose blinds and bets on promising hands with horrible flops.
- It's better to be lucky than skilled, but being both doesn't hurt at all.
- Sometimes sucker bets pay off big.
- If you have big plans late at night, make sure you get enough rest beforehand.
- K-10 is still a pretty good hand at Texas Hold'Em.
- You never know when someone's going to catch a great card on the river. Be prepared to be beat.
- If you're going with a large group, buy your souvenirs on the first day, because afterwards, you'll be too busy gambling and/or herding cats to pick something up for people back home.
- A casino floor is stronger than any amount of caffeine at keeping you up.
- Playing too tight will backfire towards the end of a poker tournament, where the blinds will eat away at your dwindling chips.
- The Blue Man Group is phenomenal.
- If you're going to see Cirque du Soleil's O, try to get seats in the center section, where you can see the whole stage. You really do miss a lot sitting on the wings.
- Amazon.com has the soundtrack to O at twelve dollars cheaper than the price you'd get at the Cirque store in the Bellagio
I'll be posting some further details later, but I have to get to bed.
April 17, 2003
Final notes: Vegas
I woke up this (err... yesterday) morning still feeling like crap for dozing off during Cirque du Soleil. I don't know what it is, but it's like that sinking feeling that you get when you've just made something go wrong.
Mom planned on spending the entire day hanging out at the Spa, because of our free passes. Because our check-out time is about 11:00 AM, we called down to the front desk for a late check-out, and at some point, met up with Jeech and Keely to take the bags over to their room.
Their room? Yeah--because Jeech had dropped four figures on a couple of spins of the Roulette wheel, the pit boss decided to comp him a room at the top of the Pyramid. The nicest thing about this room (apart from a television remote that works) is the jacuzzi located in a corner of the room which looks out one of the sloped windows to the skyline of Las Vegas. Other than that, there's no shower, and it's pretty small.
I go with my mother to the room, using the Inclinators (not "Escavators", as we originally thought), and because my cell phone is dying, she decides to stay in the room and watch TV while my cell phone charges, and I head down to the tables. I play some Three Card Poker and Let it Ride for a bit, while I wait for a Hold'Em game to get together, but everything is pretty down on me, so I just hit poker area.
The poker tables are unkind, as well. I sit down only for about an hour or so, and I drop about 40 some dollars. Mom arrives and delivers my cell phone on her way to the Spa and the Excalibur, and Keely's there--unfortunately, the gang wants to hit the Hard Rock again, so I don't really have a chance to win any money back.
At the Hard Rock, we first go to eat at Pink Taco, a Tex-Mex restaurant peopled with pretty young things in tight tank tops. There are two chalkboards with the following slogans: "If you don't the Pink Taco, your best friend will," and "Eating out never tasted so good." Runa gets a tank top, and Keely grabs a tank top and thong all with "I love Pink Taco" emblazoned on front. The cool thing is pretty much everything is comped, because of the various winnings and play from the night before (everyone went to the Hard Rock while Mom and I watched O).
From there, it's table games. One of the first things I do is play some single deck Blackjack, as well as Blackjack in a five-deck shoe. My luckiest hand of the trip is when the dealer deals me two tens and shows a five. I decide to split the tens, as the dealer stands in wide-eyed amazement. "Are you SURE?" she asks. I nod, and she proceeds to give me an Ace for each ten. Whoo! Magic.
Unfortunately, every other game is not so lucky. I proceed to drop about sixty more dollars on various games, and then hit the ATM for three hundred more dollars. It's ok, I only spend about thirty of it for games. I play this new game "Ultimate 21" where you make a minimum two-dollar bet on the total of four cards from a five deck shoe: 17 or less pays 30-1, 18 pays 25-1, 19 pays 8-1, 20 pays 1-1, 21 pays 3-1, and Blackjack pays 4-1. I figure I was mostly ok playing a bet on 20 and another on whatever other bet I wanted (generally sticking to 18/19/BJ), but I dropped ten dollars on the game when 21 would hit.
Wanting to make my money last, I hit the Baby Deuces game that Runa played two nights ago. I played that for a while, and actually hit a Wild Royal Flush at one point. I cashed out after being positive (of course, this being nickel vidpoker, positive was about $5.25 up), and went on to drop another 20 on quarter video poker and 1 cent slots.
Tired of losing money, I met up with the gang at the tables, and we headed back to the Luxor. I hit the Spa again to clean up and relax. We ate around 9:00 at Hamada, the Japanese restaurant in the Luxor, and then hit the airport.
Mom was flying USAir while we were on American, so we parted ways at the loading area ("Listen Jane, I've had enough of your White Zone Shit..."). It was a bit disheartening seeing her go.
I hate flying. Even moreso when the seat backs are just tall enough to hit the middle of my shoulder blades. The headrests apparently extended, but not tall enough to accommodate my height. Luckily, while I was ticketed to sit in the middle seat between the window and aisle seats, my row was empty. The guy who was supposed to sit in the same row as Keely and Jeech decided to sit in the aisle seat of my row, while I sat in the window seat.
After we landed in Chicago, Keely and Jeech ended up beside my row while disembarking, and she looks down at the seat next to me, and the guy's pretzels are there. She asks me to grab them for her, and the guy catches us, and in all good humor, says, "Man, I let you have your row to yourselves, and you guys try to steal my pretzels!"
As I went to get my backpack, I noticed it had slid all the way towards the back of the overhead bin. I point at it, look at Keely and say, "Wow. Things really do shift during takeoff and landing." Keely just lost it. I did too, saying, "Damn, dude, I'm punchy." Hey, it was 6:00 in the morning.
The layover in Chicago was largely uneventful, as was the flight back to Atlanta. I think everyone was way too tired to deal with anything anymore, so the parting in Atlanta was a bit bittersweet. I hopped on the MARTA train back to my place, went home, and slept.
Total for final day: down about 100.
Total for trip: down about 250 or so.
Mom planned on spending the entire day hanging out at the Spa, because of our free passes. Because our check-out time is about 11:00 AM, we called down to the front desk for a late check-out, and at some point, met up with Jeech and Keely to take the bags over to their room.
Their room? Yeah--because Jeech had dropped four figures on a couple of spins of the Roulette wheel, the pit boss decided to comp him a room at the top of the Pyramid. The nicest thing about this room (apart from a television remote that works) is the jacuzzi located in a corner of the room which looks out one of the sloped windows to the skyline of Las Vegas. Other than that, there's no shower, and it's pretty small.
I go with my mother to the room, using the Inclinators (not "Escavators", as we originally thought), and because my cell phone is dying, she decides to stay in the room and watch TV while my cell phone charges, and I head down to the tables. I play some Three Card Poker and Let it Ride for a bit, while I wait for a Hold'Em game to get together, but everything is pretty down on me, so I just hit poker area.
The poker tables are unkind, as well. I sit down only for about an hour or so, and I drop about 40 some dollars. Mom arrives and delivers my cell phone on her way to the Spa and the Excalibur, and Keely's there--unfortunately, the gang wants to hit the Hard Rock again, so I don't really have a chance to win any money back.
At the Hard Rock, we first go to eat at Pink Taco, a Tex-Mex restaurant peopled with pretty young things in tight tank tops. There are two chalkboards with the following slogans: "If you don't the Pink Taco, your best friend will," and "Eating out never tasted so good." Runa gets a tank top, and Keely grabs a tank top and thong all with "I love Pink Taco" emblazoned on front. The cool thing is pretty much everything is comped, because of the various winnings and play from the night before (everyone went to the Hard Rock while Mom and I watched O).
From there, it's table games. One of the first things I do is play some single deck Blackjack, as well as Blackjack in a five-deck shoe. My luckiest hand of the trip is when the dealer deals me two tens and shows a five. I decide to split the tens, as the dealer stands in wide-eyed amazement. "Are you SURE?" she asks. I nod, and she proceeds to give me an Ace for each ten. Whoo! Magic.
Unfortunately, every other game is not so lucky. I proceed to drop about sixty more dollars on various games, and then hit the ATM for three hundred more dollars. It's ok, I only spend about thirty of it for games. I play this new game "Ultimate 21" where you make a minimum two-dollar bet on the total of four cards from a five deck shoe: 17 or less pays 30-1, 18 pays 25-1, 19 pays 8-1, 20 pays 1-1, 21 pays 3-1, and Blackjack pays 4-1. I figure I was mostly ok playing a bet on 20 and another on whatever other bet I wanted (generally sticking to 18/19/BJ), but I dropped ten dollars on the game when 21 would hit.
Wanting to make my money last, I hit the Baby Deuces game that Runa played two nights ago. I played that for a while, and actually hit a Wild Royal Flush at one point. I cashed out after being positive (of course, this being nickel vidpoker, positive was about $5.25 up), and went on to drop another 20 on quarter video poker and 1 cent slots.
Tired of losing money, I met up with the gang at the tables, and we headed back to the Luxor. I hit the Spa again to clean up and relax. We ate around 9:00 at Hamada, the Japanese restaurant in the Luxor, and then hit the airport.
Mom was flying USAir while we were on American, so we parted ways at the loading area ("Listen Jane, I've had enough of your White Zone Shit..."). It was a bit disheartening seeing her go.
After we landed in Chicago, Keely and Jeech ended up beside my row while disembarking, and she looks down at the seat next to me, and the guy's pretzels are there. She asks me to grab them for her, and the guy catches us, and in all good humor, says, "Man, I let you have your row to yourselves, and you guys try to steal my pretzels!"
As I went to get my backpack, I noticed it had slid all the way towards the back of the overhead bin. I point at it, look at Keely and say, "Wow. Things really do shift during takeoff and landing." Keely just lost it. I did too, saying, "Damn, dude, I'm punchy." Hey, it was 6:00 in the morning.
The layover in Chicago was largely uneventful, as was the flight back to Atlanta. I think everyone was way too tired to deal with anything anymore, so the parting in Atlanta was a bit bittersweet. I hopped on the MARTA train back to my place, went home, and slept.
Total for final day: down about 100.
Total for trip: down about 250 or so.
Final notes: Vegas
I woke up this (err... yesterday) morning still feeling like crap for dozing off during Cirque du Soleil. I don't know what it is, but it's like that sinking feeling that you get when you've just made something go wrong.
Mom planned on spending the entire day hanging out at the Spa, because of our free passes. Because our check-out time is about 11:00 AM, we called down to the front desk for a late check-out, and at some point, met up with Jeech and Keely to take the bags over to their room.
Their room? Yeah--because Jeech had dropped four figures on a couple of spins of the Roulette wheel, the pit boss decided to comp him a room at the top of the Pyramid. The nicest thing about this room (apart from a television remote that works) is the jacuzzi located in a corner of the room which looks out one of the sloped windows to the skyline of Las Vegas. Other than that, there's no shower, and it's pretty small.
I go with my mother to the room, using the Inclinators (not "Escavators", as we originally thought), and because my cell phone is dying, she decides to stay in the room and watch TV while my cell phone charges, and I head down to the tables. I play some Three Card Poker and Let it Ride for a bit, while I wait for a Hold'Em game to get together, but everything is pretty down on me, so I just hit poker area.
The poker tables are unkind, as well. I sit down only for about an hour or so, and I drop about 40 some dollars. Mom arrives and delivers my cell phone on her way to the Spa and the Excalibur, and Keely's there--unfortunately, the gang wants to hit the Hard Rock again, so I don't really have a chance to win any money back.
At the Hard Rock, we first go to eat at Pink Taco, a Tex-Mex restaurant peopled with pretty young things in tight tank tops. There are two chalkboards with the following slogans: "If you don't the Pink Taco, your best friend will," and "Eating out never tasted so good." Runa gets a tank top, and Keely grabs a tank top and thong all with "I love Pink Taco" emblazoned on front. The cool thing is pretty much everything is comped, because of the various winnings and play from the night before (everyone went to the Hard Rock while Mom and I watched O).
From there, it's table games. One of the first things I do is play some single deck Blackjack, as well as Blackjack in a five-deck shoe. My luckiest hand of the trip is when the dealer deals me two tens and shows a five. I decide to split the tens, as the dealer stands in wide-eyed amazement. "Are you SURE?" she asks. I nod, and she proceeds to give me an Ace for each ten. Whoo! Magic.
Unfortunately, every other game is not so lucky. I proceed to drop about sixty more dollars on various games, and then hit the ATM for three hundred more dollars. It's ok, I only spend about thirty of it for games. I play this new game "Ultimate 21" where you make a minimum two-dollar bet on the total of four cards from a five deck shoe: 17 or less pays 30-1, 18 pays 25-1, 19 pays 8-1, 20 pays 1-1, 21 pays 3-1, and Blackjack pays 4-1. I figure I was mostly ok playing a bet on 20 and another on whatever other bet I wanted (generally sticking to 18/19/BJ), but I dropped ten dollars on the game when 21 would hit.
Wanting to make my money last, I hit the Baby Deuces game that Runa played two nights ago. I played that for a while, and actually hit a Wild Royal Flush at one point. I cashed out after being positive (of course, this being nickel vidpoker, positive was about $5.25 up), and went on to drop another 20 on quarter video poker and 1 cent slots.
Tired of losing money, I met up with the gang at the tables, and we headed back to the Luxor. I hit the Spa again to clean up and relax. We ate around 9:00 at Hamada, the Japanese restaurant in the Luxor, and then hit the airport.
Mom was flying USAir while we were on American, so we parted ways at the loading area ("Listen Jane, I've had enough of your White Zone Shit..."). It was a bit disheartening seeing her go.
I hate flying. Even moreso when the seat backs are just tall enough to hit the middle of my shoulder blades. The headrests apparently extended, but not tall enough to accommodate my height. Luckily, while I was ticketed to sit in the middle seat between the window and aisle seats, my row was empty. The guy who was supposed to sit in the same row as Keely and Jeech decided to sit in the aisle seat of my row, while I sat in the window seat.
After we landed in Chicago, Keely and Jeech ended up beside my row while disembarking, and she looks down at the seat next to me, and the guy's pretzels are there. She asks me to grab them for her, and the guy catches us, and in all good humor, says, "Man, I let you have your row to yourselves, and you guys try to steal my pretzels!"
As I went to get my backpack, I noticed it had slid all the way towards the back of the overhead bin. I point at it, look at Keely and say, "Wow. Things really do shift during takeoff and landing." Keely just lost it. I did too, saying, "Damn, dude, I'm punchy." Hey, it was 6:00 in the morning.
The layover in Chicago was largely uneventful, as was the flight back to Atlanta. I think everyone was way too tired to deal with anything anymore, so the parting in Atlanta was a bit bittersweet. I hopped on the MARTA train back to my place, went home, and slept.
Total for final day: down about 100.
Total for trip: down about 250 or so.
Mom planned on spending the entire day hanging out at the Spa, because of our free passes. Because our check-out time is about 11:00 AM, we called down to the front desk for a late check-out, and at some point, met up with Jeech and Keely to take the bags over to their room.
Their room? Yeah--because Jeech had dropped four figures on a couple of spins of the Roulette wheel, the pit boss decided to comp him a room at the top of the Pyramid. The nicest thing about this room (apart from a television remote that works) is the jacuzzi located in a corner of the room which looks out one of the sloped windows to the skyline of Las Vegas. Other than that, there's no shower, and it's pretty small.
I go with my mother to the room, using the Inclinators (not "Escavators", as we originally thought), and because my cell phone is dying, she decides to stay in the room and watch TV while my cell phone charges, and I head down to the tables. I play some Three Card Poker and Let it Ride for a bit, while I wait for a Hold'Em game to get together, but everything is pretty down on me, so I just hit poker area.
The poker tables are unkind, as well. I sit down only for about an hour or so, and I drop about 40 some dollars. Mom arrives and delivers my cell phone on her way to the Spa and the Excalibur, and Keely's there--unfortunately, the gang wants to hit the Hard Rock again, so I don't really have a chance to win any money back.
At the Hard Rock, we first go to eat at Pink Taco, a Tex-Mex restaurant peopled with pretty young things in tight tank tops. There are two chalkboards with the following slogans: "If you don't the Pink Taco, your best friend will," and "Eating out never tasted so good." Runa gets a tank top, and Keely grabs a tank top and thong all with "I love Pink Taco" emblazoned on front. The cool thing is pretty much everything is comped, because of the various winnings and play from the night before (everyone went to the Hard Rock while Mom and I watched O).
From there, it's table games. One of the first things I do is play some single deck Blackjack, as well as Blackjack in a five-deck shoe. My luckiest hand of the trip is when the dealer deals me two tens and shows a five. I decide to split the tens, as the dealer stands in wide-eyed amazement. "Are you SURE?" she asks. I nod, and she proceeds to give me an Ace for each ten. Whoo! Magic.
Unfortunately, every other game is not so lucky. I proceed to drop about sixty more dollars on various games, and then hit the ATM for three hundred more dollars. It's ok, I only spend about thirty of it for games. I play this new game "Ultimate 21" where you make a minimum two-dollar bet on the total of four cards from a five deck shoe: 17 or less pays 30-1, 18 pays 25-1, 19 pays 8-1, 20 pays 1-1, 21 pays 3-1, and Blackjack pays 4-1. I figure I was mostly ok playing a bet on 20 and another on whatever other bet I wanted (generally sticking to 18/19/BJ), but I dropped ten dollars on the game when 21 would hit.
Wanting to make my money last, I hit the Baby Deuces game that Runa played two nights ago. I played that for a while, and actually hit a Wild Royal Flush at one point. I cashed out after being positive (of course, this being nickel vidpoker, positive was about $5.25 up), and went on to drop another 20 on quarter video poker and 1 cent slots.
Tired of losing money, I met up with the gang at the tables, and we headed back to the Luxor. I hit the Spa again to clean up and relax. We ate around 9:00 at Hamada, the Japanese restaurant in the Luxor, and then hit the airport.
Mom was flying USAir while we were on American, so we parted ways at the loading area ("Listen Jane, I've had enough of your White Zone Shit..."). It was a bit disheartening seeing her go.
After we landed in Chicago, Keely and Jeech ended up beside my row while disembarking, and she looks down at the seat next to me, and the guy's pretzels are there. She asks me to grab them for her, and the guy catches us, and in all good humor, says, "Man, I let you have your row to yourselves, and you guys try to steal my pretzels!"
As I went to get my backpack, I noticed it had slid all the way towards the back of the overhead bin. I point at it, look at Keely and say, "Wow. Things really do shift during takeoff and landing." Keely just lost it. I did too, saying, "Damn, dude, I'm punchy." Hey, it was 6:00 in the morning.
The layover in Chicago was largely uneventful, as was the flight back to Atlanta. I think everyone was way too tired to deal with anything anymore, so the parting in Atlanta was a bit bittersweet. I hopped on the MARTA train back to my place, went home, and slept.
Total for final day: down about 100.
Total for trip: down about 250 or so.
April 16, 2003
Vegas notes: the third day (the bad day)
Woke up early this morning (about 7:14 or so) to set up the appointments for Mom's facial and massage (3:00 and 4:00 PM) and my massage (4:00 PM). Of course, they don't do cross-gender massages. Not that I'm afraid of a guy giving me a massage (It won't move, I assure you...), it's just I'd rather get a massage from a female than a male. Especially one who looked like the girl that gave my mom her facial...
After talking with the Oasis Spa to get everything scheduled, I tried to go back to sleep, but Vegas must put something in the air/water/etc. to keep people up. I was wide awake at 7 something AM after going to bed at about 4:15. After tossing and turning for about an hour, knowing that I had to pick up the tickets for O at the Bellagio some four hours before showtime, I asked mom if she would like to head over there this morning to do so. We agreed, and I got ready.
We first hit the Breakfast Buffet at the Luxor for some grub. I don't really care too much for buffets--I generally load up the first plate with a bunch of different things, mostly consisting of bread-laden items, and then I'm pretty much done with the buffet. I suppose I ate more than I usually do during weekend Brunch and Aprés Diem, so in effect, the buffet was more worth it than Diem is, but 1) I don't really go eat brunch much anymore, and 2) when I do, I hang out there for hours on end, so whatever.
Mom and I took a cab over to the Bellagio around 11:00 or so after we hit the room to grab our jackets. The first thing the cabbie said as we sped off was, "at least you can speak English..." The guy was a horrid bigot, spouting off on Asians and Mexicans and how they don't tip well at all. He then went off on how he has to drive around with "fags" (Siegfreid and Roy) on his cab, and the shit he takes for it. Whatever, Dude.
We hit the Bellagio for a player's club card and the show tickets. When we picked up the show tickets, I saw that our show was for 10:30 PM instead of 7:30, as I had originally thought. Make a note of this for later...
Mom and I walked back to the Luxor from the Bellagio (which for those of you who don't know, is about a 30-45 minute walk). On the way, I saw a sign on New York, New York: "Coming 2003...a more intimate encounter with Cirque du Soleil." The slightly blurred image showed what I believe was the profile of a breast. Hrmm... naked Cirque du Soleil? Nude contortionists? I'm a Cirque addict as it is...
When we got back to the Luxor, I hit the casino while mom again went to the room to hang out. I played some table games, dropped about sixty dollars, andthen hit the poker room for a brief stint. The most memorable hand was when I held A-10 unsuited and a 10-9-10 came up on the flop. I check-raised, and had two other players follow me in. An eight came on the turn, and again I bet it up. When the five came on the river, I bet the max bet, and one other person called my bet. I showed my trip 10s, and she showed her 7-6. Sigh.
At one point, I looked at the clock on my cell phone during a hand and it read 16:30 or so (that's Atlanta time). Thinking that three hours back would have made it 3:30 PM, I panicked and cashed out my losses (about seven dollars down), and went to hunt for the gang to tell them I'd be at the Spa. Of course, I checked on what time they had, and they set me straight. I played some more table games, dropped another sixty dollars or so, and then went up to the room.
I rested a bit in the room, and then mom and I went to the spa a bit early to enjoy the various amenities.
Naked men are not appetizing at all.
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep during my massage. I think I snored at one point, too. I know for a fact that I had one of those somatic groans/mumbles. I don't know why that should be embarrassing, but it was at the time.
After the massage, I went up to the room to rest a bit, and then met the gang in the lobby to head over to the Bellagio. We ate at Noodle, the high-brow Chinese restaurant there, and we all took off to gamble a bit. I hit the poker room, hoping to catch an Omaha Hi-Lo game, but when I hit the reception desk and asked what the games were, the attendant said "Omaha Hi-Lo $20-$40." Whoa, man. Too rich for my blood...
I shadowed Amy and Tony at the Three Card Poker table for a little bit, andthen Mom and I hit Cirque.
If you're going to see Cirque du Soleil, especially O, make sure 1) you get seats in the center section and 2) you get enough sleep beforehand. Because head-nodding during clowns and aerials and wet, half-naked dancers and water acrobatics is a really shitty way to waste 200 or so dollars. All that aside, the music was extremely lyrical and moving, and the majority of the show that I did see from my obstructed seats was breathtaking (maybe that's why I was dozing off...?). But I still can't shake the pervasive feeling of disappointment over not being able to devote my full attention to the show.
After the show, to avoid the huge line for the taxi, we took a bicycle cab back to the Luxor, and slept.
Total for third day: down about 120.
After talking with the Oasis Spa to get everything scheduled, I tried to go back to sleep, but Vegas must put something in the air/water/etc. to keep people up. I was wide awake at 7 something AM after going to bed at about 4:15. After tossing and turning for about an hour, knowing that I had to pick up the tickets for O at the Bellagio some four hours before showtime, I asked mom if she would like to head over there this morning to do so. We agreed, and I got ready.
We first hit the Breakfast Buffet at the Luxor for some grub. I don't really care too much for buffets--I generally load up the first plate with a bunch of different things, mostly consisting of bread-laden items, and then I'm pretty much done with the buffet. I suppose I ate more than I usually do during weekend Brunch and Aprés Diem, so in effect, the buffet was more worth it than Diem is, but 1) I don't really go eat brunch much anymore, and 2) when I do, I hang out there for hours on end, so whatever.
Mom and I took a cab over to the Bellagio around 11:00 or so after we hit the room to grab our jackets. The first thing the cabbie said as we sped off was, "at least you can speak English..." The guy was a horrid bigot, spouting off on Asians and Mexicans and how they don't tip well at all. He then went off on how he has to drive around with "fags" (Siegfreid and Roy) on his cab, and the shit he takes for it. Whatever, Dude.
We hit the Bellagio for a player's club card and the show tickets. When we picked up the show tickets, I saw that our show was for 10:30 PM instead of 7:30, as I had originally thought. Make a note of this for later...
Mom and I walked back to the Luxor from the Bellagio (which for those of you who don't know, is about a 30-45 minute walk). On the way, I saw a sign on New York, New York: "Coming 2003...a more intimate encounter with Cirque du Soleil." The slightly blurred image showed what I believe was the profile of a breast. Hrmm... naked Cirque du Soleil? Nude contortionists? I'm a Cirque addict as it is...
When we got back to the Luxor, I hit the casino while mom again went to the room to hang out. I played some table games, dropped about sixty dollars, and
At one point, I looked at the clock on my cell phone during a hand and it read 16:30 or so (that's Atlanta time). Thinking that three hours back would have made it 3:30 PM, I panicked and cashed out my losses (about seven dollars down), and went to hunt for the gang to tell them I'd be at the Spa. Of course, I checked on what time they had, and they set me straight. I played some more table games, dropped another sixty dollars or so, and then went up to the room.
I rested a bit in the room, and then mom and I went to the spa a bit early to enjoy the various amenities.
Naked men are not appetizing at all.
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep during my massage. I think I snored at one point, too. I know for a fact that I had one of those somatic groans/mumbles. I don't know why that should be embarrassing, but it was at the time.
After the massage, I went up to the room to rest a bit, and then met the gang in the lobby to head over to the Bellagio. We ate at Noodle, the high-brow Chinese restaurant there, and we all took off to gamble a bit. I hit the poker room, hoping to catch an Omaha Hi-Lo game, but when I hit the reception desk and asked what the games were, the attendant said "Omaha Hi-Lo $20-$40." Whoa, man. Too rich for my blood...
I shadowed Amy and Tony at the Three Card Poker table for a little bit, and
If you're going to see Cirque du Soleil, especially O, make sure 1) you get seats in the center section and 2) you get enough sleep beforehand. Because head-nodding during clowns and aerials and wet, half-naked dancers and water acrobatics is a really shitty way to waste 200 or so dollars. All that aside, the music was extremely lyrical and moving, and the majority of the show that I did see from my obstructed seats was breathtaking (maybe that's why I was dozing off...?). But I still can't shake the pervasive feeling of disappointment over not being able to devote my full attention to the show.
After the show, to avoid the huge line for the taxi, we took a bicycle cab back to the Luxor, and slept.
Total for third day: down about 120.
Vegas notes: the third day (the bad day)
Woke up early this morning (about 7:14 or so) to set up the appointments for Mom's facial and massage (3:00 and 4:00 PM) and my massage (4:00 PM). Of course, they don't do cross-gender massages. Not that I'm afraid of a guy giving me a massage (It won't move, I assure you...), it's just I'd rather get a massage from a female than a male. Especially one who looked like the girl that gave my mom her facial...
After talking with the Oasis Spa to get everything scheduled, I tried to go back to sleep, but Vegas must put something in the air/water/etc. to keep people up. I was wide awake at 7 something AM after going to bed at about 4:15. After tossing and turning for about an hour, knowing that I had to pick up the tickets for O at the Bellagio some four hours before showtime, I asked mom if she would like to head over there this morning to do so. We agreed, and I got ready.
We first hit the Breakfast Buffet at the Luxor for some grub. I don't really care too much for buffets--I generally load up the first plate with a bunch of different things, mostly consisting of bread-laden items, and then I'm pretty much done with the buffet. I suppose I ate more than I usually do during weekend Brunch and Aprés Diem, so in effect, the buffet was more worth it than Diem is, but 1) I don't really go eat brunch much anymore, and 2) when I do, I hang out there for hours on end, so whatever.
Mom and I took a cab over to the Bellagio around 11:00 or so after we hit the room to grab our jackets. The first thing the cabbie said as we sped off was, "at least you can speak English..." The guy was a horrid bigot, spouting off on Asians and Mexicans and how they don't tip well at all. He then went off on how he has to drive around with "fags" (Siegfreid and Roy) on his cab, and the shit he takes for it. Whatever, Dude.
We hit the Bellagio for a player's club card and the show tickets. When we picked up the show tickets, I saw that our show was for 10:30 PM instead of 7:30, as I had originally thought. Make a note of this for later...
Mom and I walked back to the Luxor from the Bellagio (which for those of you who don't know, is about a 30-45 minute walk). On the way, I saw a sign on New York, New York: "Coming 2003...a more intimate encounter with Cirque du Soleil." The slightly blurred image showed what I believe was the profile of a breast. Hrmm... naked Cirque du Soleil? Nude contortionists? I'm a Cirque addict as it is...
When we got back to the Luxor, I hit the casino while mom again went to the room to hang out. I played some table games, dropped about sixty dollars, andthen hit the poker room for a brief stint. The most memorable hand was when I held A-10 unsuited and a 10-9-10 came up on the flop. I check-raised, and had two other players follow me in. An eight came on the turn, and again I bet it up. When the five came on the river, I bet the max bet, and one other person called my bet. I showed my trip 10s, and she showed her 7-6. Sigh.
At one point, I looked at the clock on my cell phone during a hand and it read 16:30 or so (that's Atlanta time). Thinking that three hours back would have made it 3:30 PM, I panicked and cashed out my losses (about seven dollars down), and went to hunt for the gang to tell them I'd be at the Spa. Of course, I checked on what time they had, and they set me straight. I played some more table games, dropped another sixty dollars or so, and then went up to the room.
I rested a bit in the room, and then mom and I went to the spa a bit early to enjoy the various amenities.
Naked men are not appetizing at all.
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep during my massage. I think I snored at one point, too. I know for a fact that I had one of those somatic groans/mumbles. I don't know why that should be embarrassing, but it was at the time.
After the massage, I went up to the room to rest a bit, and then met the gang in the lobby to head over to the Bellagio. We ate at Noodle, the high-brow Chinese restaurant there, and we all took off to gamble a bit. I hit the poker room, hoping to catch an Omaha Hi-Lo game, but when I hit the reception desk and asked what the games were, the attendant said "Omaha Hi-Lo $20-$40." Whoa, man. Too rich for my blood...
I shadowed Amy and Tony at the Three Card Poker table for a little bit, andthen Mom and I hit Cirque.
If you're going to see Cirque du Soleil, especially O, make sure 1) you get seats in the center section and 2) you get enough sleep beforehand. Because head-nodding during clowns and aerials and wet, half-naked dancers and water acrobatics is a really shitty way to waste 200 or so dollars. All that aside, the music was extremely lyrical and moving, and the majority of the show that I did see from my obstructed seats was breathtaking (maybe that's why I was dozing off...?). But I still can't shake the pervasive feeling of disappointment over not being able to devote my full attention to the show.
After the show, to avoid the huge line for the taxi, we took a bicycle cab back to the Luxor, and slept.
Total for third day: down about 120.
After talking with the Oasis Spa to get everything scheduled, I tried to go back to sleep, but Vegas must put something in the air/water/etc. to keep people up. I was wide awake at 7 something AM after going to bed at about 4:15. After tossing and turning for about an hour, knowing that I had to pick up the tickets for O at the Bellagio some four hours before showtime, I asked mom if she would like to head over there this morning to do so. We agreed, and I got ready.
We first hit the Breakfast Buffet at the Luxor for some grub. I don't really care too much for buffets--I generally load up the first plate with a bunch of different things, mostly consisting of bread-laden items, and then I'm pretty much done with the buffet. I suppose I ate more than I usually do during weekend Brunch and Aprés Diem, so in effect, the buffet was more worth it than Diem is, but 1) I don't really go eat brunch much anymore, and 2) when I do, I hang out there for hours on end, so whatever.
Mom and I took a cab over to the Bellagio around 11:00 or so after we hit the room to grab our jackets. The first thing the cabbie said as we sped off was, "at least you can speak English..." The guy was a horrid bigot, spouting off on Asians and Mexicans and how they don't tip well at all. He then went off on how he has to drive around with "fags" (Siegfreid and Roy) on his cab, and the shit he takes for it. Whatever, Dude.
We hit the Bellagio for a player's club card and the show tickets. When we picked up the show tickets, I saw that our show was for 10:30 PM instead of 7:30, as I had originally thought. Make a note of this for later...
Mom and I walked back to the Luxor from the Bellagio (which for those of you who don't know, is about a 30-45 minute walk). On the way, I saw a sign on New York, New York: "Coming 2003...a more intimate encounter with Cirque du Soleil." The slightly blurred image showed what I believe was the profile of a breast. Hrmm... naked Cirque du Soleil? Nude contortionists? I'm a Cirque addict as it is...
When we got back to the Luxor, I hit the casino while mom again went to the room to hang out. I played some table games, dropped about sixty dollars, and
At one point, I looked at the clock on my cell phone during a hand and it read 16:30 or so (that's Atlanta time). Thinking that three hours back would have made it 3:30 PM, I panicked and cashed out my losses (about seven dollars down), and went to hunt for the gang to tell them I'd be at the Spa. Of course, I checked on what time they had, and they set me straight. I played some more table games, dropped another sixty dollars or so, and then went up to the room.
I rested a bit in the room, and then mom and I went to the spa a bit early to enjoy the various amenities.
Naked men are not appetizing at all.
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep during my massage. I think I snored at one point, too. I know for a fact that I had one of those somatic groans/mumbles. I don't know why that should be embarrassing, but it was at the time.
After the massage, I went up to the room to rest a bit, and then met the gang in the lobby to head over to the Bellagio. We ate at Noodle, the high-brow Chinese restaurant there, and we all took off to gamble a bit. I hit the poker room, hoping to catch an Omaha Hi-Lo game, but when I hit the reception desk and asked what the games were, the attendant said "Omaha Hi-Lo $20-$40." Whoa, man. Too rich for my blood...
I shadowed Amy and Tony at the Three Card Poker table for a little bit, and
If you're going to see Cirque du Soleil, especially O, make sure 1) you get seats in the center section and 2) you get enough sleep beforehand. Because head-nodding during clowns and aerials and wet, half-naked dancers and water acrobatics is a really shitty way to waste 200 or so dollars. All that aside, the music was extremely lyrical and moving, and the majority of the show that I did see from my obstructed seats was breathtaking (maybe that's why I was dozing off...?). But I still can't shake the pervasive feeling of disappointment over not being able to devote my full attention to the show.
After the show, to avoid the huge line for the taxi, we took a bicycle cab back to the Luxor, and slept.
Total for third day: down about 120.
April 15, 2003
Second night Vegas notes
I realized yesterday on the second leg of the flight over who Jeech looks like. He looks like Wes Studi playing Magua from Last of the Mohicans. I'm a bit afraid he's going to kill Greyhair and wipe his seed from the earth.
Woke up this morning to register for the Noon poker tournament at the Luxor. They hold a daily tournament with a $25 dollar-for-$250-in-chips buy-in; an additional $2.00 will get you $50 more. Once I got that squared away, I went upstairs and waited for my mother to call.
In a morbidly amusing vein, we've been joking about Runa having SARS this entire trip, and this morning, I turned on the television to hear this:
My mom and I had a bit of trouble finding each other--her shuttle bus got in at the North Entrance to the Luxor, and I waited at the pedestrian/taxi entrance. Man, this place is big. We finally got together near the Logo Store, where, as I walked up, I heard her ask the cashier, "Is this the only Logo Store?"
It was about 11:20 or so when we finally met up, so I left her at the room where she wanted to catch some rest,and headed down to the poker room. Initially with 20 players, the tournament whittles away the competition until there's only one table left. The blinds start at 5-10 and move all the way up beyond 100-200 and no-limit betting (they go higher, but that's as far as I got...). Starting with three tables, I was sitting in the middle table with a bunch of players who seemed to know each other. You know the saying, "if you're looking for the sucker..." Uh-oh...
Amazingly, I did pretty well. Mostly, I played tight (sometimes a little too tight) and somehow found my way to the final table. There were not too many notable hands--one I had trip sixes and checked on the end when I saw a straight available on the board. The guy next to me berated me a little for not betting that.
I ended up with three hundred dollars in chips after betting on some crappy flops as well as blinds which ate away at my chips. When the big blind was to my right, I went all-in with KJ unsuited, the best hand I'd had in about nine rounds. One of the other players went all-in with me and another player who flopped the nut flush, and the two of us got knocked out 8th and 9th.
They pay the top seven players.
Oh well. It was fun and educational.
Afterwards, I met up at the pool with the gang. While waiting for the sun to come back out, Keely let out a squeal and laughed--we all turned and saw that Tony had come to join us on our vacation. We caught up a bit on what was going on in Atlanta in our absence. It's great that Tony got to come out.
I then went upstairs to hang with mom. We didn't do much for that afternoon--the usual wandering around and playing the occasional table game. Mom's not a big gambler, and she doesn't like cigarette smoke, so the casino floor wasn't really that exciting to her. We got some lunch with Amy and Tony at the food court, and afterwards hit the room for some rest.
At around 6:00,we went to go see the Blue Man Group. Neither Mom nor I really knew what to expect but I was really looking forward to the show. They didn't disappoint. Of my favorite acts, I raved about the Utne Wire Men (where some screen-projected stick figures come to life) to Tony and Jeech, and the music of Rods and Cones and the Drumbone rocked. Watching someone catch marshmallows in their mouth from across a room is awe-inspiring on a wholly childish level. If you ever have a chance to see this show, don't hesitate.
After the show, as we walked out, the Blue Men came out and mingled amongst the audience in the theater lobby. Unfortunately, we didn't bring the camera to capture their marking children with blue thumbprints and taking pictures with fans, as well as kissing a few nubile co-eds. What a way to make living!
Mom went to the room after the show, and I headed to the Hard Rock to meet up with everyone. At the Hard Rock, we played various games, mostly PaiGow Poker and Blackjack. I got a bit tired of dropping money on ridiculous hands, so I watched and advised Runa and Jill while they were playing nickel video poker (Baby Deuces). At one point, Jill hit four deuces, but since she only bet one credit, she only got 200 credits. Otherwise, she might have scored 6000 credits.
Keely wasn't feeling too well at one point, so I joined her in a cab back to the Luxor. She went to get some sleep, andI headed back to the poker table. I had a pretty good night, up about $25, two of which I kept for souvenirs.
I did have a heart-breaking beat--when I looked at my cards and saw a K8 of clubs. The flop came with a 10 of diamonds, and the 7 and 4 of clubs. I call the bet, and the turn comes A of clubs. I now have the nut hand, and I check raise the sucker. Two people are in with me. The river comes, 7 of diamonds. I bet four dollars, half the max bet, and the guy to the left of me raises. "Shit," I think. "He has a boat." The other guy folds, and I call. He's got 10-7 and I've got the nut flush. Ugh.
I worked my way back up, and Runa joined me at the table. We got a pretty good banter going with the fellow who beat me, as well as some of the other folks at the table. At about 4:00 AM, though, I was feeling the lack of sleep, so I headed up to the room. Runa would later tell me that her poker luck left with me, and she would end up at the 7-stud table with a bunch of rude, cranky old men. How can you be rude to Runa? Fuckers.
Total for second day: $23 dollars up in poker ( less the $27 entry fee for the tournament )
Woke up this morning to register for the Noon poker tournament at the Luxor. They hold a daily tournament with a $25 dollar-for-$250-in-chips buy-in; an additional $2.00 will get you $50 more. Once I got that squared away, I went upstairs and waited for my mother to call.
In a morbidly amusing vein, we've been joking about Runa having SARS this entire trip, and this morning, I turned on the television to hear this:
SARS has come to the Silver State. News at 5:00
My mom and I had a bit of trouble finding each other--her shuttle bus got in at the North Entrance to the Luxor, and I waited at the pedestrian/taxi entrance. Man, this place is big. We finally got together near the Logo Store, where, as I walked up, I heard her ask the cashier, "Is this the only Logo Store?"
It was about 11:20 or so when we finally met up, so I left her at the room where she wanted to catch some rest,
Amazingly, I did pretty well. Mostly, I played tight (sometimes a little too tight) and somehow found my way to the final table. There were not too many notable hands--one I had trip sixes and checked on the end when I saw a straight available on the board. The guy next to me berated me a little for not betting that.
I ended up with three hundred dollars in chips after betting on some crappy flops as well as blinds which ate away at my chips. When the big blind was to my right, I went all-in with KJ unsuited, the best hand I'd had in about nine rounds. One of the other players went all-in with me and another player who flopped the nut flush, and the two of us got knocked out 8th and 9th.
They pay the top seven players.
Oh well. It was fun and educational.
Afterwards, I met up at the pool with the gang. While waiting for the sun to come back out, Keely let out a squeal and laughed--we all turned and saw that Tony had come to join us on our vacation. We caught up a bit on what was going on in Atlanta in our absence. It's great that Tony got to come out.
I then went upstairs to hang with mom. We didn't do much for that afternoon--the usual wandering around and playing the occasional table game. Mom's not a big gambler, and she doesn't like cigarette smoke, so the casino floor wasn't really that exciting to her. We got some lunch with Amy and Tony at the food court, and afterwards hit the room for some rest.
At around 6:00,
After the show, as we walked out, the Blue Men came out and mingled amongst the audience in the theater lobby. Unfortunately, we didn't bring the camera to capture their marking children with blue thumbprints and taking pictures with fans, as well as kissing a few nubile co-eds. What a way to make living!
Mom went to the room after the show, and I headed to the Hard Rock to meet up with everyone. At the Hard Rock, we played various games, mostly PaiGow Poker and Blackjack. I got a bit tired of dropping money on ridiculous hands, so I watched and advised Runa and Jill while they were playing nickel video poker (Baby Deuces). At one point, Jill hit four deuces, but since she only bet one credit, she only got 200 credits. Otherwise, she might have scored 6000 credits.
Keely wasn't feeling too well at one point, so I joined her in a cab back to the Luxor. She went to get some sleep, and
I did have a heart-breaking beat--when I looked at my cards and saw a K8 of clubs. The flop came with a 10 of diamonds, and the 7 and 4 of clubs. I call the bet, and the turn comes A of clubs. I now have the nut hand, and I check raise the sucker. Two people are in with me. The river comes, 7 of diamonds. I bet four dollars, half the max bet, and the guy to the left of me raises. "Shit," I think. "He has a boat." The other guy folds, and I call. He's got 10-7 and I've got the nut flush. Ugh.
I worked my way back up, and Runa joined me at the table. We got a pretty good banter going with the fellow who beat me, as well as some of the other folks at the table. At about 4:00 AM, though, I was feeling the lack of sleep, so I headed up to the room. Runa would later tell me that her poker luck left with me, and she would end up at the 7-stud table with a bunch of rude, cranky old men. How can you be rude to Runa? Fuckers.
Total for second day: $23 dollars up in poker ( less the $27 entry fee for the tournament )
Second night Vegas notes
I realized yesterday on the second leg of the flight over who Jeech looks like. He looks like Wes Studi playing Magua from Last of the Mohicans. I'm a bit afraid he's going to kill Greyhair and wipe his seed from the earth.
Woke up this morning to register for the Noon poker tournament at the Luxor. They hold a daily tournament with a $25 dollar-for-$250-in-chips buy-in; an additional $2.00 will get you $50 more. Once I got that squared away, I went upstairs and waited for my mother to call.
In a morbidly amusing vein, we've been joking about Runa having SARS this entire trip, and this morning, I turned on the television to hear this:
My mom and I had a bit of trouble finding each other--her shuttle bus got in at the North Entrance to the Luxor, and I waited at the pedestrian/taxi entrance. Man, this place is big. We finally got together near the Logo Store, where, as I walked up, I heard her ask the cashier, "Is this the only Logo Store?"
It was about 11:20 or so when we finally met up, so I left her at the room where she wanted to catch some rest,and headed down to the poker room. Initially with 20 players, the tournament whittles away the competition until there's only one table left. The blinds start at 5-10 and move all the way up beyond 100-200 and no-limit betting (they go higher, but that's as far as I got...). Starting with three tables, I was sitting in the middle table with a bunch of players who seemed to know each other. You know the saying, "if you're looking for the sucker..." Uh-oh...
Amazingly, I did pretty well. Mostly, I played tight (sometimes a little too tight) and somehow found my way to the final table. There were not too many notable hands--one I had trip sixes and checked on the end when I saw a straight available on the board. The guy next to me berated me a little for not betting that.
I ended up with three hundred dollars in chips after betting on some crappy flops as well as blinds which ate away at my chips. When the big blind was to my right, I went all-in with KJ unsuited, the best hand I'd had in about nine rounds. One of the other players went all-in with me and another player who flopped the nut flush, and the two of us got knocked out 8th and 9th.
They pay the top seven players.
Oh well. It was fun and educational.
Afterwards, I met up at the pool with the gang. While waiting for the sun to come back out, Keely let out a squeal and laughed--we all turned and saw that Tony had come to join us on our vacation. We caught up a bit on what was going on in Atlanta in our absence. It's great that Tony got to come out.
I then went upstairs to hang with mom. We didn't do much for that afternoon--the usual wandering around and playing the occasional table game. Mom's not a big gambler, and she doesn't like cigarette smoke, so the casino floor wasn't really that exciting to her. We got some lunch with Amy and Tony at the food court, and afterwards hit the room for some rest.
At around 6:00,we went to go see the Blue Man Group. Neither Mom nor I really knew what to expect but I was really looking forward to the show. They didn't disappoint. Of my favorite acts, I raved about the Utne Wire Men (where some screen-projected stick figures come to life) to Tony and Jeech, and the music of Rods and Cones and the Drumbone rocked. Watching someone catch marshmallows in their mouth from across a room is awe-inspiring on a wholly childish level. If you ever have a chance to see this show, don't hesitate.
After the show, as we walked out, the Blue Men came out and mingled amongst the audience in the theater lobby. Unfortunately, we didn't bring the camera to capture their marking children with blue thumbprints and taking pictures with fans, as well as kissing a few nubile co-eds. What a way to make living!
Mom went to the room after the show, and I headed to the Hard Rock to meet up with everyone. At the Hard Rock, we played various games, mostly PaiGow Poker and Blackjack. I got a bit tired of dropping money on ridiculous hands, so I watched and advised Runa and Jill while they were playing nickel video poker (Baby Deuces). At one point, Jill hit four deuces, but since she only bet one credit, she only got 200 credits. Otherwise, she might have scored 6000 credits.
Keely wasn't feeling too well at one point, so I joined her in a cab back to the Luxor. She went to get some sleep, andI headed back to the poker table. I had a pretty good night, up about $25, two of which I kept for souvenirs.
I did have a heart-breaking beat--when I looked at my cards and saw a K8 of clubs. The flop came with a 10 of diamonds, and the 7 and 4 of clubs. I call the bet, and the turn comes A of clubs. I now have the nut hand, and I check raise the sucker. Two people are in with me. The river comes, 7 of diamonds. I bet four dollars, half the max bet, and the guy to the left of me raises. "Shit," I think. "He has a boat." The other guy folds, and I call. He's got 10-7 and I've got the nut flush. Ugh.
I worked my way back up, and Runa joined me at the table. We got a pretty good banter going with the fellow who beat me, as well as some of the other folks at the table. At about 4:00 AM, though, I was feeling the lack of sleep, so I headed up to the room. Runa would later tell me that her poker luck left with me, and she would end up at the 7-stud table with a bunch of rude, cranky old men. How can you be rude to Runa? Fuckers.
Total for second day: $23 dollars up in poker ( less the $27 entry fee for the tournament )
Woke up this morning to register for the Noon poker tournament at the Luxor. They hold a daily tournament with a $25 dollar-for-$250-in-chips buy-in; an additional $2.00 will get you $50 more. Once I got that squared away, I went upstairs and waited for my mother to call.
In a morbidly amusing vein, we've been joking about Runa having SARS this entire trip, and this morning, I turned on the television to hear this:
SARS has come to the Silver State. News at 5:00
My mom and I had a bit of trouble finding each other--her shuttle bus got in at the North Entrance to the Luxor, and I waited at the pedestrian/taxi entrance. Man, this place is big. We finally got together near the Logo Store, where, as I walked up, I heard her ask the cashier, "Is this the only Logo Store?"
It was about 11:20 or so when we finally met up, so I left her at the room where she wanted to catch some rest,
Amazingly, I did pretty well. Mostly, I played tight (sometimes a little too tight) and somehow found my way to the final table. There were not too many notable hands--one I had trip sixes and checked on the end when I saw a straight available on the board. The guy next to me berated me a little for not betting that.
I ended up with three hundred dollars in chips after betting on some crappy flops as well as blinds which ate away at my chips. When the big blind was to my right, I went all-in with KJ unsuited, the best hand I'd had in about nine rounds. One of the other players went all-in with me and another player who flopped the nut flush, and the two of us got knocked out 8th and 9th.
They pay the top seven players.
Oh well. It was fun and educational.
Afterwards, I met up at the pool with the gang. While waiting for the sun to come back out, Keely let out a squeal and laughed--we all turned and saw that Tony had come to join us on our vacation. We caught up a bit on what was going on in Atlanta in our absence. It's great that Tony got to come out.
I then went upstairs to hang with mom. We didn't do much for that afternoon--the usual wandering around and playing the occasional table game. Mom's not a big gambler, and she doesn't like cigarette smoke, so the casino floor wasn't really that exciting to her. We got some lunch with Amy and Tony at the food court, and afterwards hit the room for some rest.
At around 6:00,
After the show, as we walked out, the Blue Men came out and mingled amongst the audience in the theater lobby. Unfortunately, we didn't bring the camera to capture their marking children with blue thumbprints and taking pictures with fans, as well as kissing a few nubile co-eds. What a way to make living!
Mom went to the room after the show, and I headed to the Hard Rock to meet up with everyone. At the Hard Rock, we played various games, mostly PaiGow Poker and Blackjack. I got a bit tired of dropping money on ridiculous hands, so I watched and advised Runa and Jill while they were playing nickel video poker (Baby Deuces). At one point, Jill hit four deuces, but since she only bet one credit, she only got 200 credits. Otherwise, she might have scored 6000 credits.
Keely wasn't feeling too well at one point, so I joined her in a cab back to the Luxor. She went to get some sleep, and
I did have a heart-breaking beat--when I looked at my cards and saw a K8 of clubs. The flop came with a 10 of diamonds, and the 7 and 4 of clubs. I call the bet, and the turn comes A of clubs. I now have the nut hand, and I check raise the sucker. Two people are in with me. The river comes, 7 of diamonds. I bet four dollars, half the max bet, and the guy to the left of me raises. "Shit," I think. "He has a boat." The other guy folds, and I call. He's got 10-7 and I've got the nut flush. Ugh.
I worked my way back up, and Runa joined me at the table. We got a pretty good banter going with the fellow who beat me, as well as some of the other folks at the table. At about 4:00 AM, though, I was feeling the lack of sleep, so I headed up to the room. Runa would later tell me that her poker luck left with me, and she would end up at the 7-stud table with a bunch of rude, cranky old men. How can you be rude to Runa? Fuckers.
Total for second day: $23 dollars up in poker ( less the $27 entry fee for the tournament )
April 14, 2003
Vegas first night notes
Note: all times are relative to when I wrote this on paper...
I told Amy last night that we'd meet at the airport at about 3:30 PM, and actually met up around 3:50 (there was something going on with my home network, so I just unplugged it from the wall and turned everything off). At about 4:00 or so, I went to grab a bite. As I waited for the ATM to open up, I saw Keely and Jeech heading towards me. I wave, and that's when I notice that Jeech has a mohawk.
Jeech. Has. A. Frickin'. Mohawk.
I get my money and Jeech puts his card into the machine. He pulls out five hundred and adds it to an already bursting-at-the=seams wad of bills. "Oh no," I think, "this trip is going to be crazy."
Apparently, I am the tampon carrier for this trip.
On our layover in Dallas, we stopped to grab some dinner/lunch/meal-type-thingy. Flossie, Keely, and I decided on a Friday's right next to our gate. When the waiter, Matt, approached us, he saw Keely and said, "Kick-ass tats!" He then asked if he could see more, sorta picking at her tank-top. He would go on to buy her a beer for having such great tats.
Keely would later remark that she finds it a bit aggravating when people see her tattoos and think they're permission to just go up and poke and prod her about them. Flossie would later suggest that maybe he said something like "tats" but with an entirely different vowel...
This is also the same waiter that asked me if I traveled a lot, because I looked familiar and my voice was deep (what does that have to do with traveling a lot??). I told him all Asians look alike.
Jeech's nipple ring set off the metal detector wand.
First night in Vegas, we headed out of the airport in a limo. We stopped by a supermarket because Typhoid Mary (Runa) and Amy needed some cold medicine--I had to make sure that they didn't get Actifed or they would have keeled over into their chips at the tables.
It took a while to do the entire check-in business, but we got four Tower rooms (because Pyramid rooms don't have bathtubs). Flossie got her own room to share with Jill, who is driving up from L.A. She's keeping it an extra night so we have a good base to hang out at on Wednesday after check-out.
We got free spa passes with our rooms!
Amy, Flossie, and I were the first to hit the casino floor. We got our Player's Club cards and Amy played some Three-Card Poker. Flossie later met up with Jill and went to bed. I watched Amy play for a while, and then I went to play some 4-8 Hold'Em. After I was done with that (up $6.00--at one point I was up about $40.00), I met up with Jeech, Keely, Runa, and Amy at the PaiGow Poker table. Played that until I made about $10 dollars).
Total on first day: up about $15.50.
Jeech. Has. A. Frickin'. Mohawk.
I get my money and Jeech puts his card into the machine. He pulls out five hundred and adds it to an already bursting-at-the=seams wad of bills. "Oh no," I think, "this trip is going to be crazy."
Apparently, I am the tampon carrier for this trip.
On our layover in Dallas, we stopped to grab some dinner/lunch/meal-type-thingy. Flossie, Keely, and I decided on a Friday's right next to our gate. When the waiter, Matt, approached us, he saw Keely and said, "Kick-ass tats!" He then asked if he could see more, sorta picking at her tank-top. He would go on to buy her a beer for having such great tats.
Keely would later remark that she finds it a bit aggravating when people see her tattoos and think they're permission to just go up and poke and prod her about them. Flossie would later suggest that maybe he said something like "tats" but with an entirely different vowel...
This is also the same waiter that asked me if I traveled a lot, because I looked familiar and my voice was deep (what does that have to do with traveling a lot??). I told him all Asians look alike.
Jeech's nipple ring set off the metal detector wand.
First night in Vegas, we headed out of the airport in a limo. We stopped by a supermarket because Typhoid Mary (Runa) and Amy needed some cold medicine--I had to make sure that they didn't get Actifed or they would have keeled over into their chips at the tables.
It took a while to do the entire check-in business, but we got four Tower rooms (because Pyramid rooms don't have bathtubs). Flossie got her own room to share with Jill, who is driving up from L.A. She's keeping it an extra night so we have a good base to hang out at on Wednesday after check-out.
We got free spa passes with our rooms!
Amy, Flossie, and I were the first to hit the casino floor. We got our Player's Club cards and Amy played some Three-Card Poker. Flossie later met up with Jill and went to bed. I watched Amy play for a while, and then I went to play some 4-8 Hold'Em. After I was done with that (up $6.00--at one point I was up about $40.00), I met up with Jeech, Keely, Runa, and Amy at the PaiGow Poker table. Played that until I made about $10 dollars).
Total on first day: up about $15.50.
April 11, 2003
Three three things and a one thing meme
Stolen from various people...
Three little quirks you have that not everybody knows.
1. I like pretty much any media I own to be pristine/mint condition. I suppose it comes from collecting comic books, but if a magazine/book/CD/DVD/whatever that I want to buy has the slightest crease in its cover or crack in the case, I will look for a different copy or forego buying it.
2. I don't really give two shits about the exterior of my car, however (I keep the internals running as smoothly as possible with regular maintenance though). My car is a conveyance which takes me from point A to point B.
3. I don't believe in "soul-mates" where one person has one other specific person they're destined or whatever to be with.
Three things people SHOULD know about you if they want to get along with you better.
1. I might not kick anyone out for eating crackers, but I definitely will for wearing shoes on/in bed.
2. I expect people to listen to me the first time. I hate explaining things more than once, especially to people that I think should know better.
3. Unless you're a former/current/prospective lover (in other words, female), don't touch my side. I get a bit jumpy when people do so, and I've even gone so far as to hit someone with a pool cue when he kept doing it to annoy me.
Three pieces of obscure trivia (general trivia, NOT about you).
1. According to Michael Pollan's The Botany of Desire, the "broomstick" that witches used to "fly" on in Salem, etc, were actually wooden dildoes dipped in some narcotic mix of herbs/plants.
2. In a recent study, scientists found that members of one sex generally do not like the body odor of the other sex within a family. Biologists believe that this is some chemical means of discouraging incest.
3. When playing a poker-like game with three cards instead of five, the odds of getting a straight are actually lower than the odds of getting a flush.
One odd thing currently in your purse, wallet, or pocket.
The oddest thing I have now, I guess, would be New Order's "Blue Monday" CD-Single in my organizer right now. But that's only odd because one generally doesn't use an organizer as a CD case. Everything else, though is pretty much business as usual...
Three little quirks you have that not everybody knows.
1. I like pretty much any media I own to be pristine/mint condition. I suppose it comes from collecting comic books, but if a magazine/book/CD/DVD/whatever that I want to buy has the slightest crease in its cover or crack in the case, I will look for a different copy or forego buying it.
2. I don't really give two shits about the exterior of my car, however (I keep the internals running as smoothly as possible with regular maintenance though). My car is a conveyance which takes me from point A to point B.
3. I don't believe in "soul-mates" where one person has one other specific person they're destined or whatever to be with.
Three things people SHOULD know about you if they want to get along with you better.
1. I might not kick anyone out for eating crackers, but I definitely will for wearing shoes on/in bed.
2. I expect people to listen to me the first time. I hate explaining things more than once, especially to people that I think should know better.
3. Unless you're a former/current/prospective lover (in other words, female), don't touch my side. I get a bit jumpy when people do so, and I've even gone so far as to hit someone with a pool cue when he kept doing it to annoy me.
Three pieces of obscure trivia (general trivia, NOT about you).
1. According to Michael Pollan's The Botany of Desire, the "broomstick" that witches used to "fly" on in Salem, etc, were actually wooden dildoes dipped in some narcotic mix of herbs/plants.
2. In a recent study, scientists found that members of one sex generally do not like the body odor of the other sex within a family. Biologists believe that this is some chemical means of discouraging incest.
3. When playing a poker-like game with three cards instead of five, the odds of getting a straight are actually lower than the odds of getting a flush.
One odd thing currently in your purse, wallet, or pocket.
The oddest thing I have now, I guess, would be New Order's "Blue Monday" CD-Single in my organizer right now. But that's only odd because one generally doesn't use an organizer as a CD case. Everything else, though is pretty much business as usual...
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