Just tonight, I decided to start using my idle cpu cycles for the greater good via a distributed computing project called SETI@home. I did this back in high school, and a little in college, but I uninstalled because I preferred to have as many cycles as I could. Nowadays, though, I'm hardly on my computer, so I figured why not.
Everyone, just click the title of this post and follow the easy instruction to get yourself set-up the right way.
PokerStars Game #4304378642: Tournament #406559, 300+20 Hold'em No Limit - Level II (15/30) - 2006/10/02 - 20:45:31 (ET)
Table '406559 1' 9-max Seat #6 is the button
Seat 1: alabama498 (1050 in chips)
Seat 3: canadaword (1440 in chips) is sitting out
Seat 4: micmootie (1170 in chips)
Seat 5: kev_999 (6040 in chips)
Seat 6: chief61s (1560 in chips)
Seat 7: MOMUV2 (1585 in chips) out of hand (moved from another table into small blind)
Seat 8: Flibbertyjib (5710 in chips)
Seat 9: Gottheit (2480 in chips)
Flibbertyjib: posts small blind 15
Gottheit: posts big blind 30
*** HOLE CARDS ***
Dealt to Gottheit [3c Kd]
alabama498: folds
canadaword: folds
micmootie: folds
kev_999: folds
chief61s: calls 30
Flibbertyjib: calls 15
Gottheit: checks
*** FLOP *** [3h 2c 3s]
giraph is connected
Flibbertyjib: bets 300
Gottheit: raises 540 to 840
chief61s: folds
Flibbertyjib: calls 540
*** TURN *** [3h 2c 3s] [4h]
Flibbertyjib: bets 1620
Gottheit: calls 1610 and is all-in
*** RIVER *** [3h 2c 3s 4h] [Kc]
*** SHOW DOWN ***
Flibbertyjib: shows [Ad Ac] (two pair, Aces and Threes)
Gottheit: shows [3c Kd] (a full house, Threes full of Kings)
Gottheit collected 4990 from pot
*** SUMMARY ***
Total pot 4990 | Rake 0
Board [3h 2c 3s 4h Kc]
Seat 1: alabama498 folded before Flop (didn't bet)
Seat 3: canadaword folded before Flop (didn't bet)
Seat 4: micmootie folded before Flop (didn't bet)
Seat 5: kev_999 folded before Flop (didn't bet)
Seat 6: chief61s (button) folded on the Flop
Seat 8: Flibbertyjib (small blind) showed [Ad Ac] and lost with two pair, Aces and Threes
Seat 9: Gottheit (big blind) showed [3c Kd] and won (4990) with a full house, Threes full of Kings
Well hey howdy hey neighbors in cyberspace!
Holy goddamn it's been a while since I've last posted. I guess it's due time for a new post, eh?
To start things off, I'd like to visit something from our past...*doodley doo transition from Wayne's World*
The other day, may have been a week ago, I was discussing missed opportunities. Aside from the obvious non-completion of college (which I'm planning out right now, you worry warts), the only other opportunity I could think of was not seeing Rage Against the Machine while they were still together. I know Smitty was much closer to seeing them that I was. He actually had tickets to see them on their last tour with the Beastie Boys. Bleee dat.
So needless to say, I've been listening to Rage a lot lately. Right now I'm listening to a live version of Without a Face. Not that anyone REALLY cares, but why write a weblog post without including some sort of music reference. It'd be like peas without the carrots. The gin without the tonic. Or the apples without the oranges. Just wouldn't be prudent.
Hey! I got a new car. I did, I did. It's a 1995 Pontic Grand Am GT with 1337 ground effects. Power everthing, and I just put a new CD player in that my fiance got me for the ol' Birfday.
So, basically that's it for now. Not much to say really...Then again, I don't want to spend my day off writing a weblog entry that no one will read.
BUH BYE!!
Browsing through Google Video, I usually check out the top 100 videos. For some reason, it's been clogged with those mentos + diet coke videos. While it certainly is entertaining the first time you see it, it becomes rather dull when every dope with a digital camcorder posts a video like he's the first one who tried it. With the exception of well orchestrated experiments, everyone should stop trying. It's old news. When I see a 60+ year old guy buy a can of diet coke for the sole purpose of watching it explode in a grandiose display, it's gotten out of hand. Did anyone even pay attention in Chemistry class?
Anyway, that's not the point.
I'm here to display something I found while browsing Google video. The so-called "Worst Music Video EVER." I found it the other day hovering at the bottom of the top 100. It wasn't there very long, because the next day, when I went to find it again, it was gone. I've watched it probably five or six times since I found it.
For two reasons.
The first being that it's near impossible for me to wrap my head around WHAT they're going for. The whole video is like an orgy of 70's and 80's era stereotypes. What is the point of the poorly choreographed dancers (seriously, it seems like they learned the moves an hour before they started taping the video)? Why is there a mirror ball when the room is so well lit? Also, these lyrics bewilder me:
Oh, you're absolutely fine
Your lips are taste of wine
I'd like to make you mine
And if I could touch your hand
This rock would turn to sand
So this is where we stand
[my shift key isn't working. when i press it, i get a funky looking string of characters like this qKO: or this <>P, so please bear with me on the absence of capitalization, and question marks/exclamation marks...also, i'm going to use brackets instead of parenthases.]
so, today is 6-6-06. or is it....
according to discovery channel news 'Jesuit priest Richard Leonard, director of the Australian Catholic Film Office, told the Australian press that when Christianity took over the Roman calendar in the fourth century, the monk who compiled the dates got them wrong by four years. The Church became aware of the mistake in 1582 but did not correct it to prevent the world from losing four years.
"We assume Satan knows that the sixth day of the sixth month in 2006 was in fact June 6, 2002," Father Leonard said.'
worry not, you able-minded christians. today is actually june 6th, 2010.
Me, my fiance, and a two of our friends (who happen to be dating) went out to the ballgame tonight. It was a good time. The last time I went to a Major League game was when I was barely knee-high to a something that's small. So, I didn't really recall the finer points of a good old fashioned baseball game until we got there. Like the four dollar 20 oz. Mountain Dew, or maybe the five dollar pretzel. Ahhh, breathe it in America. Our newest pastime is capitalism!
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack, and say goodbye to your 401k.
Haha, enough ranting.
In all honesty though, it was a great time. Recently (the past 5 years or so) I haven't really been into any kind of (popular) sport, but going to the game tonight brought back my old fondness of baseball. Maybe it was the atmosphere, or perhaps it was the action on the field...Possibly a combination of the two, I'm not sure, but it was definitely A+++++++ would go again!
Cincinnati lost, but I don't give a damn about who wins or loses. What I DO give a damn about is pictures. Lots and lots of pictures! Which I took, and have, to SHARE!
These aren't all I took, but these are the ones I bothered to resize.
(Looking at you with my "get it?!" face)
Well, it's true. This week especially. 49 hours I'm scheduled. Yeah, forty NINE!!
I'm off today though! Hey, that's good news. So what did I do today? I sat around and played Diablo II. No, wait, not JUST Diablo II, but Diablo II: Lord of Destruction. Yeah, that's right. I got the expansion. Dig it.
Last time I played Diablo II was when me, Z, and D were working at the Perry of all Parks. I got the base game (sans expansion) from Penis and Penis, and from there I was hooked. After I beat Baal (the bad guy in the base game) I went out and bought the expansion. Not like the day after, either. NO! After I finished watching the last cinematic scene, I immediately drove to Wal-Mart to get the expansion.
Here I am now, three years later, and I reinstalled. The reinstallation of a game from your past is a very nostalgic event. It's like you're ressurecting a period of your life. Maybe it's just me, but when I saw the splash screens for Diablo I got a fuzzy little feeling in my stomach comparable to a hefty shot of Smirnoff vodka. Which, I happened to be drinking a lot of during my initial experience with Diablo. COINCIDENCE!?!?!!!11
Yeah probably...
Anyway.
For some reason I can't bring myself to play as any character other than the Necromancer. The dude is just SO badass. Spells and raising the dead? That's hot shit!
The only difference this time around, though, is that I'm playing solely online. It's a very different beast, indeed. Example: You have to scout out the area around the "towns" EVERY time you get back in the game. That sucks. Well, it works pretty good for leveling up, but sometimes you just want to get back into the action, right? RIGHT!
You can't do that if you're lumbering around trying to find the right path.
For those in the know, I'm stuck on the last quest in the second act. There's this fucking goliath of a boss I have to beat, and it's damn near impossible.
Anyway, yeah. That what I've been up to in my spar(s)e time.
...Tae Bo is pretty fun, and Billy Blanks is pretty cool.
Imagine that.
So, yeah, me and my fiance did some Tae Bo today. I didn't know what to expect at first, but she had been asking me to do it, so I figured I'd give it a go.
I had done workout tapes before when I was younger, and I thought the overall pace would be same. Haha! I was wrong. I thought the so-called "warm up" was the actual work out. It was very hard to keep up. I mean, that shit moves FAST! It's kinda like you have to watch it as a movie for the first few times before you actually get up and start kicking and punching. Kinda like watching a movie so many times and memorizing the lines. Except, instead of lines, there are kicks and butt thrusts.
I'm going to try and make this a regular "work out" type deal. Me and the (future) Mrs. have already made a deal to basically force each other to do some kind of work out or another. Given a few more rounds of Tae Bo, I might actually be able to make it through without laughing my ass off at Billy Blanks.
Today I needed something to distract myself from what day it is, so I ran the gamut of thought absorbing processes. Among these were: Playing poker, Playing Tribes, and Reading anything and everything I could find.
I also took it upon myself to do some "sprucing" up, if you will. I searched google to see what I could learn about making a good weblog. Apparently, I'm not too bad off. Some of the suggestions didn't need to be put into effect, I think, but some of them are actually worthwhile. So, that's why I now have links to some of my previous posts that I feel exemplify my weblog as a whole. If you haven't already, you might want to give them (and my archives, for that matter) a quick read. Admittedly, I'm going through a rather lengthy dry spell as far as pure writing substance goes. That'll pass though.
For now, though, enjoy the freshness to the right. Huzzah!
I spent a large portion of the day on my balcony taking in the refreshing scent on the rainy spring-time air, and photographing birds as I saw them. Sometimes I get worried that someone is going to see me up on my balcony taking pictures and assume that I'm some kind of weird peeper. It couldn't be further from the truth, really. I've just found that there a lot of wonderful shots waiting for me just outside, in front of my apartment.
As has been stated previously, I love nature photography. Bird photography, however, is something I've only recently found an interest in. I know birds and nature are very closely related (a little too obvious?), but I never really thought I would be interested in it. It's rather difficult, to say the least. I've found that you pick up on their habits very quickly, though.
Just in front of my building, there's a dumpster. I know, you're thinking "eww gross, trash is nasty." Yes, true, but it was here where I found the birds constantly returning. They would perch on the fence surrounding the dumpster, look around the area outside of the fence, survey the inside of the dumpster, and dive right in. I'm guessing the dumpster is a low-labor source of food. It seems perfectly reasonble for them to feast here, actually. I mean, aside from competition from other birds (which is clearly why they'd survey the area before going in), there's absolutely no danger. Hell, I'd even venture to say that there's a sense of protection inside the dumpster, both from the rain and other birds. It's a fuckin smorgasbord, and I was on hand with my camera.
Some key shots from the day:
Samuel Clemens said that. At least I think he did...I'm not entirely sure.
I've found myself fascinated with random photography. Simply grabbing my Nikon D50 to snap a picture at the most obscure time. It may go without saying however, that I have a massive interest in nature photography. There's nothing more beautiful than catching mother nature in action, or at rest for that matter. My good friend Smitty seems to share this same love of nature photography. But, see, he has mountains. I don't have that. I have small hills and a smog-ridden city. Color me green with envy.
So, sometimes, I have to improvise.
A few weeks ago, for instance, a storm started brewing southeast of my apartment. It was quite a spectacle. 50 mi/h winds, unremitting lightning, and the obligatory booming thunder that immediately follows it. Don't you love my use of consonance? Too bad this isn't poetry, eh?
Anyway, in an impromptu effort to capture lightning with my camera, I set up my tripod just inside my balcony's sliding door. I had to position the legs just right so I could get as close to the opened door as possible. Those three legs, though simple in design, can be quite tricky. Once the camera was positioned for optimal through-the-door viewing, I had to get my settings right. I figured I'd set the camera on aperture priority and let it decide how long to leave the shutter open. It did a pretty good job, in my opinion.
So, I submit for your approval two of the best pictures taken that fateful eve.
Got my coffee, got my smoke.
Can't really think of any jokes right now. Just thought I'd say something in here. I gotta get ready for work! I'm running late. Holy shit.
Just for the record. French Roast is the best.
A weblog is the singular voice of a person, it's true. Rands definitely knew what was up when he said that. It goes without saying that my voice, however, has been a bit muffled over the past year. Rather than go into the typically boring "I should post more" apology, I guess I'll just sum up the past year as best I can.
Starting in July when I last left you:
- Due to my ex threatening my life, I moved into Brappytown for a few weeks where I was met with warm arms and cold beer. I stayed there during the transitional period of finding a new apartment and getting promoted to Photo Manager. I had a chance to catch up with Chris and some of the gang while there, and it was a generally good time. I felt as if I was a burden to them, but their kindness assured me otherwise.
- In August, Shana and I moved into our new apartment that kicks much ass. It was all gravy. At first, we had no furniture but our discontentment changed that one fateful afternoon when we took a trip to a furniture store. I can't remember the name of it. All the furniture is sleek and stylish. I guess what people would call "contemporary."
...
Hmm...Seems I can't really recall any other intersting events. Bah. I've been sick all this week and my head has been void of anything resembling intelligence. This includes memory, which never was that great anyway. Oh well. I guess it's good that I'm posting in this otherwise ruined weblog, eh?
Sigh.
Maybe I'll try again when I can type every word without having to backspace.
I need a shower.
