I'm afraid I have to keep this Frantic Friday short and sweet kids! I'll make it up to you somehow down the road though, so don't worry.
I golfed with brudder CC last night and after I don't know, maybe 15 years of being best buds, we got into the weirdest conversation. I'm actually starting to think we may be getting old!
Now this is something pretty foreign to us, as we typically talk about really important shit, like
for example!
That is always one thing we can agree on.
With brudder CC's birthday coming up, (and it's the big FIVE-O!) I figured him for the "big birthday" Harley kind of guy. You know, the guy gets a little something to help him get over the hump, as it were.
I was shocked when he told me what he really wanted, was a
instead.
That just blew me away. I just can't picture CC on a crotch rocket, but he said that's what he wanted. He said he's always wanted one so he can get a hawt chick and do some
with her.
I actually laughed out loud at that and told him that the hotties don't really like the crotchies at all. He then asked me how do I explain Denise Milani?
A very valid point actually, to which I could only reply
I hate it when he makes a good point!
In what I thought would be the end of the conversation, I told brudder CC that I preferred my
and both, would probably handle better anyway.
So he gets all jammed up and starts talking about how much he loves him some chicks in
and that's the best that black can possibly look.
It took a bit of convincing, but I think I finally won him over to the side of
But all in all, it just seemed so bizarre you know?
Two grown men discussing
has to be some kind of sign of old age no?
We always used to talk about our favourite things, like
or even better still,
with curves, to pass the time.
Now we're sitting around discussing leather vs. lace!
Seriously?
I mean what the hell's next?
perhaps.
For crying out loud!
Well like I said, I have to keep this a little shorter than normal. I'm meeting brudder CC for a little more golf this afternoon, and I'd better get my daily dose of chores done before I head out.
I had to laugh at the note that CC shot me about golf today though. He wants to debate something that I KNOW we are NOT going to see eye to eye on at all.
As most of you already know, I've always been a big believer in
and everything nice.
Brudder CC's far more into the
side of things than me.
But I'll win him over to the
side of this argument for sure!
I've got a plan!
I'm going to drag him down to the local Library after the golf.
I had every intention of playing in last nights Mookathon, right up until about 9:55pm.
That was about the time I busted out of my friend Amir's event, after playing 238 hands of pretty tough Pokerwit poker. The final table was incredible and there were some really, REALLY tough decisions that had to be made. It was a real grind!
In the beginning, I was the luck sack extraordinaire. I was dealt quality hand after quality hand for the first 20 minutes straight. That was mostly only good for the blinds however, as these are pretty solid NLHE players. But right at about half an hour into the game,
I was quite happy to have almost doubled my starting stack.
I'm not sure if it's me or a fact of poker, but I love the deeper stacked, slower format games and with the way Amir had this game set up to play,
I felt like I had a much better chance at doing something with my stack. Like maybe I don't know, PLAY POKER!
As players slowly busted out, I was stuck in a rut at around that same double starting stack. I seemed to stay alive through catching a hand an orbit, but continued to simply collect the blinds. I tried alternating my call, min-raise and pot raise pre-flop action, but just couldn't get a pot going with a monster hand. For the first time in about forever, I saved those HH's to see what I could've done to make a pot. THAT should be pretty damn funny! Me evaluating HH's!
Anywho....
I kept grinding and grinding away and while I wasn't making a ton of ground, I was keeping my head above water. Then the move to final table came.
My original goal all along, was just to make the final table with Amir. I'm not sure why I was thinking that way at first, but once I made it, I started to believe that I could actually win!
I'll wait for the snickering to stop and give you a chance to wipe that coffee off the monitor now..............
I'd made it down to the top six, but was still the shorty at the table. While I'm concentrating on holding on and continuing to play good poker, (for me!) the remaining five with me are all talking about the 50K and where they stand. Hell! Amir was also down to final table in the $22 1R/1A and a couple of them where deep into the $250K on Stars as well!
Sounds stupid I know, but I suddenly felt I was in WAY over my head. Technically by their NLHE performance and budget, I guess I was. But it hit me that this was THIS game and not any of those others. I made my mind up to dig in hard and do my best. With a few cards going my way, who's to say I couldn't make a showing of myself? Certainly not me at that point! I had some serious confidence at the time. And YES, it felt really weird!
Four handed and 203 hands into the game, I made a decision that Amir had to be on a flush draw. I had bet pre and he simply flatted. He made the bet on the flop and it was my turn to call him. When the board paired on the turn and wasn't a third spade, I also called down his turn bet thinking I may be able to get this pot on a blank river. The river brought the second over, but no spade. His check was suspicious I guess, but I made a 1/2 pot raise to see where I stood. I also figured that with the way it had played out, if he did hit the Queen on the end, it may just look like a value bet for something like A-3.
Amir's fold brought me the pot and with it, I took the chip lead. It's a bit of a reverse 'Bammer' but none the less, 9's and 3's worked for me that time.
Of course then.... it started!
Three handed,
I went nearly seven in a row! With just one lonely hammer being thrown in there for good measure.
I also had one hand where I was on a Royal Flush draw and couldn't get away from it, until of course the river missed all 10,000 of my outs. The play was aggressive and I took a shot at the win, only to have to fold Ace high in the end. The stack took a pretty substantial hit on that one.
Now as the three handed shorty and in the BB, I was allowed to see a flop courtesy of a limp from only the button. He had done this a couple of times before, but with pretty substantial pocket pairs. We saw a flop that gave me top pair, but they were still only 6's. I expected a bet with overs to that board but strangely, we went to the turn for free. The turn was a second six to make my set, it also gave me an open ended straight draw. Only one problem, a three flush was also on the board.
I made my move with a check raise and when I did, "oops, didn't check the stack size" was quickly typed in the chat box. I knew right then, I had him on a draw.
Well....
He got there and as for me, IGHN.
:(
Still, I'm happy with the way I played online for a change. It actually felt a little closer to a live game than it usually does for me. I felt like I made some good reads, good moves and most importantly, for once it seemed as though my timing was almost as good as my live game to be honest. It's improvement and isn't that what I'm supposed to be striving for after all?
YAY me !!
Amir and I have been discussing a bit of a grudge match and this time, I'm going to be bringing my own back up! Look for a little fun game coming soon, where I show Amir that my Bloggers can beat his Pokerwit Pro's. I've played with most of you long enough now to know, we CAN DO THIS! I'll get the details up sometime after the BBT5 is done and gone. Watch for them here.
Of course with the BBT5 underway, I knew it was time to play a little more online poker. One does need to practice if one wants to get better.
Right?
Game #1 :
Despite actually winning in that one for game #2, I decided on HORSE.
But as you can see, The Bammer is an equal opportunity shit hand!
Despite winning that one too, I figured a change would still be a good idea. This time I'd out smart The Bammer. This time, I'd change sites too!
Game #3 :
I managed a second place showing there.
Of course, all is not doom and gloom kids!
I made the decision to chase myself back to the other site, so I could play in a few more games. Naturally with all the change, comes a change in luck and cards right?
Right!
With four left and three to get paid, there's an all in pre-flop ahead of me by the ultra-aggressive monster stack. These are the times when you wake up to pocket aces and scream YES!
Right?
Uh yeah..... OK.
So it came time to turn back to the other site for a game, as I was still hoping it would magically change my luck again. This time I took my time and grabbed a scotch. I just missed the first hand by a few seconds but thought, that's OK. I would've probably just got into trouble with that hand anyhow.
The limpers started with A-K vs. A-K vs. A-Q, for a three-way all in on the very first hand of the game.
It was a good scotch however!
On the bright side, there was this desperation shove late in the last game of the night over at the other place. With two callers, I figured I was done.
Oh and one other thing.
Winner of the best laugh I had all night goes to...
My ability to fold A-rag pre!
Did I ever mention to you that poker is a stupid game for jerks?
Like my NLHE poker game, I'll keep this one short and sweet.
Peb's and I had some family over for a nice Sunday dinner. As is always the case with our family, things ran on a little longer than the plan. That's really OK though, as this was family we like.
;)
I'd almost forgotten about the Invitational game, until Peb's reminded me to jump on the computer. I made my grand appearance at the table at about 7:15pm or so. I really liked who I saw sitting at my table based on friendships, but wasn't that thrilled about having to play poker with everyone!
Obviously with The Doc and I both not there for the first 15 minutes or so, our blinds were gobbled up at a rabid pace. Thanks to being late and missing what looked like 3 orbits, I sat down to a stack of $2850.
The first two hands I actually play, I limped into seeing a flop of 9-6-6 rainbow while holding pocket 6's. Then no one was interested in playing back at my re-re-raise pre-flop, while I was holding the two black aces. So in just about 15 minutes or so, I get my blinds back and then some.
I sat back and folded for a while, as the action was almost always too expensive for the two random cards I was holding. I folded pocket 9's from the button, having strong action in three spots ahead of me.
Then two orbits later and while sitting one short of the button, I pick up the aces once again and make it a fairly substantial amount to play. I get the snap call from the button only.
Well.... we all know how that turned out right?
GG me! :(
Pretty much just like last week, I see that my chips advanced a full seven positions higher than I did.
It's still always fun to see and hear from everyone and if I haven't said it enough lately, I'm an idiot! A very special thank you to AlCantHang and FullTilt for putting this entire thing together. You both RAWK !
Also thanks to Buddy Dank Radio and his crew. I've only just become able to listen in to their shenanigans and now, I know what I've been missing for all these years. Keep it up kids, it's hawesomeness!
Surprisingly to those that really know me, not because they finally let Nichelle Nichols
show her then killer body!
What I really love about this episode, is the way avid fans are forced to see what lies just beyond the characters they've come to know and love. Captain Kirk's great resolve and strength under pressure, all turned to as close to an animal as a man can get. Sulu turned from triumphant supporter of justice, freedom and the Federation way, into a maniac possessed by the thoughts of murder. Mr. Spock as a Vulcanian and not human of course, merely had an edge to him in this alternate universe. An edge that at the end of the show, left real fans wanting for a bit more when the season continued.
"It was far easier for you as civilized men to behave like barbarians, than it was for them as barbarians to behave like civilized men." ~ Spock
The real theme in Mirror, Mirror is about us humans. How much of what we hate about us or control somehow deep within us, is still there just the same. Those things that are always waiting to break out, despite our efforts to keep them under our full control.
Mankind as a whole wants that alternate Mr. Spock edge HELL, I think we need it! But often we humans take that too far, bringing out the savage of the alter ego instead. It's in our nature somehow. Buried and falsely assumed to be under our control, the beast within spreads like wildfire when allowed to come out and play. The brain knows better, but the mouth or in some cases the fingers, seem to have a better grasp on what control is really all about.
I give you exhibit A -
A known online NLHE fishie makes a bad play. He then man's up and shares his fishiness with his friends, only to have the beneficiary of his fishie actions comment, "Nice move with no hand and no draw imo. Good poker."
As exhibit B -
I submit online chat.
It's really important to remember something here, cards can't think. It's we the player no matter what the game, that are responsible for that action. We decide when to make a move, fold a hand or as is often the case in any card game, when to take a chance and gamble. Some defend with payback mathematics, others with pot odds and possible outs in the deck but always, there's the underlying need to defend.
Sitting at a table and playing face to face when this defence is required, usually leads to frustration for one and jubilation for another. In the end however, the next hand is for the most part played out without incident and the game moves on. Face to face and in live contact, generally humans can be remarkable creatures of resolution. Yes, we all know what it's like to sit in the car or truck later and let loose the demons to ourselves. Occasionally a spouse or friend has the unfortunate timing to have the wrath of our fury thrown entirely at them, while we deal with what angered us at the time. But sitting at that table with the other player involved, usually means mental notes and adjusted play at the most. A simple nice catch or wow, being this height of the entire confrontation.
Only online and with nothing but a screen in front of us, do we humans release the demons in a small little window called a chat box. The only repercussions of our outrage are typically, a few other humans garnering some good laughs at our expense. Some just turn it off, allowing the desired time of friendship to be cast aside for the price of sanity. Others block it out as best they can, hoping it will all just go away. But it won't.
In every hand there will be a winner, a loser or a tie. Cards can't think, humans can. The need to justify our thought process does not belong as part of the game, it should rather be a point of discussion for improvement going forward. But that won't likely happen too often either, for we are human. The ability within us to resolve confrontation face to face as we so often do, is lost along the edges of anonymity and a computer screen.
We're not all going to be good at all the games we play so sometimes, a few of us are going to make a decision that helps us get lucky. The good news for the experts out there however, is statistically you should have a massive edge on the donkeys at almost all other times. I've heard that this bodes well for you in the long haul so go ahead, smile.
Here's to seeing a little more of the edge and hopefully going forward, a lot less of our demons. Although I highly doubt this possible, what with our self imposed self importance and entitlement issues. But what the hell? One can always hope.
I like Waffles. Did you know that? I know, I know! Everyone really likes Waffles. It's just more fun to pick on him and laugh at the rants. Besides, he may be the greatest ranter on the planet. That's saying something in these economic times! Not to mention if you're American, the political issues! Waffles plays poker, Waffles rants & we read. Life is good no?
But recently while making a few security changes here and there, I discovered something that you may not have considered in the past.
Before I can tell you though, you MUST STOP drinking before you read any further. . . . . .
WAFFLES IS PROBABLY AN ACTUAL GENIUS.
Let's try and keep the Beer, Coke, Scotch or what ever OFF the keyboards shall we?
I know I've let this place slide a little more than I should but sometimes, life can get in the way. Since I kind of like life, I tend to let it. It's been working for me so far, so I'll be sticking to that plan for a touch longer.
Anywho....
Like I said I was shaking a few things up, making a couple of security changes that were LONG over due, when I came across a revelation of sorts.
Waffles gets it!
People like bad news, rants about something or just more generally, a little bitching and moaning! In other words, Waffles is on to something.
The 1/2 empty glass > the 1/2 full one.
TWICE as good in fact and here's my proof.
Last week I had one bitch and moan post about a lack of work.
Instant double up on readership!
So listen to Waffles, he knows!
Need more readers to attract those valuable ads and sponsorships?
Just bitch and moan a little more often!
So thanks Waffles!
You're OK for a little dumpy old guy that never gets laid and always gets two-outed on the river unless you've got an all-in double gutter in a hand against me.
;)
Now if I could just find something else to rant about!
There's been a thing or two on my mind of late so unfortunately, I'm a little late giving up some props that are very much deserved.
All the information can be found by clicking the picture link, over in the top right corner there.
The things our friend AlCantHang and his overlords at FullTilt Poker have done for us, should never be taken for granted.
Simply incredible!
I bombed out in The Hammer position in last nights game, running A-Q into Lucko's A-J. The flushed flop gave me an opportunity to make a move and I took it. Typical of my timing and play of late online, the flushed flop also gave Lucko the nuts. It was nice to see my chips advance another eight positions in the event, before they went on to someone else.
HUGE congrats to JJ for taking the first event down!
If you're new to this crowd or perhaps just a casual reader here, Buddy Dank Radio is covering each of the events that will be held. They'll have many guests on the shows, including a few of the legends of the blogging crowd. So even if you can't or don't play in any of the games, BDR is a great way to hear a few stories about our little adventures together.
The Invitation only events held Sundays, are also a great way to catch up with most of the who's who in our little crowd. With BDR covering the games and 70 plus of the bad boys and girls of blogger poker being in them, you may not get a better opportunity to get yourself so close to all the action.
So listen in or better yet, join in on the fun if you can.
OH and when you see me donk of my chips in spectacular fashion as always, a little GG in the chat would be nice too.
It’s the morning after and I’m yet to find some sleep. I sat up and thought over everything and somehow, I found myself reading what I’d just written. I’m not even sure how I ended up sitting down here but sure enough, I had words on the screen in front of me. Why I wrote them exactly, is still unclear. Writing, ( I use the term very loosely in my case ) can sometimes help to get the thoughts put into some semblance of order, rather than leave them jumbled up in my squash. I don’t know why I want to put these thoughts up here either. Maybe sharing will make it all go away somehow?
12 minutes with Matt….
I left the car right there in the middle of the intersection. It’s a quiet spot in the evenings, maybe a dozen or so vehicles an hour. There was another car headed right for me, as I ran towards the fallen rider.
Hey, you OK?
There wasn’t any reply from under the bike. I had a CB just like it back in the day, a CB750F to be exact. Picking the bike up myself wasn’t going to be easy I thought, but I moved it off of the guy somehow. I forgot how much extra weight those full fairings can add to the already 500 plus pound machines.
I don’t know if the fuck was said out loud, or if it was contained between my ears. Either way, the sight wasn’t very pretty and worst of all, he was just a kid. Maybe my daughter’s age or just a bit older.
I heard a voice just a few feet away mentioning 911 and I asked him to tell them to hurry. The kid had a pulse and I could feel the quickened pace of his heart, but the blood. All that blood seemingly coming from everywhere. How do we hold so much of it inside us? I wondered.
It was obvious by just the freakishly unnatural shapes, that both of his arms were broken bad. If you try to imagine an arm with three elbows below the natural one, you’ll get an idea of what kind of shape his left forearm was in. The right arm was separated at the shoulder for sure.
You with me kid?
“Matt”
It’s going to be alright Matt, you just hang on son.
“How fucked up am I?”
Is there a right way to answer that question? I’ve said it myself in almost the exact same context twice. Neither of the answers I got, made me feel a whole heck of a lot better.
When I went to loosen his helmet to ease his breathing a bit, I realized that we had another little problem. I not only found out where a lot of the blood was coming from, I was also pretty sure that his neck was broken as well. The first thing I thought of was, one of those bobbing white Chihuahuas in the back window of a low rider. Being a warm evening and coming home from golf, I just had sandals, shorts and a shirt on at the time. I took off my shirt and wrapped it firmly around my hand as I told Matt, this might sting just a little. My fist didn’t quite go into the giant gash between his neck and ear, but the majority of the shirt and three of my digits did. Applying as much pressure as I could, seemed to reduce the bleeding substantially. This was a good thing I thought, as surely he must have lost three quarters of his store by now!
You like Metallica Matt?
“Yeah”
At first despite asking the question, I had no idea why I did. When the other guy turned the key off on the bike so we could talk better, I realized that I couldn’t hear End of the Line anymore.
End of the Line I thought, irony’s a bitch.
We’re out in the country a ways so with the stereo now off, we could hear the sirens in the distance. Help was on its way.
Where were you coming from Matt?
“Dude seriously, it was an epic ride.”
I’ll assume that means the edge of Georgian Bay then, right?
“Yeah”
I told him I rode too and always have. It was a bit of a white lie since I don’t really have a bike right now, but riders talking to riders is just how it’s supposed to work for a rider. I figured it might help sooth the pain.
“Do me a favour?”
Can you picture anyone saying no to that? Me either.
There was a look between us. It said something for sure, yet was painfully incomplete. Then there was a convulsion in his body. Not violent like an electrical charge, not a mere sigh like on television either.
Matt was still looking me right in the eyes, but that was just Matt’s eyes. The Matt I’d just met, wasn’t hanging around with me anymore.
Through the wound on the side of his neck, there was no more feedback in my hand. The faint message of thumps and ba-dumps had now gone. I used my other hand right at the source, Matt’s heart wasn’t moving. With his upper body and head against my chest, I got no sense of breathing either.
Somebody help!
Paramedics may not know it, but they say the damndest things sometimes.
“Can you keep your hand there for me please sir?”
I’ll give them full marks for trying. I’m positive that if there was anything that they could have done to bring Matt back, they were going to give it their all.
It was hard to let go when they asked me to. I’d just met Matt, literally by accident. Why did I feel like taking my hand off his neck was going to make it all so permanent? It was permanent damn it! Death’s like that right?
“We’d best take a look at that arm of yours now.”
Now who the hell was that cop talking too?
I asked the Paramedics if I could steal one of their towels at the back of the ambulance. I just needed to ‘clean up a little.’
“After we take care of that sir.”
“That” apparently being something on me.
I have no clue how, when or where, maybe it was picking up the bike? But sometime in my 12 minutes with Matt, we were bleeding together. Ironic, once again.
The prick put 3 stitches in my arm right there. One at each end, and then one in the middle. Just to “hold it together” until the hospital. I drove myself there and as I did, I was saddened by the fact that Matt didn’t rate the siren, high speed trip and flashing lights of the ambulance. I had the feeling that Matt would’ve kind of liked that trip. My next thought was, I would’ve loved to have heard all about it from Matt afterwards.
Eleven stitches, one police report and a couple of sponge baths later and I as it were, was free to go.
They were all there for Matt, of that there was no doubt. There’s just no getting used to the sobs & moans of a mother. You can’t filter them out either. Mom’s have some kind of radar like device that locks on to a son’s heart. It doesn’t have to be their son either, have you noticed that? Moms are really good at that shit!
He could have been me, or I him. Same age and basic body build, same receding hairline. He looked like he understood back pain and the effect that a low pressure system can have on arthritic joints and bones. Yep, he could have been me, or I him.
The hand shake really is a gateway to your soul.
“The police told us what you did for my boy, I wanted to say thanks.”
I don’t know what Matt actually wanted as a favour, when he asked if I could do him one.
His last words were of his love for you and his Mother and he wanted me to tell you, “thank you for everything.”
As the handshake reveals the inner you, a hug will always share your heart.
I hope I did the right thing Matt. It felt like the right thing to do at the time.
Drop the hourglass of time Spilling sand we will not find As we gather here today We bid farewell...
They'd called for maybe an hour and a half or so but the general concensus was, we were in for a bit of a spring storm.
It rained alright. Probably from 8:00pm until maybe say 8:30.
What's a half hour right?
In my head, I could see him thinking about taking that corner.
My mind raced immediately to every single time, I'd ever made that exact decision.
I'd managed to walk away somehow and fortunately for me, on several occassions.
Chance is a weird phenomenon.
The sensations of the scars that cross my body from side to side and then make their way from nearly head to toe, take a very brief moment to run through my soul before they seem to creep into my very being.
Aches I'd hoped to forget, now seem to control a body too old to fight back.
He never saw the puddle. He was quite simply.... going too fast.
I think life must have a structure unseen and unknown to those that live it. Is that weird?
One moment we're on top of the world and the next well....
not so much.
When I scooped up the bulk of his mass in my arms and held his head next to my chest,
"Matt"
is what he said.
It's going to be alright Matt. You just hang on Son.
It wasn't tell Laura I love her.
No oh where, oh where could my baby be either.
Matt wanted to know one thing right then and I for one from experience, get where his head was at. The problem was, I was the guy that had to answer the question tonight.
"How fucked up am I?"
. . . .
I'm no Doctor, despite the number of times I've played the game.
What I do know is that those two arms don't normally point that way together, the head should probably be able to support itself and the whole bloodletting thing, should probably be left to the TV Vampires and shit like that.
Dude seriously, it was an epic ride.
I held Matt against my chest and pushed deep into the gash along his throat.
I ride you know Matt. Always have.
There's a convulsion in a dying body right before they go. Did you know that?
A moment together with a stranger that is counting on you to get a message across to those that he loves... can be an awfully humbling, yet powerful thing.
Wow it's midnight.
I did what I was asked, but honestly I can't help but wonder.... did I do it the way Matt wanted me too?
I met Matt tonight for the first and only time, then I met his family.
I know that Matt was loved.
I also found out that Matt was 23 and until tonight....
It can be said that Poker players are ruthless, heartless and notoriously famous for not giving a shit what happened, if they win. I think that's a fair assessment.
On the other hand, you could make a difference to one of us in a world of hurt.
*Disclaimer ~ With the exception of wanting a good laugh at my expense, the actual geeks out there might just want move on to the next blog on their list.
Everyone out there that's met me knows, I-AM-NOT-A-GEEK! For the record, I'm still OK with that. I do my best to fit in with the crowd where I can, most recently discovering that monitors can in fact be large and slim, rather than the 60 pound baby dinosaur that used to be sitting in front of me. Hell just a few months ago, I even jumped up into the late 80's I think, when DSL service became available around these parts. A seriously HUGE move for this kid!
My geekiness has recently even advanced as far as things called "defrag" and "optimization" tooling. I now feel like I'm really starting to fit in here but good lord, will it ever end?
All kidding aside, the extra time I've spent on this thing of late seemed to have created a bit of an issue. One that I wasn't quite sure how to handle. Of course I run the standard google search and try to solve it on my own, FAIL! I run the installed programs to eliminate the problem, FAIL! I also request the services of a local and supposedly known "uber-geek" to resolve the issue, resulting in UBER-FAIL that I proudly and in my largest ever geeky like voice can say, "man am I glad I backed this thing up before he got here!"
Then I ran across ZOOKS little spiel about some barter work she had done with a neighbour. I read the fun stuff, ('cause she's pretty good at that!) and skim right over the geeknology as always. ('cause she has lots & lots of that apparently) I can't quite say how or why I noticed them but for whatever reason it was, I did.
Two little words that struck a cord somewhere deep into my inner geek.
Malware Bytes
Where had I seen this before and why oh why, did it mean something to me now?
I went back to the top of the post and re-read the thing from the start. What I found out was, those two words didn't really mean anything to me. What meant something was that I was as bad as, (or possibly worse?) than the friends she was describing. The problem I was having, was that I wasn't helping myself! I wasn't learning more, doing more or protecting myself from these issues by just generally doing the right thing and giving a shit.
In these days of disposable anything but income, why the hell would I feel the need to maintain and care for a stupid computer right?
STOOOOOPID IDIOT!
Like I said earlier, I run the security programs and have the timer set to check everything out as often as needed. I never thought anything else of it. The issues I was having, were NOT my fault.
Then I downloaded, (for FREE) and ran Malware Bytes.
To put it into Zooks terms.......
OMGWTF?!??!!
I don't pretend to know squadoosh about actual techno-crap but one things for sure, once I eliminated all the bots, spywares, trojans, stolens and other crap that was seemingly filling this thing to capicity, my 'puter runs goot!
Thanks ZOOKS, YOU ARE THE MAN! (well, with the exception of all those nice girly parts you have)
Another Frantic Friday where trust me I know, all everyone is really expecting is another tribute to the
You probably came here to see me shoot up a few more pics of some
styling out in their
didn't you?
If that is why you did drop in today, I hate to be a
but I'm taking this Frantic Friday, in a totally different direction!
You see, I feel a little more enthusiastic today than I have lately and like one of my favorite quotes goes,
This Frantic Friday, I think I'd like to aim a little higher than usual. I think you're going to be OK with that because if we all just sit back and face the facts and be honest with ourselves, I'm sure you're thinking the same way that I am.
Oh and let's just stick with the whole honesty theme for a moment here shall we?
Can you look yourself in the mirror and admit honestly, what your take on
really is?
Yeah, that's what I thought!
Don't worry though, I love'em too!
There's just something so
about great
isn't there.
at, isn't it?
By the way, what kind of boob person are you?
Are you one of the folks that can't get enough of the
The type that likes to find the smallest bit of material,
to the hilt with boobs?
Not me.
I mean, I do like them big of course. I'm just not fanatical about them like you is all.
;)
No, my boob fetish is a bit upside down.
I just can't seem to get enough of what I call
OH, and here's the cultural segment of this Frantic Friday for you.
Were you aware that underboob is
You see, you can learn something new every Frantic Friday!
Like I always say,
OK kids, once again I have to run.
I have some very special company dropping by today and I need to get things just right. I've got a few challenges and hurdles to get over for her, because
I'm sure lots of you out there would see that as a major issue, but once I knew it was
that was coming over, I figured I do damn near anything to make her comfortable.
Wouldn't you?
So have a
everyone.
I know mine is certainly about to get a whole lot better!
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