This'll be a quicky, and it has nothing to do with poker.
Last night a few of the TuckFards decided to relieve a little of the winter doldrums, by hurtling 16 lbs. of round projectile down some wood, in an attempt to destroy 10 shiney little white things.
You guessed it! The TuckFards go bowling!
What a scream! My evening was made perfect by four simple things.
1) Pebbles was not only there, but she managed to have a drink, ( or 10 ) and was in very rare form for the entire evening. A drunk Peb's is a very funny Peb's and it was great to see that side of her again. It's been awhile. Typically, these special moments are reserved for out on the deck in the Summer, while we enjoy the serenity that is the Hamlet of Bedrock.
2) Three words, ROCK AND BOWL !!!! Now I didn't expect to hear much of anything currently in the Bam-Bam collection, as that would be downright scary for the majority of the population fore sure. BUT, I was treated to some Metallica, AC/DC, Iron Maiden and just for fun, a little classic Cream. I was fully expecting to have to suffer through the likes of The Spice Girls and Britney Spears. What even made it better for me? The cutsie little 20 somethings were actually enjoying it! A group of 8 of them in the lanes next to us, actually asked if it could be turned up for me! Gives a kid hope that there just may be a chance for that generation yet!
3) The stoopid Hef-a-lump! There was one of "those" machines there. You know the one I mean. You pay $2 to move a claw around to just the right spot to try and grab a stuffed animal that's burried deep under a bunch of the stuffed animals you don't want, only to typically find out that the claw doesn't close at the right time and that it has the lifting power of a wet noodle. Well, DonKaaa and Queen-Kaaa had a treat in store for me last night. Just so I'd have someone my own age to play with, they brought out Mini-Donk-EH !! That could only mean one thing! We must get that Hef-a-lump! Granted it took six or seven tries, (but we never got skunked once and the 'Kaaa' household now has more stuffed animals than they'll know what to do with) that great big Hef-a-lump is hopefully happy to be out of that confining little machine and feeling rather comfy in the arms of my darling Mini-Donk-Eh.
The smile on her face as it slowly squished it's way through that tiny little hole and down to the prize collection door, was worth a $1,000,000 to me.
4) And finally, watching everyone come down to my level just for one night. What a cute bunch of little kids the TuckFards can be, when they just let it happen. Belly laughs that actually caused slight pain in the mid-section. Forcing me to bowl ala, "Fred 'Twinkle Toes' Flinstone." DonKaa doing his best to break the backstop at the ends of the lanes on almost every shot. QueenKaaa, Pebbles and even myself occasionally, taking that between the legs two-hander shot that can take an eternity to actually make it to the pins. Peb's pushed one down the lane that took so long to get there, I had time to get to the bar, order a round and bring the drinks back to everyone, before it knocked all ten pins down for a strike. (natch!)
Goofy grins, belly laughs and a bunch of TuckFards in their natural state.
If you can top that for a nights entertainment, good on ya'.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
3/28/2008
Running the "Chameleon" gambit....
In an attempt to really get inside all of my friends heads and learn why and how they play as they do, I ran a little experiment last night at the Riverchasers game.
It was really a lot of fun but I can tell you this much for certain, only some of the experiment actually worked in my favour. Other parts of it were so successful, that I may forget how to be me again if I don't revert back immediately and give myself a good scrub to boot!
Here's a short list of some of the impersonations I managed to pull off last night.
Al = I was definately in a "happy" place as far as the booze was concerned. I also occasionally let the bar maid determine the next course of action for my hand, as she was fascinated by all the commotion in the chat box. (she went 5 and 1 by the way)
Fuel = Although my friend Presto started the game pretty agro, I did my best to take it right back to him when I had the chance. Then we actually had one hand between us, that nearly went to a showdown. Having seen dozens of hands shown down in the past and knowing that Fuel probably has a note on me that say's "will fold on the river with applied pressure," I decided that a simple call when I finally rivered a pair would be sufficient. My studies told my gut I was good and I took it down like the true Donkey I am. This is in no way meant to be a slam on Fuel. He's outplayed my ass on every occasion up until that one hand. I just had to see if my gut was right this one time.
Carson = I ran into a short stack and put him all-in, while I had a decent drawing hand. A drawing hand that ended up losing to QUADS !!!
The Worst Poker Player = When I reversed things and held the same pocket 10's that took me way down in chips on that last hand, of course I run into A-Q and lose my entire stack. As the deck managed to hit my opponents hand over and over again.
mookie = Knowing from experience that my friends would stick around and rail me to the end if I was still in, I was leaving the screen up and throwing in my 2 cents worth as needed in support. But I still wanted to play a little, rather than just rail. Having just read mookies recap from Wednesday night, I fired up two games and kept an eye on the Chasers tables as well. Miraculously, I cashed in both and made a few bucks on the night.
HOY = If you played against me last night, you'll just know by my bets exactly what this means. ;o)
Astin = Yes indeed! I had a run of card-rackedness that was almost Chef-boy-R-EH worthy. It was far too short to be fully worthy, but it was damn funny playing to people cheering "ELK-ELK-ELK-ELK" for a while there! Ah, good times.
Riggs = The words in the chat box read, "Phones on. Dial-a-shot me." I was out of 'the' game but still playing in the others. But when Al wants a dial-a-shot, I dropped what I was doing, grabbed the cell and a drink and found a quiet place to make the call. Funny that I felt the need to have some quiet around me, since I could barely hear Al with all the commotion coming from his local watering hole. But there I stood and even more important, the attempt was succesful. More good times! heh.
There were others as well but these were the real highlights of the gambit. It was an experiment of sorts, combining the booze and a few of my favorite personalities. I don't think I'll be trying it again in the too near future though. I read a quote from Rich Little once that went something like, "After trying to be other people all night. I need a little time to reflect on who the hell I am right now!" After last night, I think I know where he was coming from.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
It was really a lot of fun but I can tell you this much for certain, only some of the experiment actually worked in my favour. Other parts of it were so successful, that I may forget how to be me again if I don't revert back immediately and give myself a good scrub to boot!
Here's a short list of some of the impersonations I managed to pull off last night.
Al = I was definately in a "happy" place as far as the booze was concerned. I also occasionally let the bar maid determine the next course of action for my hand, as she was fascinated by all the commotion in the chat box. (she went 5 and 1 by the way)
Fuel = Although my friend Presto started the game pretty agro, I did my best to take it right back to him when I had the chance. Then we actually had one hand between us, that nearly went to a showdown. Having seen dozens of hands shown down in the past and knowing that Fuel probably has a note on me that say's "will fold on the river with applied pressure," I decided that a simple call when I finally rivered a pair would be sufficient. My studies told my gut I was good and I took it down like the true Donkey I am. This is in no way meant to be a slam on Fuel. He's outplayed my ass on every occasion up until that one hand. I just had to see if my gut was right this one time.
Carson = I ran into a short stack and put him all-in, while I had a decent drawing hand. A drawing hand that ended up losing to QUADS !!!
The Worst Poker Player = When I reversed things and held the same pocket 10's that took me way down in chips on that last hand, of course I run into A-Q and lose my entire stack. As the deck managed to hit my opponents hand over and over again.
mookie = Knowing from experience that my friends would stick around and rail me to the end if I was still in, I was leaving the screen up and throwing in my 2 cents worth as needed in support. But I still wanted to play a little, rather than just rail. Having just read mookies recap from Wednesday night, I fired up two games and kept an eye on the Chasers tables as well. Miraculously, I cashed in both and made a few bucks on the night.
HOY = If you played against me last night, you'll just know by my bets exactly what this means. ;o)
Astin = Yes indeed! I had a run of card-rackedness that was almost Chef-boy-R-EH worthy. It was far too short to be fully worthy, but it was damn funny playing to people cheering "ELK-ELK-ELK-ELK" for a while there! Ah, good times.
Riggs = The words in the chat box read, "Phones on. Dial-a-shot me." I was out of 'the' game but still playing in the others. But when Al wants a dial-a-shot, I dropped what I was doing, grabbed the cell and a drink and found a quiet place to make the call. Funny that I felt the need to have some quiet around me, since I could barely hear Al with all the commotion coming from his local watering hole. But there I stood and even more important, the attempt was succesful. More good times! heh.
There were others as well but these were the real highlights of the gambit. It was an experiment of sorts, combining the booze and a few of my favorite personalities. I don't think I'll be trying it again in the too near future though. I read a quote from Rich Little once that went something like, "After trying to be other people all night. I need a little time to reflect on who the hell I am right now!" After last night, I think I know where he was coming from.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
3/27/2008
And the survey say's.....
Let's start with a special news flash. ***I-am-not-a-geek***
Well, I almost lost Bedrock and it was looking pretty gloomy for a while there. But thankfully one of the kids that works on the floor here is in fact, one of the real deal geekster's. He managed to pull a miracle out of his ass and undo everything I had done to the page as I was "making some improvements."
The false sense of security I've managed to garner from doing a little more stuff here and there on the site, OBVIOUSLY was way more false, than secure. Good lord, I-am-so-not-a-geek ! (heh)
Anywho... A while back I received a comment from a good friend, who mentioned that they could only read here in Bedrock on plain old black & white Bloglines. The reason was simple, it may be a different looking site from almost all of the others out there, but it was just too hard on the eyes in the end. This friend also has impeccable taste IMHO and it's advice I knew I should to take to heart.
So I have been playing around with colour combinations, various other fonts and even a thing-a-ma-bob here and there, and I think I've found a happy medium. But then again, I really liked it before so what the hell do I know? After all, I am not the Tiger of style.
So now I ask for your opinions. Simple answers if you get time will do just fine.
Is this better, worse or you just don't care?
I take no offense honest! Just messin'round trying to learn what works and what doesn't. Since I need to resign to the fact that I'll never reach full geek'dem status, maybe I'll learn a thing or two about taste and design! You never know.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Well, I almost lost Bedrock and it was looking pretty gloomy for a while there. But thankfully one of the kids that works on the floor here is in fact, one of the real deal geekster's. He managed to pull a miracle out of his ass and undo everything I had done to the page as I was "making some improvements."
The false sense of security I've managed to garner from doing a little more stuff here and there on the site, OBVIOUSLY was way more false, than secure. Good lord, I-am-so-not-a-geek ! (heh)
Anywho... A while back I received a comment from a good friend, who mentioned that they could only read here in Bedrock on plain old black & white Bloglines. The reason was simple, it may be a different looking site from almost all of the others out there, but it was just too hard on the eyes in the end. This friend also has impeccable taste IMHO and it's advice I knew I should to take to heart.
So I have been playing around with colour combinations, various other fonts and even a thing-a-ma-bob here and there, and I think I've found a happy medium. But then again, I really liked it before so what the hell do I know? After all, I am not the Tiger of style.
So now I ask for your opinions. Simple answers if you get time will do just fine.
Is this better, worse or you just don't care?
I take no offense honest! Just messin'round trying to learn what works and what doesn't. Since I need to resign to the fact that I'll never reach full geek'dem status, maybe I'll learn a thing or two about taste and design! You never know.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
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