12.01.07 -
Only for the Godless
Thursday night I got my ass kicked again in
the Battle of the
Blogger Tournaments. I'm officially renaming it, Battle of
the Poker Bloggers Who Stab You In The Heart, Albeit Gently
And Not Necessarily with Malice, But Stab You Nevertheless,
Repeatedly And Deeply, Demonstrating To The Entire Internet That
You Are A Sub-Par Player And Probably, No, Absolutely Have No
Business Playing The Game.
I don't think Al
will go for the name change this late in the series though.
Maybe next time.
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Thanks to all who not only submitted names for
the new kitties, but who as an extra added bonus, provided
advice on how to ease the flying experience. (If I didn't have
anxiety about taking anti-anxiety medication, I'd try the Xanax Solution, but I think I'll
attempt a combined strategy of the double-shot
in the airport bar before boarding, and then pre-ordering when
the flight attendant makes his or her rounds. Years ago, when
flying really bothered me, I would tearfully mention my fears
before take off. This frequently resulted in a palmed tiny
bottle of vodka or two as a sympathetic attendant passed by
again while closing the overhead compartments. Best kept airline
secret ever.)
But kitties! They are still nameless.
Currently, there are two runners up. In no particular order,
they are:
KuroKitty
with Pai Gow and Fortune Bonus
Bacon
Bikini Mary with Bubble and Squeak
I'm pretty sure you can't top those, but if
you dare to dream, send your suggestions to namethatkitty at
sheverb dot com.

Gary Cox
wins the bonus Flight Advice Award. He and his lovely wife
will receive an undisclosed number of Jack and Cokes in Vegas.
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And now, here's the Godless rambling part.
If you should receive an invite, and no matter how
much you might enjoy the company of those requesting your
presence,
do not go see August Rush.
It is the worst motion picture ever made
in the history of the world.
Someone you know to have questionable
taste will likely rave about it (as they surely did about
Titanic and Mr. Holland's Opus), but do not entertain them. Cut
them off at once should they ever bring it up. Simply
discussing this film will stain whatever shred of dignity
and common sense that may lie in your Godless heart.
It has been four hours since my viewing and I still have
the urge to soak my brain in bleach. I wish I had taken a
rohypnol/ketamine cocktail before entering the theater this
evening so as to wipe my memory clean of this abomination.
Heed my warning.
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