PokerStars Game #4763780697: Tournament #23821248, $6.00+$0.50 Hold'em No Limit - Level IV (50/100) - 2006/04/27 - 21:03:49 (ET)
Table '23821248 1' 9-max Seat #3 is the button
Seat 1: blackeleven (1170 in chips)
Seat 2: pepperlehr (2040 in chips)
Seat 3: hakatak (2340 in chips)
Seat 4: bettingman00 (1315 in chips)
Seat 5: beans09 wsp (1045 in chips)
Seat 6: Guinnessd (2690 in chips)
Seat 8: FASTed101 (1640 in chips)
Seat 9: canucmyhand (1260 in chips)
bettingman00: posts small blind 50
beans09 wsp: posts big blind 100
*** HOLE CARDS ***
Dealt to hakatak [Ac Ah]
Guinnessd: folds
FASTed101: calls 100
canucmyhand: folds
blackeleven: folds
pepperlehr: calls 100
hakatak: raises 200 to 300
bettingman00: folds
beans09 wsp: calls 200
FASTed101: calls 200
pepperlehr: folds
*** FLOP *** [Js Jd Ad]
beans09 wsp: checks
FASTed101: checks
hakatak: checks
*** TURN *** [Js Jd Ad] [6s]
beans09 wsp: checks
FASTed101: bets 100
hakatak: calls 100
beans09 wsp: calls 100
*** RIVER *** [Js Jd Ad 6s] [6d]
beans09 wsp: checks
FASTed101: bets 700
hakatak: raises 700 to 1400
beans09 wsp: folds
FASTed101: calls 540 and is all-in
*** SHOW DOWN ***
hakatak: shows [Ac Ah] (a full house, Aces full of Jacks)
FASTed101: shows [6c 6h] (four of a kind, Sixes)
FASTed101 collected 3830 from pot
hakatak said, "omfg"
hakatak said, "nh"
I never WIN hands that way.
and then the rest of the table berated me for slowplaying. as though I should be trying to prevent 45:1 underdogs from sucking out on me.
April 27, 2006
April 22, 2006
i just wanna break you down so badly
in the worst way
I just downloaded the new Taking Back Sunday album.
it doesn't come out until Tuesday.
I pwn.
I just downloaded the new Taking Back Sunday album.
it doesn't come out until Tuesday.
I pwn.
April 20, 2006
April 17, 2006
it's fun to dream
adanthar, fellow 2+2er and poker savant, won the pokerstars $1,000,000 guaranteed.
dusty placed 12th in a $22 180-man SNG, the highlight of which were 30 starstruck minutes playing against Indyguy28.
americans got sick of the president and his criminal cronies lying, killing their families and friends, and stealing their money.
and graduating from college was no longer the only magical ticket to being successful in american life.
it was a good day.
and tomorrow will be better.
dusty placed 12th in a $22 180-man SNG, the highlight of which were 30 starstruck minutes playing against Indyguy28.
americans got sick of the president and his criminal cronies lying, killing their families and friends, and stealing their money.
and graduating from college was no longer the only magical ticket to being successful in american life.
it was a good day.
and tomorrow will be better.
April 16, 2006
omgwtfpwnd
happy easter
thanks, Paul, for the link. lol!
second hand reports are always unreliable
So all sorts of people from about town have been offering different opinions on the state of the disc golf course at Lincoln Park; yesterday, Derek and I went to check it out. So far, the front nine holes remain completely underwater, and the water is so high that I had to carefully drive off to the right on #10 so my disc didn't go in the river. The back nine holes were in various states of spongy and muddy; 10 was mostly dry, 17 and 18 were somewhat dry, and the rest had a layer of slippery mud coating them. 14 (the long one) had standing water in the middle of the fairway, and 16 was incredibly slick around the pin, so we skipped those two. The course will not really be playable for another week yet.
sign-adjusting hilarity
Seen on the AmericInn sign at 17th Ave. and Columbia Rd., at about 4 am:
THERE THERE
I SPANK LIL
WANT TO BE
A WHORE
omgwtflolbbq.
go twins
Minnesota bitch-slaps the Yankees... barely. I will be watching today's game for sure. It's been a great series so far.
thanks, Paul, for the link. lol!
second hand reports are always unreliable
So all sorts of people from about town have been offering different opinions on the state of the disc golf course at Lincoln Park; yesterday, Derek and I went to check it out. So far, the front nine holes remain completely underwater, and the water is so high that I had to carefully drive off to the right on #10 so my disc didn't go in the river. The back nine holes were in various states of spongy and muddy; 10 was mostly dry, 17 and 18 were somewhat dry, and the rest had a layer of slippery mud coating them. 14 (the long one) had standing water in the middle of the fairway, and 16 was incredibly slick around the pin, so we skipped those two. The course will not really be playable for another week yet.
sign-adjusting hilarity
Seen on the AmericInn sign at 17th Ave. and Columbia Rd., at about 4 am:
THERE THERE
I SPANK LIL
WANT TO BE
A WHORE
omgwtflolbbq.
go twins
Minnesota bitch-slaps the Yankees... barely. I will be watching today's game for sure. It's been a great series so far.
April 15, 2006
sunny and 70 degrees
good times
Yesterday was probably the worst day I've ever worked at BWW. We were incredibly busy, and a little short-staffed. To make matters worst of all, I woke up with a bizarre, nagging pain on the left side of my back. It would go from maybe a 2 or 3 on the Wong-Baker scale at rest to a 4 or 5 when I bent my arm, took a deep breath, turned my torso, tried to lift something, or tried to walk... basically, whenever I moved. I couldn't leave work early, because we were too far behind as it was, and nobody wanted to come in to finish my shift, so I had to work the first two-thirds of my heinously-busy day in intense pain, which made me a little cranky. Luckily, it went away by afternoon, and with it the fears that I was coming down with the cancer.
Last night, save for 20 intensely windy and rainy minutes, the weather was absolutely perfect. I chose to take advantage by having a few friends over to grill; the roommates are all home for Easter, so I had the house to myself. It was a veritable festival of testosterone; we shot the air rifle, sparred, built a fire, and ate lots of charred meat. An excellent time was had by all.
Today, BWW was as low-key and relaxing as yesterday was painful and stressful. We had an extra cashier training with us, and she's simultaneously cute, smart, and willing to do whatever nobody else wants to. The day was made all the sweeter by the comfort of the upcoming two days off. I look forward to sleeping out of spite in the morning. The weather was equally nice this evening, as I puttered around the yard picking up beer cans and shooting them off the picnic table. The scope on Travis's air rifle, which I had previously thought was useless, is actually most excellent, and I fancied myself a professional sniper as I lay prone beneath a tree in the backyard, picking off stationary beer cans from 20 feet away.
poker stuff
I meant to go out tonight, but instead ended up playing $10.50 heads-up tournaments on PokerStars. This was my first time playing them as anything other than a distraction, and I got the idea after reading a couple of articles that were linked to from 2+2. I'll post links next time, as there are a couple of things I'd like to discuss in them. My first impression: totally freakin' awesome. I went on a nice little heater, winning 7 in a row before finally running into someone that knew how to play heads-up poker, tilting immediately, and losing before level 3.
I like being able to intimately know my opponent; in a normal sit 'n go, I don't spend much time worrying about each individual player, as I'm usually 4-tabling, and there's no way to tell who will make it to the bubble, where reads really come in handy. In "match play," as it's known, the beginning of the game provides a nice place to feel out your victim and play some cheap, speculative hands (1500 chips, blinds start at 10/20 and go up every 10 minutes). I also like that if you get lucky, and/or if your opponent is really terrible, you can be counting his money after 5 minutes of play (ex. I flopped top two pair during Level 1, and my opponent flopped bottom two... he was, shall we say, a little disappointed).
It's much harder to autopilot; in fact, it's impossible. I tried two-tabling the heads-up games and hated it; there's too much detail, and the hands come too fast. Playing so many hands gives you the opportunity to really fine-tune your game; just tonight in five hours of play, I learned a little bit more about how to effectively change up your style when the game situation changes, or when your opponent starts catching on to your bullshit.
There's another poker blog to add to the list... the best information here is contained in the last post, where we learn as much as we want about ICM, the Independent Chip Model. Long story short, it's a way to figure out how much of the prize pool you have in front of you when you really just have a stack of tournament chips, and it gives you a way to think about how much equity you stand to gain or lose when you make move X. Anyhoo, here it is.
Yesterday was probably the worst day I've ever worked at BWW. We were incredibly busy, and a little short-staffed. To make matters worst of all, I woke up with a bizarre, nagging pain on the left side of my back. It would go from maybe a 2 or 3 on the Wong-Baker scale at rest to a 4 or 5 when I bent my arm, took a deep breath, turned my torso, tried to lift something, or tried to walk... basically, whenever I moved. I couldn't leave work early, because we were too far behind as it was, and nobody wanted to come in to finish my shift, so I had to work the first two-thirds of my heinously-busy day in intense pain, which made me a little cranky. Luckily, it went away by afternoon, and with it the fears that I was coming down with the cancer.
Last night, save for 20 intensely windy and rainy minutes, the weather was absolutely perfect. I chose to take advantage by having a few friends over to grill; the roommates are all home for Easter, so I had the house to myself. It was a veritable festival of testosterone; we shot the air rifle, sparred, built a fire, and ate lots of charred meat. An excellent time was had by all.
Today, BWW was as low-key and relaxing as yesterday was painful and stressful. We had an extra cashier training with us, and she's simultaneously cute, smart, and willing to do whatever nobody else wants to. The day was made all the sweeter by the comfort of the upcoming two days off. I look forward to sleeping out of spite in the morning. The weather was equally nice this evening, as I puttered around the yard picking up beer cans and shooting them off the picnic table. The scope on Travis's air rifle, which I had previously thought was useless, is actually most excellent, and I fancied myself a professional sniper as I lay prone beneath a tree in the backyard, picking off stationary beer cans from 20 feet away.
poker stuff
I meant to go out tonight, but instead ended up playing $10.50 heads-up tournaments on PokerStars. This was my first time playing them as anything other than a distraction, and I got the idea after reading a couple of articles that were linked to from 2+2. I'll post links next time, as there are a couple of things I'd like to discuss in them. My first impression: totally freakin' awesome. I went on a nice little heater, winning 7 in a row before finally running into someone that knew how to play heads-up poker, tilting immediately, and losing before level 3.
I like being able to intimately know my opponent; in a normal sit 'n go, I don't spend much time worrying about each individual player, as I'm usually 4-tabling, and there's no way to tell who will make it to the bubble, where reads really come in handy. In "match play," as it's known, the beginning of the game provides a nice place to feel out your victim and play some cheap, speculative hands (1500 chips, blinds start at 10/20 and go up every 10 minutes). I also like that if you get lucky, and/or if your opponent is really terrible, you can be counting his money after 5 minutes of play (ex. I flopped top two pair during Level 1, and my opponent flopped bottom two... he was, shall we say, a little disappointed).
It's much harder to autopilot; in fact, it's impossible. I tried two-tabling the heads-up games and hated it; there's too much detail, and the hands come too fast. Playing so many hands gives you the opportunity to really fine-tune your game; just tonight in five hours of play, I learned a little bit more about how to effectively change up your style when the game situation changes, or when your opponent starts catching on to your bullshit.
There's another poker blog to add to the list... the best information here is contained in the last post, where we learn as much as we want about ICM, the Independent Chip Model. Long story short, it's a way to figure out how much of the prize pool you have in front of you when you really just have a stack of tournament chips, and it gives you a way to think about how much equity you stand to gain or lose when you make move X. Anyhoo, here it is.
April 12, 2006
perhaps the noid should have avoided me
all in
I played a couple of satellites for the Heartland Poker Tour in TRF over the weekend. (sorry, derek. it would have been -ev for me to bring you along, as they only ran one at a time.) I have never seen a game with worse blind structure.
winner-take-all
1500 chips
blinds start at 25/50
blinds double (not increase, double) every 10 min.
the dealer has one deck, and uses the same three-stage shuffle he uses at the cash game
...so at each level, you play about six hands. it's like a super-crazy-luckbox turbo. I'm accustomed to playing online turbo games, but this was just nuts. I'd taken one guy down with AK when I pushed preflop and he called with JT; the board missed us both. I pushed with QQ a few minutes later, five handed, and knocked out two other players, one with AT and the other with 88. Later, I folded KQ behind the chip leader's push and another player's call, only to see the three cards that would have made my A-high flush fall. I folded a ton of crap hands near the end, leaving me severely short-stacked and simultaneously allowing me to survive to heads-up.... with a 3:1 chip disadvantage. with the blinds at 400/800, I lasted about three hands. bleh.
luckily, I recouped my $50 loss several times over at the cash game over the next two days, with the highlight being a fairly suspicious SB limp with 35 suited that gave me a straight on the turn, and a blank river card that let me extort a capped round from two players who had flopped 3 of a kind. (final pot: somewhere in the neighborhood of $300, probably the biggest I've ever won)
signs of spring
the weather has been remarkably pleasant the last couple of days. unfortunately, the river is still quite high (receding, now; the point bridge remains closed, but the city reopened the sorlie bridge today. it was sorlie needed, as traffic was getting pretty awful on gateway drive. har har har.); as a result, the disc golf course at lincoln park remains underwater. too bad. what's almost worse is the inevitable coat of flood mud that will remain for weeks after the river's eventual return to its banks.
home for easter
everyone at the house is going home for easter. except me, of course; I am home. most people at BWW are going home for easter, too; somehow, i still got the entire weekend off. i'm looking forward to doing .... nothing. heh. that's not true; there's a local poker tournament going off on saturday, with a $120 buy-in, sponsored by the convention and visitors bureau. they're running $15 satellites at a bar the rest of the week, and unless they're equally ridiculous, I plan to qualify for saturday's game by playing a few until I win. wish me luck.
I played a couple of satellites for the Heartland Poker Tour in TRF over the weekend. (sorry, derek. it would have been -ev for me to bring you along, as they only ran one at a time.) I have never seen a game with worse blind structure.
winner-take-all
1500 chips
blinds start at 25/50
blinds double (not increase, double) every 10 min.
the dealer has one deck, and uses the same three-stage shuffle he uses at the cash game
...so at each level, you play about six hands. it's like a super-crazy-luckbox turbo. I'm accustomed to playing online turbo games, but this was just nuts. I'd taken one guy down with AK when I pushed preflop and he called with JT; the board missed us both. I pushed with QQ a few minutes later, five handed, and knocked out two other players, one with AT and the other with 88. Later, I folded KQ behind the chip leader's push and another player's call, only to see the three cards that would have made my A-high flush fall. I folded a ton of crap hands near the end, leaving me severely short-stacked and simultaneously allowing me to survive to heads-up.... with a 3:1 chip disadvantage. with the blinds at 400/800, I lasted about three hands. bleh.
luckily, I recouped my $50 loss several times over at the cash game over the next two days, with the highlight being a fairly suspicious SB limp with 35 suited that gave me a straight on the turn, and a blank river card that let me extort a capped round from two players who had flopped 3 of a kind. (final pot: somewhere in the neighborhood of $300, probably the biggest I've ever won)
signs of spring
the weather has been remarkably pleasant the last couple of days. unfortunately, the river is still quite high (receding, now; the point bridge remains closed, but the city reopened the sorlie bridge today. it was sorlie needed, as traffic was getting pretty awful on gateway drive. har har har.); as a result, the disc golf course at lincoln park remains underwater. too bad. what's almost worse is the inevitable coat of flood mud that will remain for weeks after the river's eventual return to its banks.
home for easter
everyone at the house is going home for easter. except me, of course; I am home. most people at BWW are going home for easter, too; somehow, i still got the entire weekend off. i'm looking forward to doing .... nothing. heh. that's not true; there's a local poker tournament going off on saturday, with a $120 buy-in, sponsored by the convention and visitors bureau. they're running $15 satellites at a bar the rest of the week, and unless they're equally ridiculous, I plan to qualify for saturday's game by playing a few until I win. wish me luck.
April 5, 2006
it sounds gay, but it's really not
i know an awful lot of people.
of all those people, there are hardly any more alike than derek and myself. aside from derek being smarter than me, that is. (an unfamiliar feeling, for certain)
either way, no single person's foray into the "Web 2.0" has merited an introduction from a blog (that nobody reads) like this person's has.
Welcome to the blogosphere, Derek.
of all those people, there are hardly any more alike than derek and myself. aside from derek being smarter than me, that is. (an unfamiliar feeling, for certain)
either way, no single person's foray into the "Web 2.0" has merited an introduction from a blog (that nobody reads) like this person's has.
Welcome to the blogosphere, Derek.
April 3, 2006
eric gerlitz: 1975-1999
to eric, with swcc:
I wish you could have seen the advances they've made in treating cancer in the last seven years. i don't know if it would have helped. Your website has been taken over by squatters that have exploited your most popular search terms. Gerlitz.com now sells 'virus' sneakers. Despite that, though, a Google search for 'eric gerlitz' leads to three pages of your personal war against email virus hoaxes... some in other languages (particularly German....heheheheheh). You clearly had an impact on both the corporate and academic worlds when you posted that simple little page about how it was all a lie. I think you would have wanted it this way, too -- not for people to immediately find out that you had died, or where you were buried... but for everyone to see the truth... for everyone to talk about what you wanted to do to help protect the Internet.
thank you for introducing me to a style of music that was just finding its feet when you got sick. there is one mix in particular that i wanted to play for you. even people that can't dance love it. your advice/gentle prodding made me seek out and groove (in private) to a sound that is still new and dangerous to most of the people that surround me. eminem says that nobody listens to techno, but we both know he's wrong. I wish I could take you for a cruise down some scary dirt road, making it seem like I didn't know how to drive stick, and then almost wreck your car again. (every time i see a blue plymouth hatchback, I check to make sure you're not just super-incognito.) I wanted you to hear taking back sunday. i think it would have really grown on you, like it did on me.
you were 24. I'm 24 now. part of me is glad that you're not here to see the colossal mess my life has become. let's just say that there would be no internet memorial for me. i know you would still be proud of me, though. thanks for everything. + i miss you.
rule #0: we don't always get what we want.
rule #1: kein mehr lügen.
I wish you could have seen the advances they've made in treating cancer in the last seven years. i don't know if it would have helped. Your website has been taken over by squatters that have exploited your most popular search terms. Gerlitz.com now sells 'virus' sneakers. Despite that, though, a Google search for 'eric gerlitz' leads to three pages of your personal war against email virus hoaxes... some in other languages (particularly German....heheheheheh). You clearly had an impact on both the corporate and academic worlds when you posted that simple little page about how it was all a lie. I think you would have wanted it this way, too -- not for people to immediately find out that you had died, or where you were buried... but for everyone to see the truth... for everyone to talk about what you wanted to do to help protect the Internet.
thank you for introducing me to a style of music that was just finding its feet when you got sick. there is one mix in particular that i wanted to play for you. even people that can't dance love it. your advice/gentle prodding made me seek out and groove (in private) to a sound that is still new and dangerous to most of the people that surround me. eminem says that nobody listens to techno, but we both know he's wrong. I wish I could take you for a cruise down some scary dirt road, making it seem like I didn't know how to drive stick, and then almost wreck your car again. (every time i see a blue plymouth hatchback, I check to make sure you're not just super-incognito.) I wanted you to hear taking back sunday. i think it would have really grown on you, like it did on me.
you were 24. I'm 24 now. part of me is glad that you're not here to see the colossal mess my life has become. let's just say that there would be no internet memorial for me. i know you would still be proud of me, though. thanks for everything. + i miss you.
rule #0: we don't always get what we want.
rule #1: kein mehr lügen.
April 2, 2006
04.02
for the last time
my last name is O'Connell.
See this thing, right here?: '
that is an APOSTROPHE. I don't know why my name has one, but it does. Please don't leave it out, because that makes it a big pain in the ass when I'm on the phone with customer service and they can't find any of my information. Please use a computer system that understands apostrophes on its forms, because it is tremendously frustrating for the less-technologically-inclined members of my family when forms on the Web return as invalid because they're not smart enough to understand names with extra punctuation in them. MOST OF ALL....
It is not a semicolon. THIS is a semicolon: ;
It is not a comma. THIS is a comma: ,
It is not a hyphen. THIS is a hyphen: -
It is not a tilde. THIS is a tilde: ~ (if your puny brain can even pronounce the word tilde, you should know what it is, and therefore, that it is definitely not that thing in my name. seriously, wtf @ you?)
Please do not call my apostrophe a semicolon, a comma, or a hyphen. It's a little less insulting when you call it "one of those..." and trail off, leaving me to say the word 'apostrophe.' I realize that it's a naming convention used only by the Irish and the Klingons, and I also realize that I am neither. Unfortunately, I'm just not the kind of person that is going to change my name because you failed grammar in 9th grade and they let you graduate anyway, just to get rid of you. (don't worry, that's how I graduated, too. but I didn't fail grammar.)
For God's sake, people. Come on. I mean.... seriously. Come on.
And to everyone that's ever filled out a form with my name, included the apostrophe, and capitalized the second letter of my last name... THANK YOU. Your attention to detail is greatly appreciated, and you probably deserve more money than you're making. I'd tip you, but I'm poor.
i live to serve
Today at BWW, bringing food to table of 3 middle-aged men:
me: Can I get you guys anything else right now?
them: Some women would be nice.
me: Well, we have plenty, but they're not for sale.
them: Oh. Well, we'll just take some young boys, then.
me: LOL!!!
pwnd in the face
'pwn3d' is the only 1337 phrase i've ever used with any seriousness. I like it. when I say it, particularly among people that don't know me particularly well or are not geeks, I just say 'owned,' but in my head it looks like 'pwn3d.' We may be nearing common acceptance of the word pwn3d... after all, it was in Newsweek this week. No joke. It was a multiple-choice answer to a question on a quiz of how geeky you are. (marvel at my precise use of prepositions!!! 3ngl15h m4j0rz ph33r my g33k gr33k!! PWNT IN T3H F4C3!!!!!) I scored right in the middle of the geek scale, and I would have been an uber-geek if I'd lied and said I once set up a *nix box, or if I'd lied and said I liked Battlestar Galactica. (PWN3D!!!)
flood of 97 redux
"48 feet, eh? heard that one before..." - Paul
Sometime Thursday night, the sump pump in our basement quit doing the one thing it absolutely must do: pump water from the well. Friday morning, we awoke to pools of water in the basement and soaked carpets from wall to wall. So, Friday night, we did what any homeowner would do... bought some cheap beer, tore up the carpet, threw out the waterlogged padding (HEAVY), shop-vacced, put the carpet back down, and strategically placed air movers around the basement to clear the moisture from the carpet. The bedroom carpet is too thick, and had to be placed on our driveway to dry. Oh, and once we did all that, we stayed up until 5am and drank most of the beer.
The smell, of course, brought back memories. Hopefully, the river will remain within its banks. Hopefully, the new fancy-pants dike system will help keep it there. Hopefully I don't get to wield a sledgehammer and power-washer all summer. If I wanted to do that, I'd go to New Orleans.
insert four words here
new taking back sunday album drops on 4/25. hit my myspace page to hear the first single. man, I can hardly wait. I wish they would tour up this way. check it out. they rock.
my last name is O'Connell.
See this thing, right here?: '
that is an APOSTROPHE. I don't know why my name has one, but it does. Please don't leave it out, because that makes it a big pain in the ass when I'm on the phone with customer service and they can't find any of my information. Please use a computer system that understands apostrophes on its forms, because it is tremendously frustrating for the less-technologically-inclined members of my family when forms on the Web return as invalid because they're not smart enough to understand names with extra punctuation in them. MOST OF ALL....
It is not a semicolon. THIS is a semicolon: ;
It is not a comma. THIS is a comma: ,
It is not a hyphen. THIS is a hyphen: -
It is not a tilde. THIS is a tilde: ~ (if your puny brain can even pronounce the word tilde, you should know what it is, and therefore, that it is definitely not that thing in my name. seriously, wtf @ you?)
Please do not call my apostrophe a semicolon, a comma, or a hyphen. It's a little less insulting when you call it "one of those..." and trail off, leaving me to say the word 'apostrophe.' I realize that it's a naming convention used only by the Irish and the Klingons, and I also realize that I am neither. Unfortunately, I'm just not the kind of person that is going to change my name because you failed grammar in 9th grade and they let you graduate anyway, just to get rid of you. (don't worry, that's how I graduated, too. but I didn't fail grammar.)
For God's sake, people. Come on. I mean.... seriously. Come on.
And to everyone that's ever filled out a form with my name, included the apostrophe, and capitalized the second letter of my last name... THANK YOU. Your attention to detail is greatly appreciated, and you probably deserve more money than you're making. I'd tip you, but I'm poor.
i live to serve
Today at BWW, bringing food to table of 3 middle-aged men:
me: Can I get you guys anything else right now?
them: Some women would be nice.
me: Well, we have plenty, but they're not for sale.
them: Oh. Well, we'll just take some young boys, then.
me: LOL!!!
pwnd in the face
'pwn3d' is the only 1337 phrase i've ever used with any seriousness. I like it. when I say it, particularly among people that don't know me particularly well or are not geeks, I just say 'owned,' but in my head it looks like 'pwn3d.' We may be nearing common acceptance of the word pwn3d... after all, it was in Newsweek this week. No joke. It was a multiple-choice answer to a question on a quiz of how geeky you are. (marvel at my precise use of prepositions!!! 3ngl15h m4j0rz ph33r my g33k gr33k!! PWNT IN T3H F4C3!!!!!) I scored right in the middle of the geek scale, and I would have been an uber-geek if I'd lied and said I once set up a *nix box, or if I'd lied and said I liked Battlestar Galactica. (PWN3D!!!)
flood of 97 redux
"48 feet, eh? heard that one before..." - Paul
Sometime Thursday night, the sump pump in our basement quit doing the one thing it absolutely must do: pump water from the well. Friday morning, we awoke to pools of water in the basement and soaked carpets from wall to wall. So, Friday night, we did what any homeowner would do... bought some cheap beer, tore up the carpet, threw out the waterlogged padding (HEAVY), shop-vacced, put the carpet back down, and strategically placed air movers around the basement to clear the moisture from the carpet. The bedroom carpet is too thick, and had to be placed on our driveway to dry. Oh, and once we did all that, we stayed up until 5am and drank most of the beer.
The smell, of course, brought back memories. Hopefully, the river will remain within its banks. Hopefully, the new fancy-pants dike system will help keep it there. Hopefully I don't get to wield a sledgehammer and power-washer all summer. If I wanted to do that, I'd go to New Orleans.
insert four words here
new taking back sunday album drops on 4/25. hit my myspace page to hear the first single. man, I can hardly wait. I wish they would tour up this way. check it out. they rock.
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