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| | Cat vs Rat | | | Friday, September 19, 2008 (5:42 PM)
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| | Poker Night - Quads | | | | Saturday, August 30, 2008 (7:50 PM) | |
So there I am at my table. There were 8 of us to start with. About half an hour later; we were down to 6 people left. I'm catching some good enough enough hands; winning a pot here and there. About ten minutes later we start another hand. This time I'm on the big blind; meaning I have chips in the pot and I'm last to act before the flop. There are three of us in the hand pre-flop. I have a King/three off suit in my hand. No one raises, so I check the blind. Here comes the flop:
K - K - K
I flopped 4 Kings. Yeah, it was kinda neat. The next round of betting started. The little blind to my right went "all-in". He pushed all of his chips to the center of the table. Concidering the size of the large bet he made, he either wanted to make us think he had that fourth King or a high pocket pair, making him a full house. I called his raise. The third player dropped out and threw in his cards. We turned over our cards. I had Quads. The other player who raised on me threw his card into the muck. I made some descent money off that hand. | | | | 105 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | Isaac Hayes - Dead at 65 | | | | Sunday, August 10, 2008 (4:35 PM) | | Today we've lost another great. Isaac died Sunday night.
A few facts about Hayes:
Hayes was born in 1942 in a tin shack in Covington, Tenn., about 40 miles north of Memphis. He was raised by his maternal grandparents after his mother died and his father took off when he was 1 1/2. The family moved to Memphis when he was 6.
A self-taught musician, he was hired in 1964 by Stax Records of Memphis as a backup pianist, working as a session musician for Otis Redding and others. He also played saxophone.
Hayes was elected to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2002.
Rest in peace Isaac
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| | Rescuing a new born | | | | Friday, August 1, 2008 (5:30 PM) | |
Well, I had just finished having lunch with some friends at a spot downtown. We were leaving out the backdoor headed to our car that was parked on the direct right. Nothing on the left but the back of the restaurant but a maintenance room and rafters above. I don't know why, but I felt compelled to look to the ground in that direction. There was something out of the ordinary that I had to kind of skrinch my eyes to identify. Standing there on the ground was a baby sparrow. Ussually birds are always highly alert and dart when a person gets too close. This one just stood there. I drew closer and picked him up. Upon closer examination; I saw he had all of his feathers, but also a puffed-up, swollen eye.
Well being the softie I am, I knew I was going to have to take him with me and try to get him in better health. The alternative was leaving him there for to get stepped on or eaten by a stray cat, which I've seen happen.
So, I find a little box, stow him in it, head home.
When I get home, I line the box with some paper towels, and put a sock in there for him to bundle up in. He immidiately heads for it and gets comfy.
I make some calls. The humane society tells me the names of some people who give advice and medical knowledge with baby sparrows. The first person gives me some good info after I tell them the condition of the bird. Turns out the bird's eye has some microscopic bugs on it. Typical of new born birds. They're too small for the birds to get out themselves. She say's the mother probably kicked him out of the nest because of it. She say's the bird needs a dose of "Iverpectim" to clear it up, not to mention special food.
So I head for the pet vet near my place without the bird. Wouldn't have made a difference. When I get there, they tell me they would have refused to see the bird anyway since it was a sparrow. Weird rule; but alright. I then ask if they can just sell me the Iverpectim. They say no; they have to see the bird, exam him, and apply it themselves. So it turns out they won't see the bird, medicate him, or sell me the medicine. I just buy the special food he needs and leave.
It was a powdery mix of food that had to be mixed with warm water and fed to the bird through a small plastic syrenge. I had to pry open his beek with a small dull toothpick with one hand, drop the food via syrenge with the other. About 4 feedings a day.
I call around and eventually find someone to treat the bird for free with the meds.
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His eye cleared up good. The next day I found a shelter who would take care of the little guy and set him free once he was healthy-
I concidered keeping the little guy, but too busy with college to give him all the proper time.
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| | Poker Night - Straight flush draw... | | | | Wednesday, July 30, 2008 (1:07 AM) | |
Played a poker game last night. It was sponsored by Coors; meaning it was tight. There was a Coors girl handing out free beer, prizes and free food; the works. It was a Texas Hold em' game on base. This was a semi-monthly tournament. There were about 65 people or so in the running. I was catching descent enough cards in the first round; pocket 7's, Ace/King, King/Jack suited, and pocket Queens to name a few hands. I didn't make too many bluffs; just 1 or 2 to scoop some blinds.
As people started going out though, the cards kind of thinned out; wasn't catching much. I did manage to double up once more on two pairs; Kings and dueces, but not too much after that.
By this point there were only about 11 people left. One more person needed to go out, and then they would have enough to start the final table. One goes out on the other table; I'm in the top 10. The grand prize was a trip for 2 down to a ranch; the prize included meals, horseback riding and a tour of the valley around it. Didn't care too much for that prize, but I'd take whatever I won. Two more people go out. With each person out, the prizes for the next out gets better.
The moment comes. I'm the big blind and I have all but 300 of my chips in the 2,000 blind. I get dealt Ace/5 of clubs. A suited hand. No one raises, I check the blind. Here comes the flop, (first 3 of 5 cards to come), 2 and 3 of clubs, and an 8 of diamonds. I now have a straight draw, flush draw, and straight flush draw. The little blind checks, it comes to me. I raise all-in with my remaining 300 chips. I have two callers; The first raises 6,000 chips, another calls, the rest fold their hands. The guy who raised to 6,000 put down his cards. He had an Ace/8 off-suit, the other guy had pocket Kings. I put down my Ace/5 of clubs revealing my flush. straight. straight flush draw. I felt pretty good about it. Sadly to say I didn't catch a 4 or any club to make me the flush. The guy with Ace/8 ends up making trip 8's and wins the hand.
It was a beautiful hand and flop, but that's about as far as it went. Great game though; I won a $50 gift card. | | | | 93 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | Gecko's revenge | | | Tuesday, July 29, 2008 (9:18 PM)
(I'm feeling amused) | |
Yesterday, a buddy and I traveled out to Waimanalo around 10 am to check out out a 2001 vette for sale that he was interested in. It was about a 35 minute trip. Lots of country veiw along the way. In the car; George, myself, and his girlfriend Tiff. It's a hot day. The three of us were all wearing shorts.
Well, we get there and park near this very nice, lush condo. It's gated with a guard and a gatehouse. George calls the woman selling the vette and she says she'll drive the car around out front to meet us at the gate's entrance since all of the visitor parking is full up. A little description on the area outside the gate; Lots of plant life. Ferns, trees, cactus, etc.
So we park. The vette rolls out of the gate a minute later. It's a beautiful tomato red with tinted windows. George looks impressed. He goes over and the owner and him get to chatting about the car for some time before taking it for a test drive. Tiff and I stay behind. She's in the drivers seat with the window down an the door cracked, her leg left leg dangling over the curb, I'm in the back.
A few minutes later Tiff screams bloody murder and hoists her leg back into the car. "What!?", I yell.
"A lizard crawled up my leg!" I laughed my ass off, naturally. A few seconds pass and she yells, "There he is! He's staring at me." I turn and look out my window. There is indeed a large, fully grown gecko staring out at her from the ground. Total width, tail included, about 5 inches. She slammed the door shut and rolled the window up halfway. I proceed to laugh my ass off again. Suddenly the lizard, with amazing agility I might add, bolts up the trunk of a tree about 2 feet from the drivers side seat where Tiff was sitting until he and Tiff are both eye-level. Tiff's jaw drops and she looks kinda frozen. "Oh my god, Look at him...." She sputters. Suddenly the gecko's throut sack puffs out like a baloon into an exhuberent speckled red, looking like a strawberry. Suddenly it starts an epileptic convulsion with it's throat inflated. It looked like it was pretty much declaring war. Lol. For the next 15 minutes Tiff and the gecko satred back and forth, eye to eye, frozen. I sat back and enjoyed the free show...
Lol
A little description on these local gecko's; They have chameleon properties and are very aggressive. They are not above fighting, killing, and eating fellow gecko's. | | | | 107 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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