ahh the post dreams are made of
I did have a post, it was a pretty post, it was full of info and amusing tidbit tales about my exploits during the week, and my cat’s exploits at his Vet surgery. It died, so now, here is V2.0 - it might be better, but like all sequels, the judging is in the implentation and style, here’s hoping.
Let’s talk about BC. At the Vet surgery I think his name would have been short for Bastard Cat. He became the nemesis for most of the staff. He made it to the top of their grumpiest cat list.. scratches, hissing, biting at hands. The vet said “..BC is in human terms.. sociopathic; he has no fear; feels no fear; has never felt fear and he doesn’t flinch. He has lightning quick reflexes and is missing a spleen, and has a liver too small for his body also was missing one testical and of course.. he’s blind, it’s a miracle he’s alive..” I’d also like to thank those vet surgery staff who were scratched by him, in the end it wasn’t a matter of who he scratched, but who didn’t he scratch. 2 Vets - out of a busy surgery, with about 15 staff, only 2 vets were left with their hands intact.
Here’s an excerpt from WilWheaton’s amazing entries over the last few days about a poker game he had in las vegas. Called “Viva Las Vegas” It totally blew me away.
“I bet six again,” he says, nodding his head excitedly, and slams his chips out in the same motion as before. I can hear Phil Gordon in my head: “That’s intended to make your opponent think you’ve got a strong hand when you’re weak. That’s usually a tell.” Dave Foley makes a joke that falls somewhere into that gap between really clever and really awful.
“Raise him!” Says Hipster.
Kotter seems insulted, and says to the dealer, “Tell him I want to re-raise.”
The dealer is so close to me, I pick up the tiniest hint of a smile turning up the corner of his mouth. “Okay, that’s another six dollars, sir.”
Slam! Slam!
Hipster laughs this time. “Re-raise him!”
“Betting is capped,” the dealer says. “Six dollars to call.”
“I call him!” Kotter says. This time he slams down a $5 chip and a $1 chip, and flips over the 8 and 6 of hearts. “FULL HOUSE!”
Hipster flips up his cards, and I hear Dianne gasp before I can see them: two nines.
The Dealer calmly says, “Nines full of sixes,” and pushes a mountain of chips to Hipster.
In slow motion, I turn my head back toward Kotter. I half expect to see him putting a gun into his mouth, but he just looks shocked. The color has drained out of his face, and sweat drips off his nose as he says, “I . . . I had a full house . . . “
This reminded me a little when I watched a poker game at Burswood, there were old men with gold watches and blazers, sweaty american men, young italian studs with open shirts and gold chains, the cool professional gambler in the old leather jacket with shiny shoes. I watched these guys play for an hour, I saw thousands of dollars being bet, and it was the scariest thing I’d seen for quite some time.. Scarier things would be, Pauline Hanson, John Howard’s pvt health insurance rebate, and Scary Movie II and III.
I heard a rumour that one of the teachers arrested today was from my old Highschool - That totally blows me away. But really the shocking thing over the last few weeks has been the news about Peter Weygers - former mayor of Claremont being a suspect in the Claremont serial killer case. Girls from my school were murdered, but I am sure that it was co-incidental that they were from my school, after all, Western ‘Burbs are full of pvt school kiddywinks and those who went to pvt school. I am not one of them, I immigrated to South Eastern corridor. Point of this would be, Peter Weygers is like a pillar of society, that’s how he has painted himself. I wonder if they forced through that legislation to force getting genetic samples from crime suspects purely so they could get samples from Weygers. He is afterall a civil rights campaigner.
well I think overall this post is a disappointment and like so many other things, failed to live up to expectations. I think that’s why some parents have 2 children or more, they keep trying till they get the best child. No wonder eldest kids are screwed up…