Poker Perambulation

What does that nice, innocuous blurb — The Experience — mean to you.   Its today’s electric mayhem; it is about smart phone and what was once referred to as a PDA.  They sucked too at least until they morphed into tablet computers.  You say potato; I’ll say tomato.  Wait, that isn’t right either. Read more…

I received the following comment in today’s spam collection:

I am pregnant.

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The current first meaning is sexual.  In mining terms, it is a mine with large and easily found quantities of gold.  That can also translate to a happening in poker.  Josie asked who was the best player she knew.   That isn’t a simple or even a valid question.  Poker is full of the wrong questions.

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OK, I am not likely up as this gets posted.   Delayed posting is a feature in WordPress.  So, while the confetti drops, the server will be doing my work for me. Read more…

First off,  Santa was not run over by a reindeer. Whoever started that rumor is just plain sick.  Likely came from one of them Easterners.  No, this is diabolic and destructive of social custom.   I am sorry to have to report it. Read more…

Larry was a friend.  Not a really close one but I’d see him at the trap shoots and a gang of us would always grab a bite and drinks after.  Larry is a neat guy.  He became a D.O. out of the service using the G.I. bill.  He loved being a doctor.  He had two offices and was on the run.  Besides, he’d work the E.R. a few nights a week.  He was comfortable to say the least.  The E.R. was because he was an adrenalin junky.  If you wanted to see him step it up a conversation notch, just ask him about that.  He loved the challenge of critical care. Read more…

December 21, 2011 — a day that will live in infamy. Contrary to the opinion of some, I am not a grump.  I chat with people while waiting in line.  I talk to the clerks and find something complimentary to say.  I worked in retail and know that a kind word can help a day.   Today?  Stay out of my way.  I am ready to open a window and start shouting what I will no longer take. Read more…

And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Barak Obama Caesar Augustus, that all the world should be taxed. (And this taxing was first made when  Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)  Well, `tis the season.   Super bargains mix with, what for many, is the real superman.   I attended a parochial school and every so often that smacks me up the side ob de head with remembering.  (Yup, being tallest I batted lead off.) Read more…

The title is supposed to reflect a good thing.  We’ve a history that we learned starting in grade school about how we rebelled against bad laws and fought a revolution.   Afterward, we designed a Constitution and followed up with a Bill of Rights to prevent the excesses that brought about that revolution.   Read more…

I was never a grand conjugater.  Diagramming sentences always left me cold.   My writing is considered legible and modestly articulate — most of the time.   I do like the language and I do like words.  Words are fun to play with.  However, you need to string them together.  As a reader, my normal source has been books.  The Internet has changed a lot of that to blogs.  At times it is almost embarrassing how many new ones my reader pulls up on a morn. Read more…