supahdon: what do you want to get for lunch tomorrow?
Raphael xx: i don't know
Raphael xx: what i want now might not be what i want later
supahdon: for lunch, or life in general
Raphael xx: both
Hate it when I get overly philosophical at 1am.
Pros:
Cons:
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Here's my dumb e-stalking story of the day. I was on Macy's website buying something off of my friend's registry. Friend didn't give me a direct link, but Macy's allows you to search first/last name. And then I got curious, brain started wondering if this gal who I was interested in during college was registered there since she's getting married later this year. Rational side of my brain was like "No no no, don't look it up." Unfortunately I did. And she was registered. With the obligatory picture of bride/groom. Way back when, I assumed she wasn't interested because I wasn't attractive enough. After seeing that picture, I think it's safe to say to my conclusion was incorrect.
Told this story to a couple buddies, one of which yelled at me the following day........because he ended up searching for his ex-girlfriend and sure enough found out some info.
Ai yah. Too much information available on the Internets.
IHateMyCompxxx: Thanks don...i'm hurting over watching this game then I get to see ur away message
(Auto response from supahdon): Cal sucks.
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Watched Crank which was entertaining for what it was. But more importantly, snuck in to watch Snakes on a Plane again. Aside from the movie itself, I get a laugh out of the people who were physically in the theatre. I think I'm firmly in the demographic that the movie targeted: 18-34, dorky, odd sense of humor. Yet I'm seeing families and people on dates........Anyways, here are five things that I think could have made the movie that much better:
1) If the giant python had been an FBI snake. You know, the snake that ate all the other snakes.
2) To defeat the snakes, the FBI tried a mid-air exchange and inserted a box of mongooses (plural is not mongeese) into the plane, only to have something go wrong....and then you'd see a few dozen mongooses fly off.
3) The kickboxer killing more snakes with his martial arts skills.
4) If they shot 3Gs in the leg after he went crazy, and then tossed him back into the snakes.
5) During the credits, they showed a montage of audition tapes for the role of "Man who has snake bite him in the penis."
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Sometime last week, a buddy was offering up awesome Padres tickets--two rows behind the home dugout. Without informing him of wanting to go, I left a message with this gal asking if she wanted to go. Didn't hear back from her. Buddy then asks if I want to go with him. I say sure. Next day, gal tells me that she wants to go. D'oh.
Seats were awesome, getting to hear David Wells cuss after giving up an RBI single.......and having a near front row seat to witness the horror that is David Wells trying to score from second base on a two out single.
"She's kinda cute." -- roommate commenting on one of his MySpace friends
"I dunno, her cheekbones make her look like.....you know, the guy who was Lando's co-pilot in Return of the Jedi." -- me
Somebody at Target needs a history lesson. Ben Franklin != Franklin Roosevelt. (Go ahead and provide your own FDR action figure joke)
I walked into Sports Chalet, and they had a 50% clearance rack. A few dozen Drew Brees Chargers jerseys, along with a few Team USA/Canada Olympic hockey jerseys for $25. There's one blue USA jersey left, and I think about it....but I decide to browse the rest of the store and come back. I come back to the rack.....and the one blue jersey is missing. I'm thinking "What the hell, somebody actually picked it up in the last five minutes?" I end up standing there for a minute hope to catch a glimpse of who took it. Sure enough, this guy comes back to the rack holding that jersey......a big hefty black guy. Couldn't help but crack a smile.
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Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned. I had pledged not to buy any more hockey sticks this year, but I couldn't help myself. Instead of going to Barona on Friday night, I opted to stay home and be a potato. Around midnight, I started surfing around my usual websites and stopped at an equipment message board. Somebody posted these Mission Pro Return shafts that literally went on sale a couple hours earlier. The initial prices were $30 a shaft; Normal price would be around $75-80, but these were custom and not available for retail. Couldn't help myself and got three different shafts:
For some reason I had a bad feeling about placing the order, as if the prices were too good to be true........
.......sure enough I check on Saturday, and my order hasn't been confirmed yet. Then I go back to the message board, and apparently people found a glitch where if you ordered three shafts, instead of being charged $30 apiece they were charged $30 total. So the donks went nuts, bought like twelve at a time and stuff.....and by then, the website had removed the page.
I went to a BBQ on Labor Day afternoon, and I get a mid-afternoon phonecall from an odd number. Not surprisingly, it's customer service from the website telling me that they priced everything wrong and were notifying everybody who placed an order. Turns out that they jacked the price up to $50 a shaft......so I ended up only ordering two: 65 flex L-2 and a 90 flex Hex-1 Grip. Although I'm kinda regretting keeping the L-2 instead of the 75 flex Hex-1. And I'm fully aware that the only person who understood the last two sentences is Chris Tran.
Odd evening of poker at Trav's home game on Tuesday. Showed up a couple hours late at around 8:30pm. Sit down.....pocket aces. Raise it up, get a few callers, lead out after the flop and everybody folds. I show my aces, and we have a mild chuckle about me getting aces on my first hand.
Next hand, I fold and somebody makes a joke about me only playing if I have aces. So as the next hand is being dealt I blurt out "C'mon give me aces." I look down, and I have aces again. End up doubling up after Cam chooses a bad time to semi-bluff with a gutshot straight draw.
So I get aces twice in my first three hands, it's gonna be a good night right?
Over the next two hours, practically fold everything although I managed to lose half of my $50.....mostly from trying to get cute with K-6 suited or some other junk.
Last hand of the night, I look down.....pocket aces. Raise it up to $5 and get four callers. Flop comes A-9-7 with two spades. Everybody checks to me, and I bet out $10. Everybody folds except for Steve who announces all-in. I call and he shows K-J of spades. Had that queasy feeling of a forthcoming flush settled undramatically as another 9 came on the turn giving me a full house. Cha-ching.
Although my favorite hand of the week will remain sticking around with 2-4 and catching runner/runner straight to crack Dave who flopped trips. Dave's amusement that I beat him with his own tactics far outweighed him losing the hand.
