Today during lunch I changed into shorts and a white T and ran up and down Beacon Hill about 4x… I love the corporate life.
Recently, I have started to appreciate how incredibly good my life is becoming. I worked hard in pitch black for so long, without any idea of how things would turn out and now I am starting to see some light. I am still eons away from where I want to be in the end, but I am starting to smell the prizes I am after. Important milestones have been passed on the way to my long-term goals. I have responsibility; I am the one who controls my own destiny. I have a long ways to go and I am not even in my physical prime yet, much less my business prime but I am on my way. I’m rolling, baby! 😉
I just read an article on an Australian man who had ingested a large quantity of ethylene glycol (an ingredient of antifreeze). Usually to treat this issue they give patients pure alcohol to inhibit the toxic effects of ethylene glycol, but the hospital ran out of medical grade alcohol, so they fed him a case of vodka. Basically, they fed him 3 drinks an hour, every hour for 3 days in the ICU. My guess is that they didn’t allow him to drive home.
My sophomore year of college in the fraternity was completely insane, so I became a hermit with Faryar in our apartment for my junior year. I tried out several somewhat addictive activities, but by far the most addicting was online poker. I became pretty good and won a lot, but always ended up losing it all after 14 hour bouts of playing. I’m not certain of how the physiology works, but poker has to be one of the most addictive activities around. Poker combines the excitement of gambling with the semi-illusion of skill being involved.
Most people think that only drugs or alcohol or tobacco can be physically addictive. However, gambling causes the release of chemicals in your brain that are very powerful and make you want to feel them again. I have done a lot of things and explored like many university students do, but I have not experienced the same kind of powerful habit forming pressure anywhere else. Most of the time in college I set up my class schedule so I wouldn’t have to get up till 2pm, but when I got into poker, I would start playing as early as 6 or 7 am (this is akin to most folks getting up at 1am to play).
I managed to break free of the hold online poker had grabbed on me after several months, though I had a couple of short relapses later that year. It took extensive research on the game and study of the advanced math that goes into odds calculation and probability for me to finally figure out that I was most likely going to continue to lose money, as well as my growing suspicions that collusion (players working together to cheat) was rampant for me to stop. I still play poker once in a while in person with friends, but that is limited to small pots and is just for fun and gets boring quickly.
Online gambling is extraordinarily dangerous because you don’t have to leave your home to play. If you get a whim in the middle of the night to play, you just walk out in your boxers and log on and get your heroin mainlined straight into your bloodstream. Many computer gaming companies have begun to observe this effect and are including aspects in their games to play upon it. I think World of Warcraft is the best example so far; it involves the jolts of adrenaline when you are fighting, “happy chemicals” are released if you win and most importantly, you can also lose quite often. People have actually died because they can’t stand up to leave their computers while playing and I personally know two people who have spent at least 2/3 of their free time when not working for the last 4 years playing that game. Thousands of hours. Wives and children neglected. Same as poker.
I think that online gambling (and especially poker) is highly addictive and should be taxed heavily enough by the government that it’s not really fun to play anymore. Places like Vegas are okay, because generally people just visit them once every few years- you have to plan it all out and get plane tickets, hotel rooms, babysitters, etc.
Just remember: Party Poker, Pacific Poker and all of those other damned poker rooms are the devil!
I picked some great quotes off of Craigslist for your entertainment… All of these posts were selected from the first page… I didn’t even have to try. People are incredibly dumb sometimes.
From Men seeking Women:
“Please only serous Apply for this Honest Male!!!- 41
Good Morning,Good Afternoon,or Good Evening to all of you that live in the great Northwest I’am here serously seeking a Honest to good women that is kind at heart & that is ready for serousness in relations please no games or fake fronts just be yourself .
I on the other hand am considered Quiet many say shy with a huge heart caring ,Loving Family person who likes to joke around sometime instead of taking life to serously .
Please do write me if you seek a Real down to earth Man who will Honor his Women always.
Dude, if you can’t spell serious, my guess is you aren’t going to find anyone. Also he wants relations. Yum. Relations.
will you BITCHES please just say what RACE man you’re looking for!?!
Don’t have me type up a long ass reply, just so you can look at the pic and say “Oh, sorry, I only date Island men”. If you only want an ISLAND man.. state that in your ad you dumb fucker, or take your ass on craigslist-Hawaii, where you’ll find plenty of curly head fuckers to satisfy you.
Hahhahahaha… what a tool. I should respond and say, “I’m looking for a weird racist bastard.”
Open-Minded Woman Sought by Crossdresser – 50
“In public, I’m a regular guy who enjoys a lot of different activities (intermediate skier, travel frequently both foreign and locally, enjoy cooking together, shopping, etc.) and if you met me, you’d never suspect that I have a “secret side”…..”
Sounds like an All-American type of guy… he goes on to discuss how he is 5’7” and is into weird kinky stuff.
…… Daddy Seeking His Princes……….. – 44
Are you a young single childless maybe a college girl who would like a daddy….
Daddy enjoys taking care of his little girl. His princess should like to take care of her daddy……
Im 44 single,cleancut,athletic and live here on Queen Anne…..
How can we help each other…..
Can anyone say child moooooooooooooooolestor?
Arm Candy Needed – 27
All you have to do is read the title to know this guy is a loser.
seeking slender lady,for sobor times. – 45
if you have a add on a differnt website then for get it,i.m not into smut. I’m a sobor man with 9 years.I like to do a lot of different things,The lady i’m looking for must like silver and truqouise.Not mind rideing on a 3 wheeler,fishing ,camping,and half and half cooking deal.I’m also a grampa yet my kids live in a different state.I live in a small apt. close to the waterfront,and often think of having a cabin some where in the mountains next to a lake or running water. I don’t ask for much,just that who ever you are be true to him. NO this is not his mother typing the want add. thanks
His picture, unsurprisingly, shows him to be a redneck cowboy with a ponytail and big handlebar mustache… “wanna ride on my hoss, young thang?“. Just reading about his “sobor times” makes me need a drink.
From Women Seeking Men:
Asian needs Romance – 50
There is no joke here, I copy and pasted this for you, Faryar… here’s her email: email@example.com
are the saddest occurrence in the world.
I went to Ikea over the weekend with Melanie and she helped me select a new table for my apartment (though I violated her advice and purchased Ikea art because it was cheap). I decided to take a break from my slave labor station (see picture below) to put together my table and clean up my apartment.
Ikea gives you their furniture in skinny little boxes that will fit in your car, however this means that you have to put it together.
I am not much for following directions, but Ikea made their instructions sheet so simple a caveman could do it (yeah, you heard me, I just ripped that joke off of Geico). Note my delicate surgical tool and thoughtful expression below.
In case you’re wondering, I believe that a man should not have to wear anything besides boxers when he is in his own abode. Still want to come visit me?
I completed my little dining table.
Look at how far the wings come out. Now I can serve 2.4 people instead of 1.6!!!
After putting together my table, I was starting to feel motivated. I straightened up the rest of my apartment and hung up the new Ikea art I had gotten on the walls, put light bulbs in my ultra fancy torchiere, and broke out my vacuum for the first time. Look carefully, this is the only time you will ever see my bed made.
My first great work of art from Ikea is hanging in the middle of the wall in the picture below. Below it and slightly to the right, you can see my sweet lover Charles Shaw, his twelve big guns and his six crystal stemmed friends on top.
Look at how damned purty my kitchen is! I even have a little fruit bowl thingamajigger. And paper towels.
My second and final piece of Ikea art can be seen below in the center of the picture on the wall. You can see how I stuck the table I made in the little nook under the bar by the couch. The torchiere is on the right. How pleasant.
Laundry room was where I stuffed all my messy crap for cleaning. I learned that technique when I was 3.
My bathroom. And my sexy abs. Ladies, appreciate.
Now that I have the Batcave fully prepared, all I need now is a sweet little lady to come live here and keep it clean. I am looking for someone who is humble, kind and pretty. She needs to be able to take heavy verbal abuse along with occasional blows to the head. If you look like the gorg..ed woman below, you can apply by sending the following: a lock of your hair (not pubic), $17 and photos of your emotional scars.
MmmmmM, mm. Ain’t she a sweetheart?
My humorous friends have decided to throw a “sausage party”. Here is the invite lol.
It’s fall. The air is crispy, the leaves are changing color, and the PCC is lining its shelves with pumpkin ale. This means:
It’s time to have a Sausage Fest!
This Friday, October 12, at 8pm, Ben, Ash and I will be serving up sausage (veggie ones too, though I find the notion blasphemous), beer, fried potatoes, sauerkraut, and anything else we can come up with.
You: Come over, bring any of the items on the above food list, and hang out while we all eat some sausage. Extra points if you bring me pumpkin ale, or come dressed as a German bar maid.
Please invite people whose email addresses I don’t know (Lucy, Johnny, Neil, Peter, and their sort, that is, good sausage loving people. I know that doesn’t really include Neil.) I think Ash has already covered the Chris and friends front. However do keep in mind Ash and Ben’s apartment is not enormous so we request that no homeless people found on the way be brought along, they will not be admitted.
(Ash and Ben’s apartment)
With Love and Sausage,