Tonight I was quickly reminded as to why I stopped playing Halo 3 or any other Halo game in the first place. I hate it. It has got to be the most frustrating game on the entire planet. It pulls out the bad in you that you never thought you had. Before you know it, you're calling everyone in the planet a smelly fucking jew, or a God damned piece of shit mother fucker and, of course, you had sex with all their mothers. (see below)
It wouldn't be so bad, but everyone and their brother has mods on their 360 that make them run faster, jump higher, shoot heavier, and jump around the map like lice on the nasty kid in your third grade class.
I can't play games where it's so easy to mod your way to victory or standby yourself enough to lag the other team out because I'm a perfectionist. When I play any game, board game, video game, sports game, I always want to know every possible thing about it and how I can learn to get better. It's just not fun when little Timmy across the street got his parents to buy him a mod that makes pressing the "A" button kill people without having to actually aim.
Fuck that, I'm out.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thanksgiving to Remember
I was pretty disappointed when I found out I was secheduled to work from six p.m. to midnight on Thanksgiving. My family was coming into town for part of the weekend and I really wanted to spend some time with my little brother. Well, they came in the night before Thanksgiving and we spent a few hours together playing games and just talking about nothing.
Because I stayed up so late the night before, I didn't wake up until 1:30 p.m. on Thanksgiving Day. What a waste! However, unlike previous years, we didn't eat dinner until 4:00. Once dinner was served, I scarfed down my plate of turkey, stuffing, mac and cheese, green beans, and God knows what else and headed off to work.
I missed out on all the fun board games that my family plays every year after dinner and dessert that I enjoy so much. My cousin brought games like Quelf, Pictionary, Scrabble, Charades, and a few others. I really wish I could have been there for that.
It was just as I thought it would be at work: dead. We had a few trickling orders on the screen, but for the most part, we had nothing to do. Katy and I played about an hour's worth of hangman, to which I prevailed 8-7! When it was time to start cleaning, we both became procrastinators very quickly, but in time, we started our nightly duties.
It was only a few minutes in when I got hit right in the back with something wet. When I turned around, I got hit in the nipple. Katy was squirting soapy water at me through a squirt bottle. Seeing how I don't mess around, I went straight to the back of the store, put some ice cold water in a bucket and snuck up behind her. She turned around when I yelled her name to scare her and drenched her from the neck down.
Katy let out a squeal that would pierce your ears and ran to the back while I ran out the front so that she couldn't get her revenge. Little did I know that when I came back in, she would have a bucket waiting for me. A HUGE bucket! Oh, but it doesn't stop there. She filled her huge bucket with the warm, disgusting, dish water that had been sitting for over an hour that I hadn't drained yet. When I walked around the corner to talk to her, I got a crotch full of nasty water.
Now, I'm trying to think of ways that I can top that at work without getting in too much trouble, so if you have any ideas, drop me a comment or an e-mail at bl1ndf41th@yahoo.com. I'd greatly appreciate it!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
92% To Win, But Lose
My buddy Mike gave me a call this afternoon to talk some poker and tell me about some of his streaks lately and how he's coming off a nice $350 win in an online tournament. Naturally, this got me buzzing about poker again and I decided that we should play some together when I got out of school today. What better way to pay off that stupid improper lane ticket bullcrap I got a few weeks ago, right?
It was the longest day of school ever: Rain, studying, senate, and an itch for poker that I just couldn't scratch. Eventually, the day came to an end and I headed immediately home to log in and find a good tournament.
I got Mike on the phone and asked him to play in the same tournament as I did so that we could discuss hands as we went along. Mind you, we weren't at the same table, so we weren't discussing hands that each other were involved in. Anyway, we decided on a $11 tournament in which there were 2800 entrants and first place was $4,165. Not a bad chunk of change if I do say so myself. The blind structure wasn't bad and we got a nice lump of 3,000 chips to start off with.
The tournament started off a little shaky for the both of us and our stacks dropped down to about 1,000 each. I got a little nervous as I headed into the first break with only 950 chips and blinds of 100/200 after the break with a 25 chip ante.
When the break ended, I came out with guns blazing. I fired in some pots and doubled my way up to 1,900. After a few more hands and a sick bluff on a guy that had been pushing garbage the whole tournament, I was sitting back casually with 9,000 in chips. There were only 200 more entrants to go and we were in the money.
That's when something terrible began to happen. I picked up AA under the gun with blinds at 150/300 and a 50 chip ante. I raised quickly to 900 and got a re-raise to 2765. I thought for a second about how to play this hand and re-popped him to 4750 and he reluctantly called. The flop came 10, 6, K, rainbow. I fired out my remaining 2140 chips into the massive pot and expected a dominating call. After a while of delegation on his part, he called and flipped over JJ. "YES," I yelled and jumped up out of my chair. He only had two outs and if he didn't hit, I'd be sitting with over 21,000 chips going into the second break.
The very next card dealt was the jack of clubs. (Refer to picture above for initial reaction) I was devastated. All my hard work in this tournament was again for naught as the river drew a blank for me and my tournament was ended. I missed making the money because some donkey made a terrible call and then got lucky on an 8% chance. What a son of a bitch.
I guess there's always next time! You can find me on Pokerstars playing in the nightly $20,000 guaranteed under the tag wishywash489. Come join me and let's play!
Monday, November 23, 2009
99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall
So, I'm coming to you a couple days off a pretty fun, yet embarrassing Saturday night. Chris, Seth, and I set out to the landing Saturday night to do some drinking and dancing and have a good time at the bar. We did a little pre-gaming at Chris's place with some SoCo and Bud Lite, but nothing too heavy. I did a couple of shots and we left the house.
Arriving at Big Daddy's, the place was just starting to fill in as the night was still fairly young. We hit the bar right away and ordered a few drinks. Now, I don't know what got into this bartender, but she was mixing them strong that night it wasn't long before intoxication set in. From there, we hit up Morgan Street Brewery and got some $2 cherry bombs. Chris and Seth got two a piece and I took three.
At some point, I was separated from Chris and Seth and found my way over to a little table in the corner to try to settle my stomach for a bit. I have no idea how long I was sitting there wallowing in my upset stomach, but eventually, two girls came up to me and we began a conversation about God knows what; I can't remember. When Chris and Seth got back over to me, the patted me on the back for finding two women to party with the for the rest of the night, but honestly, I couldn't remember them walking up to me or what I had said to them.
From there, we hurried over to the dance floor and began moving our bodies around in some sort of pattern that may often times be confused as dancing. Trust me, it probably wasn't pretty. The next thing I remember, we are all at Lumiere Casino waiting in line to enter and the doorman said that Chris and Seth were too drunk to go inside. Ironically, I was well worse off than the two of them, but we turned away and went outside to call a ride.
It was only about 20 minutes later when Chris's grandma showed up to pick us up and take us for some food. We offered to pay, but she insisted and we obliged. Any time I can score a free meal, I'm damn well going to do it!
When we got back to the house, Chris started playing some game online and we all began eating. Somehow, I ended up eating all of Chris's fries and my own and then denied it because I didn't remember doing it.
The next day, I went through my texts and saw a lot of random drunk texts to a few people and some begging for help to walk. Needless to say, I'm completely embarrassed about that and apologize to any of you who may have received one or two.
Either way, I had a ton of fun out and can't wait to do it again; I'm just going to keep it a little more sober from here on out!
Arriving at Big Daddy's, the place was just starting to fill in as the night was still fairly young. We hit the bar right away and ordered a few drinks. Now, I don't know what got into this bartender, but she was mixing them strong that night it wasn't long before intoxication set in. From there, we hit up Morgan Street Brewery and got some $2 cherry bombs. Chris and Seth got two a piece and I took three.
At some point, I was separated from Chris and Seth and found my way over to a little table in the corner to try to settle my stomach for a bit. I have no idea how long I was sitting there wallowing in my upset stomach, but eventually, two girls came up to me and we began a conversation about God knows what; I can't remember. When Chris and Seth got back over to me, the patted me on the back for finding two women to party with the for the rest of the night, but honestly, I couldn't remember them walking up to me or what I had said to them.
From there, we hurried over to the dance floor and began moving our bodies around in some sort of pattern that may often times be confused as dancing. Trust me, it probably wasn't pretty. The next thing I remember, we are all at Lumiere Casino waiting in line to enter and the doorman said that Chris and Seth were too drunk to go inside. Ironically, I was well worse off than the two of them, but we turned away and went outside to call a ride.
It was only about 20 minutes later when Chris's grandma showed up to pick us up and take us for some food. We offered to pay, but she insisted and we obliged. Any time I can score a free meal, I'm damn well going to do it!
When we got back to the house, Chris started playing some game online and we all began eating. Somehow, I ended up eating all of Chris's fries and my own and then denied it because I didn't remember doing it.
The next day, I went through my texts and saw a lot of random drunk texts to a few people and some begging for help to walk. Needless to say, I'm completely embarrassed about that and apologize to any of you who may have received one or two.
Either way, I had a ton of fun out and can't wait to do it again; I'm just going to keep it a little more sober from here on out!
Blind Faith Explained
Many of the people in my life have often heard me refer to myself as bl1ndf41th or Blind Faith. It started out one day when my Xbox Live gamertag needed an overhaul and I really wanted something meaningful to take the place of "VespidAura", a randomized tag created by Microsoft.
I began thinking about what type of tag I wanted when I decided to search Google for common situations in every man's life and one of the instances that turned up was losing your first love. I suppose I was having an emo day and thought that creating an I.D. to represent this would be a perfect idea. Thus, bl1ndf41th was created.
The way I came to this name was through a lot of thought and delegation. I wanted the name to stand out and make people ask, "Why that?" Well, the answer is simple.
Everyone, male of female, has that first love in their life. It's a brand new feeling for you and often times for them as well. It generally occurs between sixteen and eighteen years of age and you feel as if you're on top of the world. Nothing can hurt you; you have everything you've ever wanted. You put all of your faith and trust into that person because you know that there is no way he/she would ever harm you and you wouldn't harm them either.
One day, though, you hear those awful words: "We need to talk." Four words so often spoken, but rarely ending in happy circumstance. I had followed her blindly up until this point in our relationship over nearly two years. I couldn't imagine what she needed to talk to me about. I really thought that I was going to hear something about taking the next step or wanting to spend more time together. I mean, I was spending quite a bit of time with my friends of late and paid slightly less attention to her.
It was then that her shoulders slumped, her light-hearted face turned into a cold frown, and tears began to fall from her cheeks. "I made a terrible mistake," she said. "I cheated on you with Frank."
I was absolutely devastated. I couldn't even begin to speak; the only thing I could do was roll over on my bed to my side and let the tears silently roll off my face. The pain I felt in my heart was unlike anything I had ever felt before and my whole body went numb. We cried together in those final moments together and eventually, she got up and left.
Days passed as I lay in my own misery. I didn't go to class, I didn't eat at all, and I didn't stare away from the wall in my room for hours at a time. Eventually, I was able to get hold of myself and pretend nothing had happened. The way I look at women will never be the same again, though I know I'll have to trust one again sooner or later if I plan on being happy again.
It was that faith in her that caused it to hurt so much. I followed her blindly for nearly two years. That is how I reached the name: Blind Faith
I began thinking about what type of tag I wanted when I decided to search Google for common situations in every man's life and one of the instances that turned up was losing your first love. I suppose I was having an emo day and thought that creating an I.D. to represent this would be a perfect idea. Thus, bl1ndf41th was created.
The way I came to this name was through a lot of thought and delegation. I wanted the name to stand out and make people ask, "Why that?" Well, the answer is simple.
Everyone, male of female, has that first love in their life. It's a brand new feeling for you and often times for them as well. It generally occurs between sixteen and eighteen years of age and you feel as if you're on top of the world. Nothing can hurt you; you have everything you've ever wanted. You put all of your faith and trust into that person because you know that there is no way he/she would ever harm you and you wouldn't harm them either.
One day, though, you hear those awful words: "We need to talk." Four words so often spoken, but rarely ending in happy circumstance. I had followed her blindly up until this point in our relationship over nearly two years. I couldn't imagine what she needed to talk to me about. I really thought that I was going to hear something about taking the next step or wanting to spend more time together. I mean, I was spending quite a bit of time with my friends of late and paid slightly less attention to her.
It was then that her shoulders slumped, her light-hearted face turned into a cold frown, and tears began to fall from her cheeks. "I made a terrible mistake," she said. "I cheated on you with Frank."
I was absolutely devastated. I couldn't even begin to speak; the only thing I could do was roll over on my bed to my side and let the tears silently roll off my face. The pain I felt in my heart was unlike anything I had ever felt before and my whole body went numb. We cried together in those final moments together and eventually, she got up and left.
Days passed as I lay in my own misery. I didn't go to class, I didn't eat at all, and I didn't stare away from the wall in my room for hours at a time. Eventually, I was able to get hold of myself and pretend nothing had happened. The way I look at women will never be the same again, though I know I'll have to trust one again sooner or later if I plan on being happy again.
It was that faith in her that caused it to hurt so much. I followed her blindly for nearly two years. That is how I reached the name: Blind Faith
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