Thursday, March 07, 2002
Haunted Poker |12:57 AM|
I took a buddy of mine that some of you readers might know as "Spook" to the poker game. He didn't lose his shirt, actually made a buck. I, on the other hand, had some colossally bad luck, and though I tried valiantly, I lost my shirt. And I was just thinking about how big an issue hubris is in today's world. Criminy.
Golly gee whizz and stuff. I'm glad I once again resisted my stupid spending impulses to get 1. A pizza 2. A kite 3. a new Hard drive. They all occurred to me with the rubber stamp "Good Idea" on them, and thank goodness I realized they were BAD ideas. Stupid impulsive shopper brain!
I also played a bit of HALO this evening. I've decided that playing Halo is something like digging for gold. You try REALLY hard, it's backbreaking labor, but you see the glimmers, and sometimes you hit the freakin' JACKPOT. Case in point, lost in a room for ages and ages because it's the same damn room as all the rest of them, and you're about to quit the game in frustration. However, you get out side, and you're being strafed by an enemy "Banshee" (Flying Hovercraft). You dodge as best you can, come up with the rocket launcher, and take aim. You stand your ground as the blasts strike all around you, pulling the trigger at the precise moment, sending the rocket directly into the main mass of the attack craft. The thing blows apart, and through the zoom you see the alien that was riding around inside tumble outward, violently dismounted as the hulk slams into the ground. Then you get to beat people on the back of the head with a shotgun. I mean, that's entertainment right there.
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