12/17/06
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poker
Saturday night had me feeling blue after some brief Christmas shopping. First thing I thought was, "I oughta bother the Birds." I quickly reminded myself of their admonition that they need lots of space considering the hustle and bustle which come with Christmas and New Year. After having dinner at the Asian buffet, I made my way back home only to find an email waiting for me.

elmgrows had invited the Birds and me to a poker night. Since raddidge wasn't coming down, I was free and going out is a heck of a lot better than sitting in a dark apartment playing NetHack and reloading a certain website.

Long story short, we went to the elmgrows home where I met Mrs. elmgrows and the rest of the gang. The game was Texas Hold-em and I learned the basics of the game. Halfway through the festivities another one of their friends showed up.

Oh dear lord.

The first and the last time I met the guy, he kept giving me these looks over and over again. Not looks like "Mmm, I want him in me" but "WTF is ur shit?" Supposedly he's born again and all that kind of stuff and already that pronouncement raises my hackles. Anyway it's just weird for me because I'm being myself and I'm afraid of sowing strife or whatnot. He's been there longer than me, everyone knows him and everyone has to take me for granted and on the word of the Birds.

After I made a clever edit of Wikipedia, which consisted entirely of "PENIS PENIS PENIS", he disappeared upstairs with Mrs. elmgrows. First thing that went through my head was "OH SHI- He's going to say something about me and then elmgrows is going to get in trouble and then I'll be labelled a bad influence."

maribou later told me it was most likely about baby shit and baby furniture.

Finally I got home a little before two in the morning, way later than I would've wanted or expected but I can't complain because I did have a good time even though when I hit my wall of wakefulness I started to feel cranky.

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