Thursday, January 12, 2006
Honey, what's for supper?
I have been thinking...
1.) Is meatloaf (with double baked potatoes, carrots, and asparagus) the best meal ever? I don't know about you, but it ranks right up there with me. I guess if I were to make a list of my favorite meals:
1. Veal and peppers at Lombardo's. Trust me it is worth the drive to Madison Ave. It is even worth a trip to Troy, or Schenectady, or Cohoes.
2. My wife's meatloaf. See description above. I used to hate the stuff. My mom did not believe things should be "undercooked" if you know what I mean. Mrs. Friendly gives it the attention it needs.
3. Grilled steak (any kind, as long as its pinkish) and taters (again any kind)
4. Chili, the way I make it.
5. Rib roast with mashed taters
There is a theme here. Maybe I should try chicken every once in awhile...
2.) Why does Wall St. want to cheat me out of my SNDK shares. I mean it was down over $2 today. Not that I am complaining about that. I bought mine about 2 years ago around $22. Now, when the price is around $77, some boiler room, wall street "sharpie" goof thinks I will give up the ghost if he and his buddies can spike the price for a couple of bucks. I give them the big "FU!" As of last non work related check to the ol' portfolio, I am only down 54 cents today. ALL WALL ST. SCUM BOW TO THE GLORY OF THE GREATEST POKER PLAYING, STOCK PICKING GENIUS IN LOUDONVILLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO SNDK!
3.) I am really glad we didn't go raid the Oneida nation this past weekend. Otherwise, I would have missed the total puke fest that was Friendly Jr. and Mrs. Friendly ALL WEEKEND LONG.
4.) All you internet poker players out there, what is the deal with all the hate. I am playing a $5 27 handed tourney the other night and this one guy has a horseshoe jammed up his (you know where). He is totally steamrolling the tournament. As his stack increases, he is increasingly the bully. I am to this immecdiate right, so I am not playing anything but my power hand (72o, 83s, etc.) He is basically saving me from myself. By some stroke of luck, I make it to the final table and find this !!@##$$$% sitting to my immediate left. OK, OK, Friendly lay low. Sure enough this dude's luck continues and knocks out half the table. I, weakly, knock out the other half. But as the jackass is relieving the other final two of their chips, on total suckouts, the following conversation takes place.
Pissed off loser one(POL1): I don't believe it. I hope you get cancer, then get hit by a truck.
Me: Man, it is only $5.
POL1: It's not the money, man, it is about the competition.
Pissed off loser two(POL2): Yeah, right! (perhaps he said "Word!")
Moral: Today's story has two messages
1. People feel free to expose there "inner" asshole on the internet.
2. Competition will not get your progeny into the Ivy League. IT IS ALWAYS ABOUT THE MONEY.
Epilogue: After the tournament got to "heads up," I quickly dispatched Mr. Suckout in one hand via my tremendous poker play. ALL HAIL THE LOUDONVILLE HAMMER!!!!!!!!!! ¶ 9:01 AM
1.) Is meatloaf (with double baked potatoes, carrots, and asparagus) the best meal ever? I don't know about you, but it ranks right up there with me. I guess if I were to make a list of my favorite meals:
1. Veal and peppers at Lombardo's. Trust me it is worth the drive to Madison Ave. It is even worth a trip to Troy, or Schenectady, or Cohoes.
2. My wife's meatloaf. See description above. I used to hate the stuff. My mom did not believe things should be "undercooked" if you know what I mean. Mrs. Friendly gives it the attention it needs.
3. Grilled steak (any kind, as long as its pinkish) and taters (again any kind)
4. Chili, the way I make it.
5. Rib roast with mashed taters
There is a theme here. Maybe I should try chicken every once in awhile...
2.) Why does Wall St. want to cheat me out of my SNDK shares. I mean it was down over $2 today. Not that I am complaining about that. I bought mine about 2 years ago around $22. Now, when the price is around $77, some boiler room, wall street "sharpie" goof thinks I will give up the ghost if he and his buddies can spike the price for a couple of bucks. I give them the big "FU!" As of last non work related check to the ol' portfolio, I am only down 54 cents today. ALL WALL ST. SCUM BOW TO THE GLORY OF THE GREATEST POKER PLAYING, STOCK PICKING GENIUS IN LOUDONVILLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO SNDK!
3.) I am really glad we didn't go raid the Oneida nation this past weekend. Otherwise, I would have missed the total puke fest that was Friendly Jr. and Mrs. Friendly ALL WEEKEND LONG.
4.) All you internet poker players out there, what is the deal with all the hate. I am playing a $5 27 handed tourney the other night and this one guy has a horseshoe jammed up his (you know where). He is totally steamrolling the tournament. As his stack increases, he is increasingly the bully. I am to this immecdiate right, so I am not playing anything but my power hand (72o, 83s, etc.) He is basically saving me from myself. By some stroke of luck, I make it to the final table and find this !!@##$$$% sitting to my immediate left. OK, OK, Friendly lay low. Sure enough this dude's luck continues and knocks out half the table. I, weakly, knock out the other half. But as the jackass is relieving the other final two of their chips, on total suckouts, the following conversation takes place.
Pissed off loser one(POL1): I don't believe it. I hope you get cancer, then get hit by a truck.
Me: Man, it is only $5.
POL1: It's not the money, man, it is about the competition.
Pissed off loser two(POL2): Yeah, right! (perhaps he said "Word!")
Moral: Today's story has two messages
1. People feel free to expose there "inner" asshole on the internet.
2. Competition will not get your progeny into the Ivy League. IT IS ALWAYS ABOUT THE MONEY.
Epilogue: After the tournament got to "heads up," I quickly dispatched Mr. Suckout in one hand via my tremendous poker play. ALL HAIL THE LOUDONVILLE HAMMER!!!!!!!!!! ¶ 9:01 AM
