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What happen to Halloween? Im on antibiotics...
Now a respiratory infection due to the food and Alcohol poisoning.. No
party for me. Must go to bed.
Go
to November 2006
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Green
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 I kind of feel sorry for
him…sort of. He has a big responsibility
and still just wants to live a normal
life, a regular life. Then again, this
happen before, living like a regular
guy, and he wasn’t happy living
a regular life. It’s a big weight
ya-know. But it’s not like the
world cant live with out him. It has
before. So in some ways he is acutely,
well, might be, more of a burden than
an asset. You cant blame him for the
crazy people out there wanting to do
us harm, but, he might be the reason
why crazy people want to do us harm.
He was gone for about five years and
in those five years man went on living
as he has been for centuries. Now that
he is back, suddenly, the scale of war
and world issues jump up to epic scales.
Patronage? I think? Yes it is possible
to patronize evil with kindness. Yes
you can. One who does harm to others
will continue as long as there are others
who will act to stop that ones who cause
harm.
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That guy who played superman
in the last superman movie didn’t really
look like a superman. He’s nice looking
and all, but. He looked more like a super hipster.
The classic Superman is corn fed, meat and
potatoes eating, wheat-field working from dawn
till dusk hardy looking dude. A burly, beefy
robust grown manly man, having a boyish hair
do with an analog of father knows best. Not
some 27-year-old sexpot from Williamsburg Brooklyn,
whatever. I just cant see him at any point
in his life saying; ma, pa, can ya-pass the
gravy? He looked more like vegetarian living
on Ave A the Village, whatever.
    
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Anyway I shot pool on Friday and then started
getting ill so I went home, I couldn’t
even last an hour. I slept ok and stood in
all weekend. I saw a few movies this resting
weekend of poisoning, how appropriate for Halloween
weekend. I ate a poison chicken not an apple.
I watched Superman, Dick and Jane and Better
off dead and few others, nothing horror, oh
wait, I watched night of the living dead. The
old black and white one. That movie is funny.
One of the main characters in the movie, the
little guy with the girl friend, I found more
creepy than the zombies.
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Did a little
practice then got tierd quickly so i went home...
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So so ill...
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 Mmmm Yummy.
On
Monday afternoon I was starving. So I ate
bad chicken and cheese for lunch, didn’t
know it was bad before I ate it. I put it in
the fridge Friday night and then ate Monday
early afternoon. I guess the fridge wasn’t
cold enough. All it did was give me a mild
bellyache for a short while then it went away.
Later that evening, I went to the bar to do
the Monday league thing. I had a few shots
of Jameson and a Bud, and-well, that did it,
according to the doc, that combo of alcohol
chicken and cheese created poison in my system.
I became violently ill, I threw up till dawn.
Food poisoning is like having the flew. I threw
up so much on Monday I burned my throat with
the stomach acid. I could barely speak on Tuesday;
I was running a fever and couldn’t catch
a breath. I’m getting all this hard dry
flem from my lungs, years of smoking. I’m
still on my feet though; I’m just dry
hacking and wheezing all the time. I Cant even
tell you what the mornings are like. I have
not had a cup of coffee since Monday, or any
kind of booze or heavy greasy food. My throat
is killing me. Other than that I’m ok.
Concentrating is a little tuff though. I haven’t
been to enthuse about taking to many pics.
I’m always tired. I have a feeling this
Halloween Ill be in bed… |
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| October 26th 2006 Thursday |
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Julie
needs a new coat |
She
bought it |
 
New
Felt for the Ebar
 I
got yelled at for takeing pics at Search
and Destroy... Whatever
I
kinda new that already but I did it anyway,
and no I don’t have an issue with
rules or anything but... Anyway. Julie
needs to know, should she buy the coat?
It’s only in blue and its sexy
but a tiny bit snug meaning It’s
a perfect fit. That’s sort of an
issue. I’m the same way when it
comes to shopping. It takes me days to
decide and I mean days. Shoes, coat,
boots, jackets, bags, sneakers, well
not so much sneakers. I mean your not
only buying a coat but your buying a
dependable comrade in our often steady
ritual marches in the cold NY winters
towards or matches. |
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| October 25th about the
last three days |
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Tuesday Night
Monday Night
Drawing of a Witch. Model
:Tori Amos. 11x17 pencil on paper 1999
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Tuseday Afternoon
I
got lots of pics of my Monday night match.
I will post then up tomorrow. Cause yesterday
into today I got violently ill due to food
and alcohol poisoning. Yesterdays match ended
like 2:00am in the morning, it happens sometimes,
its ok. And during the whole time my stomach;
lungs and head were in turmoil. I could not
breath correctly my head was pounding and my
stomach was doing flip-flops. By the time I
got home my face was in the toilet till the
dawn. This morning my doctor told me I had
a small combination of mild things all at
once and that why it was so awful. Food poisoning
mixed with Booze and coffee…well…Even
the William Stomach has its limits. I threw up
so much last night and this morning I burned
my throat with stomach acid. I can barley speak.
I’m
ok now. I can function.
Monday Morning
The transitions between the seasons were so
much smoother when I was a child. Especially
summer to the fall. The days grew shorter the
nights grew longer and the trees slowly made
preparations for winter dormant, there leaves
fall to the ground with lush copper shades and
earthy hues; with a gentle wind blowing them
around all day it was quit a magical month. Season
of the witch.
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| October 22th 2006 About
Friday late night and Sunday afternoon. |
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Ok… So
today was an ok day, except, a few peeves….
I go shopping for food at my local food shopping
center. I predominantly buy no name brand stuff
that is exactly the same ingredients as the
name brand stuff. Like, cereal morning goods,
toothpaste, Listerine, can goods, meats, cold
cuts only deli brand, veggies, dairy and so
on. Lets say with a standard shopping list
of 15 items, all name brand, even on sale,
would coast me 45 dollars. If I go the rout
of no frills with the same exact list of the
name brand stuff. 45 dollars would turn into
22 bucks. Yes, 22 buck. I’m not
shiting you, really 22 dollars, I’m that
good. But it looks like people like myself,
who know how to spend a penny on the food list
thingy. Is now getting the shaft from big cooperate
companies buying out store name brand food
item factories, just so companies like V8 juice
(nearly 4 dollars a bottle) will not have store
brand vegetable juice which has exactly the
same ingredients as V8 sitting next to it for
only 1.89 a bottle. Corn flakes, 4 dollars
a box. Key food corn flakes 1.68 a box. Listerine,
5 dollars a bottle. Kmart Listerine 1 dollar
a bottle, yes, 1 dollar a bottle, 1 dollar,
1. Toothpaste, soap, cleaning agents, detergents
and so on all fewer than 3 dollars. Greedy
little old men who own million dollars food
chains are selling out to even greedier old
men with no regard or care for little people
consumers like me. The decay of western society
is now sliming its way over to the east-coast,
whatever, the 22 dollars saved would go to
a big bottle of Jameson anyway, looks like
I live longer but be broke longer as well.
I would have rather had been at the Triannuals
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Michelle's nasty cookie,
Happy Saki Serafina and Adrian, Jim Gets In
the hole.
The more I see how much more
practice I need
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| October 20th 2006 Friday,
Saturday. About Thursday night, and a little about Friday
night. Ill put more stuff later |
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Senses, skill and discipline.
Apprehension
clouds your senses. So one must learn how
to control their Apprehension, understand
it, master it, this can be attained one
way with discipline. Discipline can make
a difference in ones skill level. Skill
level is just one thing that is part of
something inside you that shows not in
a physical sense but in presences. Presences
can affect your opponent’s
attitude towards you. Mind your surrounding;
do not compromise sure footing for a killing
blow.
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  In
my October 19th entry I wrote “Julie
is slightly grating me with the whole
dumb ass APA number level thing. Baby,
your six for a reason and that reason
is not accidental, being a girl six in
NYC is like being in an exclusive club”. Later, we speak on Friday
night and Julie says to me something like – I
cant remember exactly- but it went something
like  “I’m sorry if I’m
bothering you with my issue of being
a six, I wont bother you any more,  I
didn’t know I was bothering
you with this”. I then say, “wait
you don’t understand, you are not
bothering me about your 6 issue, its
bothering me that it bothers you, the
fact that your bothered bothers me, you
are not bothering me, what bothers you
bothers me”. Just
to clarify. Communication is critical
as far as team harmony goes. Any negative
energy on any level in a team is not
always bad but most of the time it is. |
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How can
you go wrong with a meal made from mom
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Practise
Makes a need for more Practise
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Thursday
night No
swating today |
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Gotta keep the Karma
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| October 19th 2006 Thursday |
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Ok … Lets see. The whole Internet
communication thing is getting a bit overwhelming.
The Blog thing is overrun with…well
bloggers.
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I’m
just getting over a nasty walking flew thingy
I had for about two weeks. My health is 50/50,
My Karma thing is 50/50, if I have too describe
it that way, really, how well can my Zen
be going? I woke up yesterday morning completely
depressed, but I didn’t
have anything to be depressed about, so I
was able to getup out of bed and function
with this on the surface in the depths of
despair feeling, strange, it was like my
brain was searching for a basis for this
emotional distress but it couldn’t
find anything, left side right side conflict,
it’s a good thing I have been drawing
and painting since I was two years old. Maybe
I need to go to the gym. And maybe I need
to get beter sleep. Speaking of sleep,
I have not been sleeping to well lately,
my eyes are heavy and my head is swimming.
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My
Monday team is doing well. My Tuesday team
is doing well, even though Julie is slightly
grating me with the whole dumb ass APA number
level thing. Baby, your six for a reason
and that reason is not accidental, being
a girl six in NYC is like being in an exclusive
club. Ya-know, all I can say about that is,
I play in the APA, but the APA doesn’t
play with me, nor my sense of shot making
aptitude. Julie shoots like a 300-pound fat
dude from Minnesota. My game is not defined
according to what that blue peace of paper
says. It might mean something to others around
me but not much to my bridge and stroke. |
I
play in the APA... |
the
APA doesn’t play with me |
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Christine
has absolutly nothing to do with any of what
I am wrting about in this entry. But I did
speak to her about some of it though before
I wrote it... |
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The
Wrath of Kahn |
Last
night my brain kept shutting down in the
middle of my thoughts, I was Dennis Leary
one second and I was Forrest gump the next.
I had my ass handed to me yesterday by
Mr. Henry Khan a former player of Get In
the Hole. The ass handing happened after
I perturbed my Karma by committing an act
of murder during my race to seven with
him. I was up 4 games and before I made
my shot on the nine ball I swatted a mosquito
after I had stunned it with my cue swing
it around to get away from me during previous
ball before the nine. The Bug fell on the
rail; right on the spot were I needed to
make a bridge for my shot. I was going
to smash it with my hand but then it plummet
to the ground just as I lifted my hand,
it hit the ground, so I stomped it in this
aggressive attitude, like, how dare it
disturb my flow, what an arrogant prick
I was.
How
lame am I? I am blaming a mosquito for my
low time on the table... |
Karma
or Murphy? |
Right after the stomping, I could not
make a ball to save my life. Karma? Here
is some more Karma. When the match was
over and Henry and I went to pay out at
the register, when we got there, for some
reason, my bill was 8 bucks and his was
seven. Huh? We started at the exacted same
time so what the fuck. I argued with the
dude about that, in all the load muttering,
I handed the dork a 20-dollar bill to pay
for my 8-dollar time on the table, he handed
back to me not 12-dollars, but 22 dollars.
He gave me back my 20 with two extra dollars,
Wow. Karma. I guess I got a free ass kicking
not an 8 dollar one. Free pool Wed at the
E-bar. I went to the E-bar later that night
and still could not make a ball. Dude,
I mean even if it was hanging in the pocket
the shit would not get in the hole. So
thought to myself. Go back to the beginning
and shoot as if you never shot before.
Treat every ball like it’s the first
time you were ever presented with that
shot and just involve the basics of making
it. So I ran the table to the eight, I
was pleased with the results I got cocky
again, then I got stuck on the eight cause
all the other guys ball were on the table,
so I lost. So was that Karma or Murphy?
Maybe it was both giving each other a hi-five
in teaching William a lesson in respect
you opponent. Maybe it was just I being
me again…Keep the “me” out
of team please. |
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I'm gonna put it out there; if you like
it, you can take it, if you don't, send it right back.
I-wanna-be on you"
The Legend of Ron Burgundy
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| October 18th 2006 Wed.
About Tuesday night. |
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"Make
the five in the corner and postion the cueball
here"...
Julie says to Jason..
Jason
does it. Now Jason gets the 8ball in the hole...
 
Serafina and Adrians Team
Pocket Aces...
George
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