Just cut the ends.

Fish and Chips

Masha might not know this about herself but she can be sexy at times when she wears her art cloths. Used, raggedy, worn so long that when she takes them off her cloths still are in the same shape of her lovely contour when thrown on a chair. But she can be extremely sexy when she belches fish and chips in your face when your kissing her good bye and the feed back is so strong even when you run away ten or fifteen feet holding your nose the aroma is still piercing your nasal passage into your brain and making your eyes water. Just kidding; its five feet not ten, and my eyes didn’t water.

The Monster Mash belch

I just noticed. Everybody on my team is skinny, except me. Oh no! Am I the Danny Devito of this cab station team?

Yesterday I couldn’t play pool. I got hit in the head with a bottle from a ten story building earlier in the day and was getting dizzy spells, blurriness, headache, and an almost vomiting in my-tracks-feeling. Maybe the nausea came from Masha’s yummy fish and chips she left behind. Just Kidding.

Im just joking Masha, you know I love-ya.

I dont mind exploiting my teams hot and cold parts.

The hot and cold parts are the best parts.

Being in the middle is the starting point.

Nice, but for some reason I kept thinking about Darwin...

Dawn was smokin on the table.

Most of my candles went out before I blew them myself.

Saturday Night was good. Alison got me a Birthday cake and Julie stuck her finger in it.

Ronnie was being a dumb ass Mitch came to visit. Yup a Saturday night @ the E-Bar.

Mitch Fixler and his Team Is going to Vegas!!!

Mugs

I sense there is a game a-brewin.

About the last few Days

As a captain of a pool team for some years also being involved in the arts, music and entertainment business, art school, job trainings along with other people socializing things, events and moments. There is one thing thats always been with-and-about-me that is effecting my everyday life. The fact that I hate to quit. Give up, throw in the towel, hand over and so forth. I’m not that hard headed though. I know when to let certain things go for whatever amount of time it takes and then get back on it at a reasonable point. I know myself. And when I get presented with a challenge I'll take it, only if I can clearly see the goal is worth the flowers; at lest to me. Sometime I question my self esteem so I compare it to others to better enrich my sense of were I might be standing in the communities I involve my self in. Weather I need to or not I will not submit to a dip shit. Nor will I let one walk over me. Lately my temper has been a bit short but I have been catching the fuse before explosion. I sometimes cant tell though, is it my self esteem that is giving me the sense to stop myself or is my logic or fear? My emotions have been a roller coaster. Is this the upward spiral I was told would happen?

Brian Makes the night a win...

How bad can a bar be if it has 2 dollar buds at the bar, with free hotdogs and pizza?

Not bad at all...

Damn good Match with a Damn good sandwich

Mike is a damn good player

Get In the Hole Gets the Wins

Monster mash makes herself number 100 on my Myspace.

I go to the john, I come back, and there is something sitting in my chair? Oh look! Its a Monster Mash sitting there! Checking her mail and reading Spam. Later on in the weekend I go and eat some spam. I also do luandry and mix match my sox's.

I mix match my Sox for good luck... Superstition with me.

Kinda of reminds me of Jennie Chang, the spam.

Prakash Played

I Played Too

Jimmy leaves me very satisfied with some good tip-in for my cue, damn he’s good.

I remember

Sometime's I wish I didnt know how to read.

Revenge is not about justice; it’s about your self. Pay back is not a bitch; it’s from wanting to be a bitch. You can see things a lot clearer in the sun but your eyes hurt a lot more in the dark. Most people think you are an ass hole for being right about some things or telling what you think is the truth---

More down

My Killers Pete, Mark and Masha.

Down the hall from me. Looks like I dont have to cell phone you now to see if your going to show up on Monday this time damn it.

Perkash Puru

Finishes the Job

There is a difference in trying to remember something about your game while you practice and being reminded of something about your game when you practice.

Being taught something erstwhile and common with advanced players, can be new if you discover it yourself without it being taught to you.

Discovering becomes a part in you not a piece of knowledge you'll try and remember when the moment calls for it. Discovering something becomes more like second nature. You'll do what was discoverd without a second thought; provived its the right thing to do. But if you still feel bad doing it is it right?

This might be an approach form a conductor too a violinist. The violinist is to discover what the conductor is not trying to verbalize.

Instead The conductor shows you how to discover what he is telling you with his action.

I discovered a few things yesterday and I was also reminded in my discovery while not trying to remember what I already new and sitting inside of me.

Alison McBain shoots and scores

Any way aside from Julie's amazing game play.

Hard realizations always come when it is too late, always when the damage is done. All along we were committing the impossible task of mixing oil and water. You can shake till the bubbles are microscopic in the glass, but once the glass is settled down the un-mixing begins and before you know you got two elements again which will not stay mixed no matter how long there on top of each other. Back in my education days I painted with oil and water on very toothy canvas, the end results had an interesting effect. When it dried there was almost a whole new painting there. What you start and finish with doesn’t always end that way. I also put lighter fluid in watercolors so when the watercolor was done I’d light painting on fire and put it out before it went through the Masonite surface I was painting on; there to was an interesting effect of elements being what they are. Water colors, lighter fluid, wood, the flame would take the color of the paint it was burning leaving behind a colored chard look.  It was always interesting when I did portraits and lite them up, there was always this whitchy thing happening.

Give me my Coffee Douglas

Break

In the Last Big Nine Ball Coffee Cup match (September 27 2004) I got slapped like a red headed stepchild. This (June 1st 2006) time I played with a strained Adductor Muscle and got lucky, or Douglas got soft on me out of pity for the poor man and his pulled groin.

Playing for coffee groin...er.. I mean grain...

Douglas thinks..."Maybe next time I'll ask for a swiss double - mocha - docha - kabocha - super - duper - supreeem - cream $22 a bean Coffee"

Every June there always some shit with my body!!!

But this time I think Some" body" put some bad mojo on my foot.

Pain...er...I mean....Plain and simple, this is an overuse injury. (yeah, I over used my groin sitting in front of my computer) The pain is your adductor muscle calling attention to itself, complaining that it's been held too tense. The adductor is the muscle that runs along the inner thigh and is involved in turning in your toes, a natural motion when running. It's possible that you got this injury when running on a slippery surface; it's a natural instinct to tense your adductors to keep balance, but it can result in a groin pull.