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"we got us some weird-ass people up in this crib"... |
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Creepy Story by: William Fuentes ... (needs editing)
I am walking my usual trail toward home, it is late, the moon is full, the sky is clear, the dark is lite, it is quite, and the trees are silhouetted by flickering streetlights on the far corners. I look ahead, it is long and dark, but still I can see a path to my home. I'm walking, on my left side, the street: wide, and pitch black, and on my right side, shadows, thick. If I squint my eyes into the shadows on my right side I see, doors, windows, yards, garbage cans; houses. My thoughts are a drift as I take these common steps to my home-I have done for many years, a kind of autopilot towards my destination.
In this kind of quite of the night, I hear my thoughts-aloud-then disrupted by a strange sound up ahead-of-me slightly to my-right side, that sound, its almost like, whispering, as I get closer, it sounds more like, movement, dragging? no, more like, children shushing each other, its coming from the shadows of a hedge in the drive way of a house up ahead further. As I draw closer toward it, towards the sound: it is definitely behind a hedge; its the sound of care full movements. A rustling, a patter of footsteps, clicking sounds on the hard stone ground. Then, finally I have reach were the sounds are coming from; closer, closer, closer I draw near, I am now, next to were the sounds are coming from but intend to keep passing by it, so I look, there it is.
There are seven of them, identical, the same color the same height the same everything.
One pauses after I stop, widened eyed to see clearer in the dark, which I shouldn't of. One of them pauses to my widened eyes, pauses as if it did not detect or expect my approach and presence, it looked at me, with flickering glowing eyes reflecting the flickering street lights, somewhat surprised but not startled enough to stop what it was doing or about to do, but the others, just ignored me, like they didn't care that I had stumbled upon to witness what I feel no mortal eyes should have, did i stumble upon it accidentally?
There was one on two feet, it had its back turned to me, but look quickly around to see if anyone was watching or about to see what it was about to do, it glared at me, for a second, its eyes, glowing, yellow, like its body color, like the other six, but it ignored me. Like it didn't even care I was standing right there, I could not believe my eyes, theses seven identical creatures were moving in a manner that most of us are not use to seeing in real life, only in fairy tale, only in our bizarre dreams. The one on two feet, hopped up on the garbage can they were surrounding in front of the house as the others looked at it with anticipation and excitement. The one who hopped up on the can had reach into it and pulled out a tied up plastic bag, using two hands to hold the bag, then, jump down landing on two feet not four still holding the bag, and started to untie it with the others, like, people digging into a bin of free stuff in a store, it was barbaric and eerie, seeing the monkey like body language, these creatures had featured to get into the tied plastic bag. All identical all the same height all darting there eyes back and fourth at each other and then down-back on the bag like it was Christmas or something. Cats are not suppose to behave this way, let alone look exactly the same and whisper to each other; hurry up and open it I'm starving. I am standing there and staring at the animation of these animals, finally one stops, looks right at me, like it was tired of me staring, it calmly grabs the bag, as the rest also stop, and then they walk into the thick of the shadows to continue there raid of the garbage bag…creepy.
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October 30th 2007. Tuesday... About Monday night... |
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Pool Teams: Parkside Stragglers and Get In the Hole... |
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October 28th 2007. Sunday....I mostly slept... even on my feet... |
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On Sunday… it all depends on the weather.
Wake up. Brew up some caffeine in the kettle, open my windows, wide, to let in the dry crisp air of the clear Sunday morning-sniiiiiiiiiffffffffff-Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I’ll then do my laundry, read the paper online, cook a breakfast meal; must get over my hangover; Bloody-mary, virgin, western omelet, hash browns, fruit, juice, toast, cinnamon jam, take picks of it, and show it off on my site.
Then I’ll sit down and catch up on the latest technology on G4-TV as I am waiting for my laundry to finish up. I’ll update my site, I’ll answer a few calls, I’ll check my mail, I’ll check my turtle, I’ll pick up my laundry; hang up the tee’s to dry on my balcony on a cloths line like a real redneck. Then, when my habits are done, when my belly if full and my headache fades away in the silence of the gentle wind outside my sunny window sill…
I’ll take a nap, on-ma-couch, with drifting thoughts of beautyfull women and how I should be playing pool…. This is more or less my ritual on most Sundays, with some altered variations; it all depends on the weather and were I wake up. |
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October 27th 2007. Saturday.... |
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William, put the camera down!!! As I dance the dance, only I, Mark, can dance... |
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shrimpy says... "Hi, would you like to eat my brain?" |
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Its talking to me....and hes saying....Brains!!!!!!!! |
    
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October 25th 2007 Thursday...About last Wed night |
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Smart move ... eating chocolate may be good for the brain.
Chocolate may boost brain power
A new US study hints that eating milk chocolate may boost brain function.
"Chocolate contains many substances that act as stimulants, such as theobromine, phenethylamine, and caffeine," Dr. Bryan Raudenbush from Wheeling Jesuit University in West Virginia. www.Verywell.com
"These substances by themselves have previously been found to increase alertness and attention and what we have found is that by consuming chocolate you can get the stimulating effects, which then lead to increased mental performance."
To study the effects of various chocolate types on brain power, Dr Raudenbush and colleagues had a group of volunteers consume, on four separate occasions, 85 grams of milk chocolate; 85 grams of dark chocolate; 85 grams of carob; and nothing (the control condition)....... more?
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Smart Dinner... Brain-move-fast!!!
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October 23rd, 2007. Tuesday |
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 If pool was easy, then everybody would be good.
Practice is something you will always be doing, no matter how good you get at it, get good at whatever your practicing for. Practice is a foundation, for what you dream of succeding in. Yes, practice is good for your game; proper practice is good for your game, practice can be anything, good bad, whatever. You do it for years and years and finally one day, hopefully one day, find your self rewarded for your efforts put into practice; ya-still need to practice though once you get to your, or reach your objective. What am I talking about?
Today I was watching George practice, and he says in his frustration during his practice. When do we stop practicing and just be good? This sucks! I have to practice to get good. Then I say. And once you get good…you practice more! Even a Shaolin master needs to keep up his abilities and skills with foundation practice to be a master.
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"Even a Shaolin master needs to keep up his abilities and skills with foundation practice to be a master"
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October 21st 2007 Sunday. |
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 Shane begins his reign: Van Boening wins $50,000 U.S. Open title
CHESAPEAKE, Va. – With sniper-fire shotmaking, deft safety play and a head as cool as table slate, 24-year-old Shane Van Boening has beaten the reigning world 9-ball champion to win the U.S. Open 9-Ball Championship.
Van Boening defeated Ronnie Alcano in the final, 13-10, to take the $50,000 title Saturday night at the Chesapeake Conference Center
By Mason King - Billiards Digest Staff - October 20, 2007 |
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October 21st 2007 Sunday. |
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 One morning, I automatically did a kind act; I did it half asleep at that. It was automatic, and because of it, I sense I am now spited for it, at the same time-with having a kind thank-you-gesture with it in return, it was very awkward, but at the same time, yummy.
 Making anyone out to be something they are not has a danger for backfire. It’s like squeezing the trigger of a gun with a dirty nozzle; eventually, a bullet will explode in the chamber, the expolosion being something they are not.
 I do not know what kind of impression I am giving people these days, but I guess that is what walking a new road is. I do not care to hear anyone’s version of what I am, or think they know that what I am-doing or not doing ether, unless I ask. In which case a kind gesture or a sympathetic response/word holds no bad karma, unless one is using kindness as means to hurt.
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Comfort in your own character requires for some people, a little illusion on their part I think. Picturing people naked when they are speaking to you or when you are speaking to them, too-see them as, nonsensical, just to bring up your confidence, along with strengthening your security blanket-woven of chimera is what people do, when public speaking; still I remember, confidence does not reassure success. Things change, people change and I feel change is happening around me and not so much of me being a part of it, a part of the change, Im good with it. I am use to it. |
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October 19th 2007 Friday.... |
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"A man can be measured by the quality of his enemies, the quality of his friends and the quality of the results of his endeavors in his life, loves and pursuit of all things worth living and dieing for"
~applecinnamon
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October 18th 2007 Thursday.... |
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AZ Billiards | nycgrind.com
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I got some air on this one, somewere in the middle of this video of mine and Gails pool hall antics. |
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Hitting the back ball on a nine ball rack, from a front of the-rack-position takes skill...practice and dedication for the pool hall arts.... |
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October 15th 2007 Monday Morning |
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2007 US Open
October 13 - 20, 2007
Chesapeake Convention Center
Chesapeake, VA |
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|  Today, on my way to my early evening after dinner cup of coffee. I encountered, a fierce predator in my home. My family was in extreme distress. My nephew yells, “Look, there it is! Run!!!” My brother come to his sons cry for help, I run to the urgency and battle cries of my family.
My brother says to me, “Quickly William, get my peace maker, so I may smite thy fowl creature’, I say to thee, “Nay brother for I have a better solution than only ending this siege in death and blood”. So quickly I say to my nephew who stands in fear staring at the fierce creature in a near panic’
“Get me a drinking glass, hurry my nephew hurry!”
He gets me the glass, in the back ground a far away voice from under the noise of the ruckus, I hear my poor sick mother, who yells from under her blankets and pillow’ “kill it, kill it now!!!
The creature growls and sneers and makes the kind of sounds only an animal would when cornered and ready to leap out to rip a throat. I grab the drinking glass from my nephews panicked death griped hands. I move closer to the creature, gradually, steadily, and ready to make my move. I then bit by bit, shift my left arm to the right side of were the creature stands, then secondly I move the glass with my right hand down to the ground on the left of the animal, setting up the beast, to run from my act as if I am attempting to grip his furry hulk of a body with my feeble left hand. The creature makes a mad dash away from my left hand and headed toward my right hand; my right hand holding the drinking glass. This animal of natural stealth and cunning, leaps and thrust in a brave attempt to elude my left handed grip, and in the attempt, he runs right into the drinking glass. I push the glass upside down to the ground; the creature tail is sticking out of the glass, its howling.
I use my hand to gently push its tail in, it’s a struggle, we wrestle we fight, we roll on the ground, the dust and the debris in the air makes it hard to see this epic battle, my nephew yells “uncle William NOoOOO!” finally. This domestic lion of ancient decent, does its battle cry as I lastly push its tail in the glass, this fierce creature is caught under the glass. I slide a cardboard underneath the glass and now I can carry it out side.
 In the glass it is Jumping and gnawing at the edges. On the way, outside, we share a moment by the elevator. I am watching and walking with the tiny brute toward the elevator, as it is franticly, gnawing with its fangs scratching against the glass. The creature,
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This animal new it was caught. This animal looked deep into me through the glass. It was not moving anymore; it was not gnawing at the glass anymore. It just stared right in me, no quick jerky movements as mice often do, no twitching nose, no mousey-nothing, it just, had a look on its face, like, it was trying to talk to me, like it sensed, no danger, but more, with question, were are you taking me? Why aren’t I dead yet, why are you toying with me? It was creepy. I got outside, I placed it down, on the ground, and it calmly walked out of the glass and into the grass in front of my building. I felt, it new what I did, and I feel we will meet again. |
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October 14th 2007 Sunday Morning |
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#feels . sumtimes its best ta'keep-feels to yoself. |
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October 13th 2007 Sat |
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OLGA GASHKOVA & EMILY DUDDY
 
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"Do you know the difference between education and experience? Education is when you read the fine print; experience is what you get when you don't"
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"In youth we learn; in age we understand"
~Marie Ebner-Eschenbach
"You can teach a student a lesson for a day; but if you can teach him to learn by creating curiosity, he will continue the learning process as long as he lives"
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"Learning is a treasure that will follow its owner everywhere"
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Why is it, when-every time I study pool, suddenly, everything is so - so hard? |
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October 8th 2007 Monday morning |
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'APA Singles Regional 2008'
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October 3rd 2007 Friday morning |
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Question/advice about turning pro.
Is 40 too late to try to turn pro?
I know the life of a pro pool player is difficult, but I can't seem to get job satisfaction anymore in my current vocation.
I have some idea of what it would take...
1. Money in the bank during the "lean" times (which applies to life in general)
2. New shooting equipment
3. Possible table at home
4. Serious lessons
5. Practice daily
6. Playing in many tournaments
A little about me...I am an "average" player. I have never run more than 50 balls in 14.1, and I broke and ran 3 racks of 9-ball a few times in my life. I have been playing "off/on" for 20 years, but have never won anything major, and I have engaged in friendly wagers as well, no "serious" gambling. (I have never bet more than $300 on a game or set in my life).
I have been told by many that I have a great stroke...but so what if I don't win!
I also don't play more than twice a month, which would obviously have to change if I decide to take this path.
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.......> Feedback appreciated? Here eat this...
It's totally illogical.
It's the same as asking a group of people, "Do you think I should try jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge? I've jumped off things before."
There's a very good chance you won't even come close but everybody here is going to tell you to try anyway. I mean, if you're even thinking about it, I don't see why you bother asking us because obviously, logic means nothing to you.
Personally, I love being the weekend warrior. I love amateur status because I can play in anything and I don't think about my rent when I lose. Considering that even the top 20 professionals have a hard time making a living, I cannot fathom why ANYBODY would want to go pro unless they were reasonably certain they could be dominant.
Enjoy your jump. I hope the water is nice. Good luck.
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Name: Jude M. Rosenstock
Cue: Predator 2
Age: 35
Location: Brooklyn, NY
Hours of pool: 15
Profession: Online Advertising
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October 3rd 2007 Wednesday |
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October 2nd 2007 Tuesday. About Mon night and Tues morning... |
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Willi Torres is so so so happy right now.
I ate that with Maya
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October 1st 2007 Monday Morning |
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Why is it, when-every time I play pool, suddenly, everybody is so - so good? |
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Borana Andoni
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