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Sep. 12th, 2006
You gotta be half to be hot
Sep. 12th, 2006 09:28 pmI knew it! (Ganked from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
belle1446.)
Ahem.
In other news...through a twisty and strange chain of custody, I found myself reading an LJ post tonight that's from, like...a friend of a friend of a guy who's read by a guy I read. Something like that. Anyway...it was a great story, and it's my recomended reading for today. In all my years of school, I never, ever, did anything this cool or meaningful, and I wish I had. For some reason, I feel I should especially recommend this post tometalepticfit; I think he'd dig it. (To see how I ended up there, by the way, and for additional commentary and related links, please see the chadu post here.)
Heh. Working backwards today, I guess...links then content. Anyway...I'll keep it brief. Class again today, where we actually started handling chips, so that's cool. Further coolness of my school: they gave me 20 chips and a retired deck of cards to have and take home and use for practice. Cool! Now I can, like...spread blackjack for myself. Or something. Anyway...as some of you know, when a casino retires a deck of cards, they maul the cards in some way so that they can't be brought back into casino circulation. Some places chop the corners off, some places punch a hole in the cards...I got a deck with a hole punched through the middle. The first thing I noticed upon opening the deck is that the hole is punched exactly through the crotch of the joker. Troubling. I thought at first that it was just natural...the crotch must be in the center of the card. Not so, apparently, I learned as I turned a card upside-down to find that the hole didn't line up with the hole in the card underneath. So the holes are not punched through the exact center of the cards. They just...happen to be punched through the joker's crotch. The upside of this is that I can stick things through the hole and make the joker's crotch 3-D. I amused myself by poking a pen through the hole and extending and retracting the ball point. Welcome to my life.
Oh, this joker, by the way? A Minuteman. Like this.
Oh, that image, by the way? Came from W Ketchup. Swear to God, the Internet trips me out sometimes.
Aaaanyway. I packed a lunch today...leftovers from last night. That seems to work out so-so...but I was hungry enough after class that I dropped two-fitty at the local Taco Bell for some eats before heading home. (Oh, and who should I run into at the Taco Bell but one of the poker dealers from the Trop. Small world.) Normally I'm all about hitting the Taco Bell, but by the time I got home, I realized that what Mother always said was true...I spoiled my dinner. So no dinner for me tonight. Which I don't mind so much, but that means no leftovers for lunch tomorrow. I dunno about this whole food thing, really...I seem to be having a tougher time organizing this than I should. The x-factor that NJ Transit throws into my commute really screws my meal scheduling...there's no way it's normal for a five-hour class to make me miss two meals. Anyway, I don't see how it's going to be practical for me to pack a dinner. It has to make it all day with no refrigeration, probably in a backpack, and ideally wouldn't need any kind of preparation to eat. Doesn't sound like the kind of thing I have here at home, and honestly I'd probably be better off with the Taco Bell. Yo lo quiero, you know. Anyway...we'll see. Tomorrow I'm going to see if I can get some errands done in the morning before I have to head to A.C., and I'm going to see if I can manage some kind of...lunch and snack thing, and just bring a snack to tide me over for the ride home, and then have dinner at home. Yeah...that's the ticket.
God my life is boring. Okay, I'm outta here. Peace!
belle1446.)Ahem.
In other news...through a twisty and strange chain of custody, I found myself reading an LJ post tonight that's from, like...a friend of a friend of a guy who's read by a guy I read. Something like that. Anyway...it was a great story, and it's my recomended reading for today. In all my years of school, I never, ever, did anything this cool or meaningful, and I wish I had. For some reason, I feel I should especially recommend this post to
metalepticfit; I think he'd dig it. (To see how I ended up there, by the way, and for additional commentary and related links, please see the chadu post here.)Heh. Working backwards today, I guess...links then content. Anyway...I'll keep it brief. Class again today, where we actually started handling chips, so that's cool. Further coolness of my school: they gave me 20 chips and a retired deck of cards to have and take home and use for practice. Cool! Now I can, like...spread blackjack for myself. Or something. Anyway...as some of you know, when a casino retires a deck of cards, they maul the cards in some way so that they can't be brought back into casino circulation. Some places chop the corners off, some places punch a hole in the cards...I got a deck with a hole punched through the middle. The first thing I noticed upon opening the deck is that the hole is punched exactly through the crotch of the joker. Troubling. I thought at first that it was just natural...the crotch must be in the center of the card. Not so, apparently, I learned as I turned a card upside-down to find that the hole didn't line up with the hole in the card underneath. So the holes are not punched through the exact center of the cards. They just...happen to be punched through the joker's crotch. The upside of this is that I can stick things through the hole and make the joker's crotch 3-D. I amused myself by poking a pen through the hole and extending and retracting the ball point. Welcome to my life.
Oh, this joker, by the way? A Minuteman. Like this.
Oh, that image, by the way? Came from W Ketchup. Swear to God, the Internet trips me out sometimes.
Aaaanyway. I packed a lunch today...leftovers from last night. That seems to work out so-so...but I was hungry enough after class that I dropped two-fitty at the local Taco Bell for some eats before heading home. (Oh, and who should I run into at the Taco Bell but one of the poker dealers from the Trop. Small world.) Normally I'm all about hitting the Taco Bell, but by the time I got home, I realized that what Mother always said was true...I spoiled my dinner. So no dinner for me tonight. Which I don't mind so much, but that means no leftovers for lunch tomorrow. I dunno about this whole food thing, really...I seem to be having a tougher time organizing this than I should. The x-factor that NJ Transit throws into my commute really screws my meal scheduling...there's no way it's normal for a five-hour class to make me miss two meals. Anyway, I don't see how it's going to be practical for me to pack a dinner. It has to make it all day with no refrigeration, probably in a backpack, and ideally wouldn't need any kind of preparation to eat. Doesn't sound like the kind of thing I have here at home, and honestly I'd probably be better off with the Taco Bell. Yo lo quiero, you know. Anyway...we'll see. Tomorrow I'm going to see if I can get some errands done in the morning before I have to head to A.C., and I'm going to see if I can manage some kind of...lunch and snack thing, and just bring a snack to tide me over for the ride home, and then have dinner at home. Yeah...that's the ticket.
God my life is boring. Okay, I'm outta here. Peace!
