It'd be great if I could have been born a late 19th, early 20th century composer. Those guys kick rear. Especially Eastern European. Ah, dreams...
Wednesday, August 18
Constantly Forgotten Note to Self:
It's easier to be negative than positive. Don't fall in the trap!
Holdem
To call, or not to call- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to fold
To the great uncertainties of outrageous fortune
Or to check the bluff of fools
And by opposing end them. To play, to win-
No more- and by win to say we end
The poverty, and the thousand debts
That gamblers are heir to. 'Tis a windfall
Devoutly to be wished. To play, to call-
To call- perchance to win: ay, there's the flop,
For in that deal what cards may come
When we have shuffled out this fatal hand,
We must give pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of such hopeful bets.
For who would bear the flop, turn, and river,
Th' dealers wrongs, the proud men's arrogance,
The pangs of cards useful for naught,
When he himself might the pot gain
With just a steady face? To bet, to win,
To gloat. Ah, tis a goal worthy of kings.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to fold
To the great uncertainties of outrageous fortune
Or to check the bluff of fools
And by opposing end them. To play, to win-
No more- and by win to say we end
The poverty, and the thousand debts
That gamblers are heir to. 'Tis a windfall
Devoutly to be wished. To play, to call-
To call- perchance to win: ay, there's the flop,
For in that deal what cards may come
When we have shuffled out this fatal hand,
We must give pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of such hopeful bets.
For who would bear the flop, turn, and river,
Th' dealers wrongs, the proud men's arrogance,
The pangs of cards useful for naught,
When he himself might the pot gain
With just a steady face? To bet, to win,
To gloat. Ah, tis a goal worthy of kings.
Tuesday, August 17
Auspicious Start
Well, Cardboard Club didn't go too badly. We had 9 people all told, although Mr. Petko didn't play and "Ben" the freshman who randomly showed up was a bit of, how shall we say, "social outcast." It's sadly reassuring that I don't really fit into that group anymore. Odd, actually talking to people in a less than perpetually annoying manner leads to their continual interaction with you. Not that it's superfluous or even relatively much at all, but considering my past, any contact, however minimal, outside of school can be equated to "above social outcast." Hoo-rah.
Anyway, it wasn't very ordered, but I think people had fun and that's what's important. Thursday (which we have the ok for) will be Clue, so if you have it please bring it. Hopefully it won't wear on Mr. P's nerves, but it seemed he didn't mind. Good, good. Now for the posters...
Finally, Mr. Ross seems to find it quite amusing to annoy me. Not on purpose and not even directed at me, but his admissions to dishonesty and lack of any real positive feelings seems to indicate deadness insideness. Maybe. I don't like deception... Or maybe I just don't like English majors. Their double standards (This is new and original, it must be good! This is useless emotion, I must deride it secretly for I cannot sympathize with the folly of man.), their elitism (if you can't understand that the couch is symbolic of society and the loose change is the eccentric, non-conformist valuable but lost in obscurity, then you are a complete moron), and thier lack-of-funness (they all seem so... prim and proper; differing senses of humor I suppose). That's not to say I dislike them all, nor are people of other areas of study particularly better, but English people tend to go towards the above noted folly. I dunno, maybe I'm like a Bill O'Reilly of subjects, saying I'm independent and like Math and English the same while secretly always leaning towards Math. Or maybe it's just a confidence thing since in Math you know if you can do it or not, whereas in English every essay is up in the air until you get your grade. Sour grapes ya know heh.
So my goal now is to show that it is possible to write a piece of literature that has meaningful symbolism with real, viable issues and themes that can switch between humorous and serious all the while being entertaining. Catch-22 in reverse with a bit of Agee and "Modest Proposal" thrown in. Quite a task, maybe I'll pull it off. Maybe. And this from a person who votes Math more than he'd theoretically like to. Heh, Mrs. Jackson will probably pull a Mr. Ross and say "Yes, it's nice. Publish it." "What did you like?" "All of it." "Any criticism." "You were a tad vague in places and rambled a bit." "Anywhere particular?" "No." "Great!" Cruisin' for a bruisin'.
Anyway, it wasn't very ordered, but I think people had fun and that's what's important. Thursday (which we have the ok for) will be Clue, so if you have it please bring it. Hopefully it won't wear on Mr. P's nerves, but it seemed he didn't mind. Good, good. Now for the posters...
Finally, Mr. Ross seems to find it quite amusing to annoy me. Not on purpose and not even directed at me, but his admissions to dishonesty and lack of any real positive feelings seems to indicate deadness insideness. Maybe. I don't like deception... Or maybe I just don't like English majors. Their double standards (This is new and original, it must be good! This is useless emotion, I must deride it secretly for I cannot sympathize with the folly of man.), their elitism (if you can't understand that the couch is symbolic of society and the loose change is the eccentric, non-conformist valuable but lost in obscurity, then you are a complete moron), and thier lack-of-funness (they all seem so... prim and proper; differing senses of humor I suppose). That's not to say I dislike them all, nor are people of other areas of study particularly better, but English people tend to go towards the above noted folly. I dunno, maybe I'm like a Bill O'Reilly of subjects, saying I'm independent and like Math and English the same while secretly always leaning towards Math. Or maybe it's just a confidence thing since in Math you know if you can do it or not, whereas in English every essay is up in the air until you get your grade. Sour grapes ya know heh.
So my goal now is to show that it is possible to write a piece of literature that has meaningful symbolism with real, viable issues and themes that can switch between humorous and serious all the while being entertaining. Catch-22 in reverse with a bit of Agee and "Modest Proposal" thrown in. Quite a task, maybe I'll pull it off. Maybe. And this from a person who votes Math more than he'd theoretically like to. Heh, Mrs. Jackson will probably pull a Mr. Ross and say "Yes, it's nice. Publish it." "What did you like?" "All of it." "Any criticism." "You were a tad vague in places and rambled a bit." "Anywhere particular?" "No." "Great!" Cruisin' for a bruisin'.
Monday, August 16
Today's Word
Pervicacious. I loathe it and sadism. Strange, how I just found out its meaning and it fits exactly what I was looking for. Ah well. I guess I'm a bit of a hypocrite in loathing it, but such is the way of man.
Sunday, August 15
A Trick from Bonnie
(Heh, if bonnie copies my conversations, I'll do the same thing :). Props to Kelly for the prompt.)
violinest88: can YOU tell me how to get to sesame street?
IndubitablyDyl: Take a left at Weigel's, drive down Bob Dole Blvd
IndubitablyDyl: Now, you're gonna turn right, but you'll think you want to go straight
IndubitablyDyl: DON'T GO STRAIGHT!
IndubitablyDyl: Heaven help ya if you go straight
IndubitablyDyl: So you're gonna turn left
IndubitablyDyl: I mean right
IndubitablyDyl: And after that, there's a U-turn
IndubitablyDyl: Now, you only want to make it an L turn
IndubitablyDyl: Because there's a barely discernible road halfway through
IndubitablyDyl: It's tight, you'll be going 50mph, but you can make it with a bit of grease and luck
IndubitablyDyl: So then you'll drive for, oh say, 3days and find a magical wishing well
IndubitablyDyl: Jump in the well.
IndubitablyDyl: Whatever you do, though, don't drink the water!
IndubitablyDyl: So you're in the well, now you wait for it to rain
IndubitablyDyl: It'll rain, you'll drown, but it's a magic well
violinest88: hahahahaha, the song was just stuck in my head, but thank you for this, i'll make sure to use it when i'm driving to sesame street.
IndubitablyDyl: So your body will get thrown about the underground channels until you turn up in the sewer
violinest88: ...a magical sewer??
IndubitablyDyl: No.
IndubitablyDyl: A dirty, needle ridden sewer
violinest88: that''s too bad.
violinest88: eww icky.
IndubitablyDyl: So you'll end up in a putrid filth hole, or "The City Capital"
IndubitablyDyl: Eventually scavengers will take your clothes and jewelry
IndubitablyDyl: finally, your entire body will be taken for "science"
IndubitablyDyl: After they desecrate it at the local university and post the pictures on their website
IndubitablyDyl: You'll get plopped in the trash
IndubitablyDyl: BAM
IndubitablyDyl: You're with Oscar.
violinest88: oh well that's exciting
IndubitablyDyl: Sesame Street is just in the rich part of Sin City.
violinest88: can YOU tell me how to get to sesame street?
IndubitablyDyl: Take a left at Weigel's, drive down Bob Dole Blvd
IndubitablyDyl: Now, you're gonna turn right, but you'll think you want to go straight
IndubitablyDyl: DON'T GO STRAIGHT!
IndubitablyDyl: Heaven help ya if you go straight
IndubitablyDyl: So you're gonna turn left
IndubitablyDyl: I mean right
IndubitablyDyl: And after that, there's a U-turn
IndubitablyDyl: Now, you only want to make it an L turn
IndubitablyDyl: Because there's a barely discernible road halfway through
IndubitablyDyl: It's tight, you'll be going 50mph, but you can make it with a bit of grease and luck
IndubitablyDyl: So then you'll drive for, oh say, 3days and find a magical wishing well
IndubitablyDyl: Jump in the well.
IndubitablyDyl: Whatever you do, though, don't drink the water!
IndubitablyDyl: So you're in the well, now you wait for it to rain
IndubitablyDyl: It'll rain, you'll drown, but it's a magic well
violinest88: hahahahaha, the song was just stuck in my head, but thank you for this, i'll make sure to use it when i'm driving to sesame street.
IndubitablyDyl: So your body will get thrown about the underground channels until you turn up in the sewer
violinest88: ...a magical sewer??
IndubitablyDyl: No.
IndubitablyDyl: A dirty, needle ridden sewer
violinest88: that''s too bad.
violinest88: eww icky.
IndubitablyDyl: So you'll end up in a putrid filth hole, or "The City Capital"
IndubitablyDyl: Eventually scavengers will take your clothes and jewelry
IndubitablyDyl: finally, your entire body will be taken for "science"
IndubitablyDyl: After they desecrate it at the local university and post the pictures on their website
IndubitablyDyl: You'll get plopped in the trash
IndubitablyDyl: BAM
IndubitablyDyl: You're with Oscar.
violinest88: oh well that's exciting
IndubitablyDyl: Sesame Street is just in the rich part of Sin City.
First Day
If I don't have a doctor's appointment, the first day will be this Tuesday 3:30-5 in Mr. P's room #98. We'll be playing Gin Rummy since it's relatively easy to learn and assemble, and we won't have use of the entire times because I've got to do openning instructions etc.
Requirements:
Roll Sheet (Name, Grade, Favorite Game, abbreviations of days that work the best for you, in case we extend, would you be interested in game tournaments for spades/bridge etc.?)
10 packs of cards (Bring a few if you have any; better to have more than not enough)
Placemats if you don't like sitting on the ground
Set of Rules for the club and game
Tentative schedule for the next weeks; maybe an intro letter
Requirements:
Roll Sheet (Name, Grade, Favorite Game, abbreviations of days that work the best for you, in case we extend, would you be interested in game tournaments for spades/bridge etc.?)
10 packs of cards (Bring a few if you have any; better to have more than not enough)
Placemats if you don't like sitting on the ground
Set of Rules for the club and game
Tentative schedule for the next weeks; maybe an intro letter