Archive for January 31st, 2005

Fucking Crap Dammit!

Monday, January 31st, 2005

This was my worst poker night so far. I didn’t win a single hand of hold-em and only one hand of draw.

And it wasn’t that I was playing badly. I just wasn’t getting any cards.

I didn’t lose it all though, got $4.05 in the end.

  

The two-handed handshake

Monday, January 31st, 2005

The two-handed handshake is going to be the oficial handshake of Phi-star-Phi. Since there are two variations (the forearm grab and the elbow grab), each one will be used in different circumstances. The elbow grab is used with fellow members while the forearm grab is used with outsiders.

It’s not exactly secret, but it’ll work.

  

excellent source of procrastination

Monday, January 31st, 2005  mischievous

supertux - mario bros, linux style. i like this better than the original :)

p.s. it works on any OS :)

  

New Powerbooks

Monday, January 31st, 2005

Not much has changed stylistically, but they can drive the 30-inch apple display now. Apparently the keyboard backlighting is 10 times brighter, you can scroll using the trackpad (that seems like something you should be able to do with software on an older machine too), and they can automatically park the heads on your hard drive if you drop the machine.

I wish I were rich so I could afford to buy a new machine every time apple comes up with something new and cool.

I think I’ll have to wait for the G5 powerbook. It shouldn’t be too many more months.

  

Poker Tonight!

Monday, January 31st, 2005

Calling all the regular pokerinos. We’re playing tonight.

  

There was this girl…

Monday, January 31st, 2005

Four of us went out for lunch a few minutes ago, all dressed to the nines and with every woman’s eyes following us up the road.

Just as we were about to turn the corner, this little blond piece of eye candy walked by and I just have to related the rant that went through the group.

Man, did you see that girl, she had her look honed!
She’s the kind of girl who would marry you, spend all your money, and you’d just say “Fuck it, I can make more.”

Good times.