When you jump into any medium on the Internet, you can hide behind the shield of disguising yourself and never let anyone know who you really are. Unless, of course you’re running some really hardcore child porn — or playing online poker — or something that grabs the feds by the nose hairs and starts yanking them in your direction.
That’s how I feel…all kinda grumbly and grouching. I know the last thing I promised to put up here was the trip to the Winery for dinner with Carmen, Danielle, and Sylvia, but as usual, I lost my focus and went ba-doinkers with the Poker Clones and Poker Bots post. So…this isn’t about the Winery either, it’s about being grumbly. Continue reading Grumble Bug
Here’s a little bit of my insanity leeching through to the pages of Tango. Consider the Poker Bot battles — and their development which is a very serious endeavor — because they aren’t being created strictly for the purpose of playing poker.
Some days it feels like I’m out collecting pollen and just when I’m overloaded, I can’t figure out where the hell I’m supposed to take it to…I think that means I’ve lost my focus. Or maybe I never had any.
A small thing really, living on the edge of the desert it’s hard to say what you would see on any given day when you look out the window or head out to the yard. On occasion I’ve had a pesky mouse get into my humble abode and I set a nice trap for it with a little piece of bacon stuffed into it for the mouse’s last meal. It never fails. Continue reading The Cat under the house