Wednesday, August 29, 2007

My favourite company name of the day on the Regulatory News Service. “Hot Tuna Ltd”.

Lifted from: Everything Has A Limit – http://peterbirks.livejournal.com/

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Pauly wrote an interesting post today.  It is amazing the perspectives one receives from the blogs at the time of reading, which later turn out to be something entirely different to view of the writer. 

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I was told Monday that the contractor working on the house would be taking a week away from the job – next week.

It appears that he wants to do some roof work for a lady somewhere.

I protested somewhat that he had already ruined my summer plans through delay and procrastination.  I’m afraid that refusing his plans for my house, that is the refusal to completely side the house as he wants, I have opened myself to such behavior.

We’ll see. It occurs to me the contractor is widowed.

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Strange things are happening with the Stars accounting system.  Three times lately I have min bought into a PLO8 game,  increased my stake by a percentage,  signed out;  signed back-in to the site just to check the account and found my account DOWN by more than or equal to the amount won.

Which means that I actually lost my winnings plus the winning amount from my original bankroll.

I know that the event happens at UB on a routine basis,  but I hadn’t looked for it at Poker Stars.

I need to begin protecting myself better by recording this stuff.  I use to;  but have gotten out of the habit of sitting out, recording, and then leaving the table.  I’ve gotten far to trusting.

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My golf club has re-arranged priorities it seems. I can actually rent a golf cart at seven-thirty in the morning now. The board gave the Chief Grounds Keeper permission to rent them out.

Now all I have to do is figure out where the Grounds Keeper is on the grounds at that time of morning.

To say little of finding a way to drive the half mile across the course to his work area to rent a cart to drive the course. No privately owned vehicles allowed on the course.  You see the problem.

Please.  I know.  But no one except very rich pro-players and their caddies WALK a course anymore. Ah; and a host of judgmental people running the tournaments. I mean, what’s the game for if not for wasting time and the exercise and doing other something’s – like developing a vocabulary. 

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From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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