Wednesday, November 28, 2007


Between strange dreams and the Full Tilt Poker RNG giving out three hands of quads to defeat Full Houses inside fifty hands, I’ve become a one site house dog. And, no, I wasn’t the victim nor the victor.

I mean it.

I’m just not sure which is the stranger – the dream or the sites RNG.

No rant on the FTP business. That is their business, after all. I’m close to putting them in the same category as the old PRO POKER, Coffee Pot, Delta Club sites or a couple of others, which would be a shame to me as I was a BETA user at FTP. Same damn little icon all this time.

Mentioning Pro Poker reminded me the site was the first time I had ever knowingly played with a blogger. One night Chris Halverson was in the seven or eight seat at the mid-low limit tables and mentioned he had a web site and was touring poker sites writing trip reports (which have disappeared from the lexicon recently). Chris isn’t a link as he doesn’t write often anymore, but I generally place his mind in the same level as HDub and Tripjax. Of the three, only Tripjax is currently active in the blogging world. HDub being with FTP in Ireland. Good minds, all. Well above an average.

The one site stuff I’ve devolved to has seen its ups and downs, but is doing so fairly even handedly. From twenty-three bucks to seventy bucks over two hundred plus hands. I don’t make a religion of playing, just carry-on when the mood strikes. Still, you know?

Anyhow, the dreams. Anyone know a medium sized, curly brown haired going salt and pepper on the edges, Dude that read this blog. And commented in his own mind about the last entry? Yeah, him. He reviewed the thing and dwelled on the tbs230 comments for a bit and said; “he’s right, it was funny”, and then his eyes slid to the aircraft thingy and he said that picture was popular on YouTube a while back, then he eyed the dolphin/cow picture again and said: “But, still . .”.

I woke, well, I think I woke, with the distinct thought that he was upset with the post; but not totally disapproving. Strange feeling. An even stranger dream. And then this morning I wake with the thought I might want to mention the incident. I wasn’t told why. Which is disturbing also.

I’ve reviewed that entry, again and again. I have a private policy of not deleting entries, no matter the criticism, because they represent my mood or whatever at the time; and that is, after all, the essence of the personal blog. Still, waking with an imperative isn’t all that pleasant. Especially when one hasn’t a clue as to what is being demanded of one.  

Now. I’ve mentioned the incident.

I cannot say all my every day tensions have dissipated, but I do have the distinct feeling I’ve done the correct thing. I shudder, however, at my tonight’s dreams because in re-reading what has been written I realize nothing of substance has been said. Tonight I will probably be required, in allegory, to learn what it is that I was to write about.

I’m neither the Dolphin, nor the Cow. Although I do have many screen names at the various sites.

Would it be okay if I claimed the same password at each?


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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