Friday, March 28, 2008

Having taken the day off to rest up for the weekend, I found myself without much structure. So my mind wandered.

I thought about going over to Friend Out East’s place and engaging him in a verbal battle of the ridiculous, I would challenge him with refuting the premise that God killed off the dinosaurs sixty-five million years ago and allowed human kind to flourish just so he would have someone to talk: About, To, and Tease.

I re-thought that thought when I reviewed some of the things he has done in the near past, and one or two he did when he had somewhat more energy than he now displays. I didn’t really want to hear him invent such creatures as Lady Luck and Mistress Variance just to confuse me when I was hot on the trail of “Proof” that human kind was of more stimulating company than the ‘saurs.

Then I got to thinking that if I didn’t visit him about that, then I’d whip out a short piece to struggle with the politics of Links vs. actual visits to a linked site vs. actually clicking on those ads some sites put up vs. the . . I won’t do that though.

The main reason I won’t is because those that have favorite sites with Ads will probably click on through the Ads as a courtesy and an income generator for the favorite site, and I’m sure I have no way of proving that the site clicked through didn’t even link the site of the reader in the first place.

That line of thought did get me to thinking about how many of the readers would click an Advert just to give that writer money. Those thoughts soon complicated themselves beyond my deciphering them and arranging them to write about.

All of which has confused me and I’ve lost track of what I really had in mind. I know it was important, as I was watching FOX News when the impulse struck me to write.

I did double my buy-in today, directly after fussing with Full Tilt Poker and their cashier thing.

They really did a job on that re-write. I just happened to want a deposit while they had the switch in the wrong position. I imagine there was a line of irate letters from Belfast going West that inundated London on the far end. Poor Souls.

Now I’m good for Kats Martini.

I Googled “Sluts in poker” and received one million, six hundred thousand returns. I did notice several of the poker blogs in there, but was somewhat amazed that we had over a million sluts about. I also noticed that the vast majority of the hits seemed to be generated by males.

There must be some conclusion to be drawn from that.

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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