Monday, April 04, 2005
Little bunny foofoo, pedicures and dressing rooms.It's going to be a bumpy ride, for sure. I've got a like a billion different news stories I'd love to reference, but I want to talk more about anything but poker (omg i had another poker dream last nite! it's getting worse than my tetris phase in highschool, where I'd dream about the pieces rotating, what was the best lay, 90, 180, 270, 360... rollrollroll... I had to quit playing since all I could dream of was tetris when it should have been chiffon and boys. or at least I'm told...) Okay, here's one to start but then I get to post some pics. :) [insert=obligatory pink bunny wsop ebay poker blog blurb here]. I think the guy's got it, finally. I'm hoping it was a joke when it was at 150k, and then at 20k (the fun is in the bidding Jeremy found out, bidders want to see their names up over y over when you check ebay's bid histories for these silly auctions), but snagged a little over 15k from no reserve. Third times the charm... I don't think he really started off trying to snag 150k, but just some publicity (natch)-- and figured out that true life is stranger than fiction. Best of luck, I'm always a fan of entrepreneurs. But don't think I was manipulated into your plan of co-opting bloggers to talk about you-- I hate being part of anyone's master plan. Well, I think I'd be part of *one* person's master plan, but that's neither here nor there about the bunny ;) So back on Jeremy's horizon is the fact he has duped (or at least brought into the light a question of ethics, online personas, value in "working" online) several? online new players signing up for their new accounts by co-opting the affiliate bonus code name "granny" as a quixote affiliate... an obvious play to snag 2+2 denziens into thinking it was the referral code for Granny Mae. The cat's out of the bag, and all I can think of is the zoo riled up may be deja vu from easter all over again. See, I think there is a value to the voice and idea of persona online. I'm here in this chair so much, rattling away on a clicky keyboard like this was the tongue and mouth for more time during the day than I am willing to admit... so yeah I think there is someone here behind *timesnewroman12ptfont* and that voice shouldn't be co-opted by someone wanting to make a fast/easy buck. I actually thought that Jer & GM must have been one in the same, as Jer referenced using the granny code a while back and I assumed a2+b2=c2... Reminds me of the casino that bought a political election domain once the party was done with it (warning: canada!)... tre brillig, but manipulative. [/poker bunnies] (I wish I had a link for yall on that one!) Okay enough about Jeremy, more about ME! So I declared myself winner of the thumb war this weekend and took the afternoon off by myself, with no destination in mind but just to do things I don't ever really do. And a side goal to declare everything around me sexy or not. Thanks for the inspiration: I'd never have consciously described a blended iced coffee as sexy, nor a bagel and cream cheese, but now I know my subconsious has declared both so. Didn't look as good for BART or BART elevators though. 1) Never shopped at the g@p before. ::gasp:: I know, I know... my justification was in returning a too small and too pink sweater gift, and I found myself trying on every pair of jeans in my size in the store. For reals, I was there for like 2 hours... the salesgirl (sexy) almost fainted when I told her I'd never shopped at the g@p before. They have wonderful fitting rooms though. I had "little red riding hood" running thru my head all day (sexy)...  Obligatory fitting room story you'll hear from me eventually so why not now?: Boyfriend at the time (Batt) and I were in Victoria's Secret bra shopping (me, not him... though there was one Batt who enjoyed wearing my tops when we'd make out), in their fitting rooms. This VC had the indulgent dressing rooms, not the white chipping paint slatboard kind, but floor to ceiling heavy wooden doors, red and gold velvety wallpaper, huge mirror. The door though, it was slick dark brown... not hollow like some doors but had a heft and burnished brass hardware and real doorknob to the real room. So, "hey! come here... what do you think? no, i'm not stepping into the hallway, come here and see..." click. "what do you think? i like it too. okay, thanks, i'll be right out." thud. aK(a): absence of click. crap. After five minutes of rattling and coaxing the knob (quietly, as to not feel like any more of asses than we felt already), "hello? yeah, um could you unlock the door for u-, uh, me... i got stuck in here..." click. "thanks, uh, he was just here to, help me, decide if i liked it"... all the while Batt stumbling around weirded out salesgirl convinced we'd just joined some vicki's secret mile high club on her shift. I did buy the bra though, it's tough to find one I actually like. 2) Manicure y pedicure. Pedi first, since there's nothing like the pleasure of having your feet manipulated by an unknown asian woman in a facemask (except maybe central air), who will then proceed to scrub your feet til tingly and drop them into a footspa while you silently are afraid of her cutting you is cutting into the enjoyment of it all... (I took a pic of my feet in the water, but it's just too weird, feet thing.) I will admit this was my first manicure outside those from the sisters' late night play with mom's makeup and nailpoishes nites... so I'm "thinking" that if I have fake nails put on, I won't bite them anymore (ugly chronic oral fixation habit, I know I know...) Putting this theory forward I am surprised to have my hand being steadied by another asian woman in a facemask who is SANDING the tops of my nails off with a rotory sander the perfect size for the job... It is all I can do to yank my hand away and run out the door (but my toenails were still wet!) so away she goes and I've got yucky rough nail tops that will take forever to grow out (I totally didn't think this thru) ... abridged: I have these hard, not quite mine nails now and am kinda ambivalent about them. They look cool, but they're fake. Like, solid fever fake. :) I can feel their presence in a way I don't feel anything else. Like the way you feel your nose cold when it's snowing out, but not when its status quo (at least sq for berkeley), I never noticed the feeling of my nails before, but their new weight and bendy, shapely form make me conscious of my fingertips and convince me there has got to be a good use for these hands somewhere. At least they don't interfere with the knitting... clappy's going well, thanks for asking-- 4+1(th) dropped row already of 12.  3) Finally, knitting and coffee and cream cheese bagel. I'd never had cream cheese before (really, I'm okay thanks) but figured that today when he (sexy) asked me if I wanted cream cheese too, the billion people in the world who had had cream cheese before couldn't be so wrong. How addicting is cream cheese, btw?! I had to stop myself from going to get another bagel with a full inch of cream cheese sandwichstyle today... I'd also never had the nerve to knit outside the house (in the closet? in the bin... one day I'll post a pic of the ever burgeoning yarn stash in the 96 quart box at my feet (sexy))-- but I just decided to pack up a little knitting bag and see if I got the nerve up...  Winning at Internet Poker for dummies was my reading material when my pies were at the mercy of the sweetest woman in front of the foot spa with a razorblade and pumice stone, and the knitting and camera underneath that... Which reminds me, I owe lots of ladies an apology. Not that anyone's reading :) but I went off on purses etc the other day and really felt like a big old hypocrite toting a purse around. Also realized I can fit much less stuff in pants that aren't sized by waist (mens) nor have "cargo" anything about them... and may start carrying one myself since not much more than me can fit into these jeans (see: what not to say to your date.) ::whew:: So I have more about the day but I think I'm more bored of myself now than with poker :) Signing off here, will restart a real news-ish post later (pink bunny guy can stay here with my cream cheese and fitting room stories; i guess this post is an e!news equiv, not even jealous of its six o clock older brother.) aK gamesgrid
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