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Ok, so I'm going to try the torrent thing one more time...this'll be Take 3, but my first try outside of the apartment building's internet in Chicago that I think blocked it or something. Could you be a dear and link me to the best place to download a torrent reader thing and the best place to find torrents, specifically the newest house episode? Old buddy old pal?False. Haaaaaave you met beans?
http://www.utorrent.com/http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/5551126/Ho...0.HDTV.XviD-LOLbeans is the only one that regularly talks beer, and he takes breaks. maybe it cracks the top 10, but it hardly deserves its status as one of the Big Three.
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and after 3 days, he is risen!

If you are paying $20 for a haircut, I imagine people assume you did it yourself anyway.

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I heard back from Torre Argentina...they'll let me go and shadow their tech an vets. I'm thinking either this summer or next...I feel like that'd be the right time to meet. We could just talk about cats ALL DAY LONG!
Yaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy! You MUST say hello to Ramingo for me. Unfortunately my favourite, Ambrosino, passed away last year. You will have to tell me if Forrest Gump is still around, and if they ever found Sucre after she ran away again. They only keep the most recent diary entries on the website so I lost track of whether they got her back.
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Maybe this belongs in the 'misreadings thread', but I read this as :My family history is blwkalswid (to be a bit swkfnsisltpgja)
And I read the above as:My family history is a bit awkward.Hmm...
Gratitude.
Yaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy! You MUST say hello to Ramingo for me. Unfortunately my favourite, Ambrosino, passed away last year. You will have to tell me if Forrest Gump is still around, and if they ever found Sucre after she ran away again. They only keep the most recent diary entries on the website so I lost track of whether they got her back.
I'll do my best.
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Brv, you want to work with drug addicts and other really difficult personalities as a therapist.
Wait, really? Is that what brv is doing?
(to be a bit sesquipedalian)
Pow!
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He picked me up, we drove to the commerce. He won, I lost. It's $40 buy in 1-2 NL, and people were playing like it was limit. It was a very unique experience.After that we went to Hooters in Anaheim, we missed a bikini contest by about 30 minutes. There were a few chicks I really would have liked to see in the contest, and a bunch that you would have liked to see in the contest.Exciting, huh!?
What a great storyteller you are.
I've met quite a few online people in real life. I plan to meet all of you someday. West-coasters: I'm coming for you this summer.Or you know... not. It's not that I wouldn't want to, just that no one wants to meet me *una furtiva lagrima*
One way to avoid meeting me is to strike my city entirely from your itinerary even though its one of the largest and most obvious attractions on the coast of California.
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Wait, really? Is that what brv is doing?
That's my understanding, though I could be wrong.If I ever did want to deal with blood/poop/other animal secretions, the one place I'd want to do it is the Elephant Sanctuary in Tennessee.
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It's not that I wouldn't want to, just that no one wants to meet me
LIES!
For Speedz and Brv, just some thoughts I've had bubbling around recently:I admire you both for your courage. Speedz, I love animals, and I could deal with caring for them and seeing them sick, but I could never deal with seeing the results of neglect or, worse, deliberate abuse. You are willing to face that head-on and fix it. Brv, you want to work with drug addicts and other really difficult personalities as a therapist. That, too, is a willingness to face deep pain head-on, and it's incredibly courageous of you to take on their pain and work with it.My family history is bifurcated (to be a bit sesquipedalian): my father's side is loving and awesome, my mother's side abusive in many ways. Until my parents divorced and my dad raised me as a single parent, I was abused by her and someone on her side (his side had no idea). Anyway, to be face-to-face with the abuse of animals or really destructive people returns me to being that helpless child paralyzed by fear. I'm trying to leave the world better than I found it in some really abstract ways (furthering Shakespeare scholarship), but I can't do the kind of front-line work that both of you are committed to.
Thanks for the kind words, but when it's something you love, it's not real actual courage, it's just fun and rewarding.
I heard back from Torre Argentina...they'll let me go and shadow their tech an vets. I'm thinking either this summer or next...I feel like that'd be the right time to meet. We could just talk about cats ALL DAY LONG!
Wow. This seems like a pretty big deal, is it not? Congrats. You should go this summer, so they can't change their minds.
Wait, really? Is that what brv is doing?
Yes.
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What a great storyteller you are.
So tell it the way it was meant to be told.
If I ever did want to deal with blood/poop/other animal secretions, the one place I'd want to do it is the Elephant Sanctuary in Tennessee.
You don't do anything halfway, apparently.
Thanks for the kind words, but when it's something you love, it's not real courage, it's just fun and rewarding.
COME ON!
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COME ON!
See! Speedz agrees, but didn't want me to tell.
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So at the commerce we are playing 9 handed I believe and a white guy in his 50's sits down. The dealer asks him if he has a players card. He looks at her straight faced and says "I do not answer that question." Everyone sorta smirks, thinking the guys is trying to be funny. But then those sequence of events repeat themselves. The first hand he plays, I raise him with nothing, he folds, gets up and leaves. It was very odd.I get short stacked, which is losing in bet in that game. I re-reaise all in w AQ, guy has A10, 10 on flop. Rebuy.A little bit later I call OTB with 10 7o/s, about 6 players in the pot, which is the norm.. Flop comes 10 7 6. Check around, I bet, 1 caller, everyone else folds. turn A. I bet, he calls. river blank, he bets, I don't have much more than his bet so I put it all in. He turns over 89 for the flopped nuts.We decide to leave after that.Being that it's almost midnight, and there is nothing left to do in that area, and I had my fill of Asians we headed back towards Anaheim, I remembered there was a Hooters near the hotel, and figured we could get some beers. Go there around 11:45 and it was packed. Tried to buy my wife a hooter shirts and all they had was Xtra Larges. So I passed. They were technically closed, but they let us in for a beer after some sweet talking. One of the waitresses had a ridiculous body, and a tiny bikini over her Hooters outfit that VB and I agreed that we would like to see her in just that bikini, or nothing at all.

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Dilemma: I want to point out that this is post #170,000 and page 8,500, but I don't feel I'm due the honor of rounding off the numbers in a thread I'm so new to. But if I don't mention it, then the post might be something like

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Dilemma solved, I guess. What it really should be is an epic story from either Wang or Beans, though.
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You need to switch to 40 posts per page.

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So tell it the way it was meant to be told.
PART ONEIt was a clear, crisp night. Palm trees wrapped in festive lights lined the wide streets, hoping to spread the wonder outside the borders of the park. The dream of Disneyland was felt as a gravitational pull, affecting everything in its radius, cartoonifying even the gas stations and convenience stores. Here, close to its epicenter, everyone temporarily becomes a tourist, even those just passing through to pick up strange men met on an internet poker forum. I pulled in to the hotel parking lot and came to a stop. He was standing silently. A wide grin through a scruffy beard barely visible beneath the shadow of his sombrero was strangely accompanied by the wild-west showdown sound. I looked side to side, seeking the source of the sound, but saw only a tumbleweed skip by the window. He climbed in to the passenger seat, ignoring the clink of his bullet strap, and reached out for a handshake. As we pulled away from the hotel I noticed him looking perplexed at the blue fur left behind on his hand. We were off to the Commerce Casino, mecca for the poker elite, monument to pseudo-vegas kitsch, magnet for degeneracy and home of the Vietnamese problem gambling community. The trip was short, and after we toured the giant statues of Something Roman and Something Kind of Egyptian, we took our seats at the table and took in the various characters who would be both our company and our competition.
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I met a couple of FCPers in Vegas. It was not really awkward at all. Most of the people in this thread are interesting enough that you should be able to find conversation.I am getting turned down for a lot of jobs but a few interviews are sneaking through the cracks. I am cautiously optimistic I will be employed within two weeks.

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I'm still half convinced that all of you are either 8 year olds randomly slapping away at a keyboard or some incredibly sophisticated AI aimed at constructing a survey of human stupidity. For the record.

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One way to avoid meeting me is to strike my city entirely from your itinerary even though its one of the largest and most obvious attractions on the coast of California.
I've been there..... it's a beach, with volleyball nets, people rollerblading on the pavement, and a lot of tacky t-shirt vendors.
Dilemma: I want to point out that this is post #170,000 and page 8,500, but I don't feel I'm due the honor of rounding off the numbers in a thread I'm so new to.
Actually it was page 4250.
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I've been there..... it's a beach, with volleyball nets, people rollerblading on the pavement, and a lot of tacky t-shirt vendors.
A man must defend his city. While LA is known for its superficial hollywood crap, it is actually not a cultural vacuum. In addition to tacky t-shirt vendors, we have a beautiful, world-class hilltop art museum,museu_meier.getty.lg.jpgone of the world's finest concert halls,Disney-Hall_exterior.jpga paleonotological extravaganza,La%20Brea%20Tar%20Pits.jpga fabulous observatorygriffith_composite.jpgand of course, some of the finest restaurants, music, and theatre on this side of the mississippi.All that and muscle guys working out on the beach.
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I'm still half convinced that all of you are either 8 year olds randomly slapping away at a keyboard or some incredibly sophisticated AI aimed at constructing a survey of human stupidity. For the record.
Ooh, this is uncomfortable. You're new here, so you may not know this, but the "I'm pretty sure none of you are real people" shtick is kind of my thing. Soooo...yeahhhh
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I'm having fun saying nay today.

we have a beautiful, world-class hilltop museum
A museum of something, or just a generic museum? Maybe of hilltops?
one of the world's finest concert halls,
You mean, ugliest?
a paleonotological extravaganza
You did who to my what now?
a fabulous observatory
Mostly used to zoom in on the playboy mansion.
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If I ever did want to deal with blood/poop/other animal secretions, the one place I'd want to do it is the Elephant Sanctuary in Tennessee.
You don't do anything halfway, apparently.
They're Indian/African, so PC and Buddhist points there, and I suspect they're way up there in terms of intelligence, so their suffering is highly akin to human suffering, and relieving it a somewhat higher priority for me than, say, treating a sick fish or some crap-tempered bird. Birds are assholes.
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