Ninjas On A Beach?!
So I got all my boxes out of storage today and heaped ‘em in a pile on my floor to figure out just how much I crap I’ve got to take back to Wisco with me. The good news: not a whole lot. The very good news: I found my Sega Dreamcast. (This is the great kinda day where there’s only good and better news!) So for the last hour I’ve been playing Streets of Rage 2 on the Sega SmashPack disc. I used to play Streets of Rage with Big Show all the time back in middle school, cuz he was just the sort of non-conformist that had a Sega Genesis instead of the Super Nintendo. He even bought the SegaCD add on (Night Trap! Yes!) Anyways, I used all my continues and got halfway through Stage 6 before being brought low by a simultaneous attack from a man on a jetpack and a guy that looked like a mechanized Blanka from Street Fighter 2. Streets of Rage 2 is 95% easy and 5% fucking impossible, and it’s that 5% that eats all your Continues. Next up: Golden Axe and maybe later on some Phantasy Star II.
I got back in the gym today and then was all, “What was I procrastinating for, this is great!” Hopefully tomorrow will also work out nicely.
The cold run of cards on pokerroom continues. I took a 2nd in a $10 Turbo SNG today, but that’s about it. Perchance PR is punishing me for doing a $500 cash out. I’ll beat you someday pokerroom.com.
For a while today my house was clean as a fiddle, but now I done gone and messed it up again tearing through boxes while I look for shit to throw away.
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Man, I totally forgot to talk about going to the city on Friday night. Jordan and Adam (coworkers), and sundry friends-of-friends made it a very exciting night at the karaoke bar. A very exciting night at the karaoke bar– indeed. Afterwards I stayed at Cal’s house and then got up in the morning to have breakfast/lunch (wish there was a word for that) with Cal, his girlfriend Emily, and Emily’s sister. Along the way we got to see the public park where gay men flop their genitals out for passing trains, Noe Valley’s penchant for families with children (Only 11,000 in all of San Francisco according to Cal’s Made-Up Numbers Reference), and Cal’s Favoritest German Knick-Knack Store in all of San Francisco. A good day indeed, sir.
Back to the grindstone. Two weeks until San Diego (nee Tijuana).






