Monthly Archives: April 2008

it’s not getting any better


Posted by avoque

My computer is now officially fucked.  It worked for a solid 5 days after I got rid of iTunes, but now it’s fucking up and it’s even worse than it was before.  I’m holding off on the inevitable, but I know I’m going to have to format the hard drive and start over.  It has only been 3 years since I got this computer, but I was really hoping I wouldn’t ever have to re-install the OS. Of course, I keep putting it off, so it’s going to be a while before I’m back to my semi-regular-every-few-weeks posting.

 And speaking of things that aren’t getting any better.  I ran for the first time in five months at physical therapy yesterday.  It fucking hurt.  A lot. Like, really a lot.  I’m not sure what I’m going to do.  I have an appointment with my doctor on Wednesday, but I’m really starting to think we’re going to need some more MRIs or scopes or fucking something because it really isn’t getting any better.  I did get to dribble a soccer ball though.  It was awesome; seriously awesome.  We’ll see what the doctor says on Wednesday.


Celebrating Jesus at the Casino


Posted by avoque

Easter weekend was surprisingly light in AC. I guess there are more devout C&E Catholics here than I expected.

I headed out once again with the same couple I went with on Chinese New Year. At the last minute, they talked a friend into going and driving with us. Now I’m not one to envy cars, but when the car is  BMW M5, you can’t help but envy its awesomeness. That car is sick.  Pair it with a crazy driver (crazier than Chinese New Year) and I really thought I was going to die. But I couldn’t help but admire the handling of the car. Unbelievable.

I learned a few things on this trip:

  1. 10/20 Limit is unbelievably soft.  Now I know why F-Train goes on about it all the time.  I had the best time I’ve had playing poker in over a year playing the 10/20 game.  I will hit it again soon.
  2. I find myself playing higher limits in the table games just to get away from the douche-iness that always seems to find its way to me at craps and blackjack tables.
  3. Deep tissue massage is where it’s at.  At the Borgata ask for Sue, she’s amazing.
  4. If you stay in your hotel room past 4pm you will automatically be charged for a second day.  Luckily I talked them into comping the room for me so I didn’t have to pay the $300 for a night we didn’t even spend in the hotel room.

And then I got food poisoning….


Posted by avoque

After talking so much shit about Quiznos and hailing Subway, I got food poisoning from the Subway on 60th and Lex last week; putting off my SXSW and AC (10/20 limit woo!) posts for yet another week. They’re seriously coming though.

Then my fucking computer started blue-screening because of some horrible combination of fucking iTunes and my fucking iPod. “Surprise device removal” apparently wasn’t as important in their regression testing as it was for us with that fucking USB-6008. Oh writing device drivers; those were the party days!

And my excuse for not posting this week?

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Monotonix @ Union Hall 4-7-2008

Fuck yeah motherfucker.

This post brought to you by the big can of fuck you I have in my pocket.


Fuck you Quiznos


Posted by avoque

Quiznos has always been trying to force me to stop eating there. As tasty as the food is, I had a hard time dealing with their commercials. But the turkey bacon guacamole sandwich always won. Today when I went to get the ol’ TBG I realized that Quiznos got rid of the “regular size” and now go with 6″ and 12″ for $6 and $10, respectively. 6″ isn’t enough food. $10 is waaaay the fuck too much to pay for a sandwich at Quiznos. Assclowns.

I walked out and went to Subway instead. Now Subway completely fucked me when they went from the top triangle cut to the traditional pacman cut, but half the morons at Subway were incapable of cutting the triangle properly anyway. They made up for it by adding the itailan herb and cheese bread and by offering to microwave any sandwich for you. And much to my surprise, Subway is running a $5 for a 12″ sub special (in Manhattan at least). That’s a 50% discount (take note, asshats at Quiznos).

So Quiznos, enjoy not having my business indefinitely (or at least until I get really fucking sick of not eating guacamole every day and come crawling back). Fuck you, we’re not friends.

Note: Posts like this are going to have to fill the time until I can get the novel I wrote on my phone out (email connectivity issues from my phone). Seriously I didn’t forget about SXSW, I wrote about a million top three lists for it so I hope I don’t lose this email.