Blog One: Introduction
March 23, 2005.
Since this is my first entry I'll give you the lay of the land and the dramatis personae.
I'm 33 years old. I live in Toronto; I have a wife, who's pregnant (due in October) and who will be referred to herein as Mrs. RickJay. She is the best wife in the world, absolutely without doubt or question; your wife is inferior. We live in a little townhouse with three cats and, three nights a week or so, Mrs. RickJay's best friend, who will be referred to herein as Bridget Jones. Bridget eats our food and farts a lot, but she's funny so we let her come over. MY best friend, hereinafter The Geek (because that name will piss him off) lives in San Jose, California. So he doesn't drop by much. I get out there once a year.
We also are visited often by my sister, hereinafter The Cheatin' Bitch, or TCB. She's an aspiring actress/singer. "Cheatin' Bitch" is actually a term of endearment. Long story.
I'm incredibly handsome and brilliantly intelligent. I am an international playboy, industrial magnate, venture capitalist, government spy, and master of interpretive dance. I have won the Wimbledon men's singles title, the Nobel Prize for Chemistry, two Academy Awards, and I was named People's "Sexiest Man Alive" in 1997, 1999, and 2000. I am eight feet tall, weigh 340 pounds, and I have fully bionic, adamantium arms from which I can shoot missles and laser beams.
I work in a job that forces me to travel a lot, which sucks, but otherwise it's a good job. It involves ISO 9001 so don't laugh, but if you have any questions... oh, nobody cares, who'm I kidding?
I love baseball. Love it, love it, love it. I play for a slo-pitch team, the mighty Free Agents. We're looking for sponsors. Drop me a line.
Now on to the mundane blogging.
I've been farting around with online poker, playing for play money, and reading various books and web sites about it. I'm come to a few conclusions:
1. The people who play online poker for play money are complete morons. I took them for all their play money almost effortlessly.
2. The people who write about poker sure know a lot about poker.
3. I am so not prepared to play for money yet.
More thoughts on poker in future blogs.
Since this is my first entry I'll give you the lay of the land and the dramatis personae.
I'm 33 years old. I live in Toronto; I have a wife, who's pregnant (due in October) and who will be referred to herein as Mrs. RickJay. She is the best wife in the world, absolutely without doubt or question; your wife is inferior. We live in a little townhouse with three cats and, three nights a week or so, Mrs. RickJay's best friend, who will be referred to herein as Bridget Jones. Bridget eats our food and farts a lot, but she's funny so we let her come over. MY best friend, hereinafter The Geek (because that name will piss him off) lives in San Jose, California. So he doesn't drop by much. I get out there once a year.
We also are visited often by my sister, hereinafter The Cheatin' Bitch, or TCB. She's an aspiring actress/singer. "Cheatin' Bitch" is actually a term of endearment. Long story.
I'm incredibly handsome and brilliantly intelligent. I am an international playboy, industrial magnate, venture capitalist, government spy, and master of interpretive dance. I have won the Wimbledon men's singles title, the Nobel Prize for Chemistry, two Academy Awards, and I was named People's "Sexiest Man Alive" in 1997, 1999, and 2000. I am eight feet tall, weigh 340 pounds, and I have fully bionic, adamantium arms from which I can shoot missles and laser beams.
I work in a job that forces me to travel a lot, which sucks, but otherwise it's a good job. It involves ISO 9001 so don't laugh, but if you have any questions... oh, nobody cares, who'm I kidding?
I love baseball. Love it, love it, love it. I play for a slo-pitch team, the mighty Free Agents. We're looking for sponsors. Drop me a line.
Now on to the mundane blogging.
I've been farting around with online poker, playing for play money, and reading various books and web sites about it. I'm come to a few conclusions:
1. The people who play online poker for play money are complete morons. I took them for all their play money almost effortlessly.
2. The people who write about poker sure know a lot about poker.
3. I am so not prepared to play for money yet.
More thoughts on poker in future blogs.
1 Comments:
At 8:00 AM, Anonymous said…
I'll have you know that it was ONE PENNY, dammit, and it was an OVERSIGHT.
One day, I will gouge out your eyes and then punch you in the face with your eyeballs still clenched in my fists.
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