Yes General,
Winky and I have been in touch all along and all is well here for anyone that wants to know. Some of you might remember that I'm an electrical engineer and own an electronics mfg. company... or maybe I should say it owns me.
If you are wondering where my sympathy's are at now, let me put it this way... any General outranks any Major... I think you get my drift.
And I will also say that there is some very unfinished business that won't go away as long as Generals outrank Majors in my book. But this is also between me and the Shrink and perhaps one other very confused person who I think is worse off than they even think they are.
Out here in the Siskiyou backwoods, when someone tells you emphatically that they don't steal from anyone it's a sure sign that they are a thief. Nothing like a little bit of self riteousness to set everyone straight. Heh heh heh. Inevitably it's headed into a double cross. Anyone heard that song once or twice?
So wise the fock up. I took a year to take care of my personal business and give my rx adventure a good year to sink in and level with myself about who I am about and also knowing who they are right down to the games they play. "Like a slug at heart" as my ex put it bless her soul just for having a soul to begin with. She named the Oregon State Animal the slug but I thought the sucker fish at least deserved an honorable mention. Not really much different from the offshore gambling biz.
Anyway, if you people ever hear anyone refer to themselves as a loyal kind of "non-thievin" friend who claims to be more loyal than stink on shit, here comes Mother Teresa next. It's about to get riteous in the pulpit so watch your back. But that's a ploy that makes its rounds through trailer park USA too. Comes from inbreeding possibly.
Gambling does make for some very strange bedfellows and you never know exactly why some cute little senorita in CR would hang with an old fart like Eduardo just as ONE example. I think she likes the pierced nipples she got him for his birthday. (His and hers.)
But do I care? HA! I would just as soon name a pair of slugs in the garden and call them my pets as call any slug in CR or anywhere a friend. Speaking of slugs and friends and all that, there are a few around here who are just "slugs at heart" but I'll name no names today. But I bet if I had poured a little salt on them when I had the opportunity, they may have just "foamed up" then evaporated. I kick myself for not seeing it coming but then again, I don't walk around with my nose in the dirt sniffing around expecting to find many snakes either. I made some pretty good friends cyberwise between here and CR. I should have paid attention to the writing on the wall that THEY saw a long time ago. There are some good folks in this business and people should just know who they are.
I'm also sorry to say that one very prominent moderator back then didn't know these things and seemed all caught up in being too fair to everyone, especially those who really deserved nothing, good people were hurt, and what's worse, the BM ended up sponsoring a particular Mr. Brown (noser's) offshore gambling site. I guess it just goes to show that you really can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. But sheeeeit, any real player already knows that... unless you're a liberal -- but then after you get tired of being shaken down or rolled in back alleyways, you'll get it one day.
No offense towards Ken, you old haberdasher, your politics are right on and I always did find some humor in knowing you. And sometimes even in spite of yourself, you are still a likeable guy in my eyes. From one Jew to another, I think it's a teflon thing that runs in the Yiddish blood.
Aside from that, there's my 2 hippie friends in San Diego who most of you never met but they provide the grease that keeps this BB up and running. I haven't forgotten you guys. Maybe one day we'll smoke a bowl.
So there you have it. I think you know who you are if I've alluded to your self here and one day, all who need to know will know.
This site was my original home and just consider me a "traveler" in the meantime. I have no loyalties I haven't mentioned, and my enemies are still the same. But it was sort of like contacting some sort of blood poisoning that gets into your veins if you hang out too long and don't realize the creepies are gaining ground. But now I'm pasteurized and once again clean and focused so beware all you envious groupies with an agenda of your own. "I'll be back."
But I will choose the time and place. And I don't bet the bases. Sorry I couldn't share my West Coast expertise with y'all. Beyond my Pac-10 season predictions, I didn't even share much with Winky this go around... like I said I am owned by my biz.
I'd say hello to my friends here but please forgive me if I don't. The list is long and I wouldn't want to forget and offend anyone.
But Ken, we need to talk and we will.
Best wishes to all,
Conan