Half Assed

WARNING: Navel gazing entry ahead.

I've lived in this teeny, tiny, wonderful little town for almost 8 months now. And I've been asking (axing, to those who keep it most real) myself:

Have I given up? It's a conversation that my wife and I have had a few times recently.

Here's the deal: I moved to Minneapolis to conquer everything. And I mean EVERYTHING: The music scene (was in a band), the writing scene (was working on a book...still am), the whole SCENE scene, man. I had friends in the music scene, the literary scene, the art scene. My time was NOW.

It never happened.

So, I decided to get away from the big, scary city, get back to my comfy roots, and live in this town. And I've sort of wondered if I've just given up. On life, on ambitions, on everything.

My decision: No. (My friend may disagree with me, but I think it's true.)

Here's what I HAVE realized:

I do everything half assed. Everything.

Whether it's guitar playing, writing, blogging, poker playing, masturbating, whatever...

Half ASSED.

Not really sure what to do with that right now, since it's a fairly recent discovery. I mean, I guess I've known it all along, but didn't really come to the "discovery" until now.

Wow, does that sound like I just came out of the closet or what??

Anyway, I feel like my life has been summed up by a Homer Simpson quote: "If something's not worth doing half assed, it's not worth doing at all."

That's me, in a nutshell.

Comments? Questions? Concerns/and/or inspirations?

(I'll probably only skim your responses, since that's how I apparently roll)

COMPLAINT

I know I haven't posted here much lately. Life has been busy.

BUT...

I have a complaint.

Although I haven't blogged here much lately, I still comment on other people's blogs.

Why in the HELL do some of you bloggers moderate your comments? It's annoying, precocious, and arrogant.

Hell, some of you so called "free-speech-don't-tread-on-me-wanting-to-play-online-poker-I'll-cut-you-with-a-wooden-spoon" advocates moderate your comments, so I call bullshit on you.

"Wah, wah, wah, I get spammed with people trying to sell shit".

Who cares? Delete them later when you have the time (and don't tell me that you bitches don't check your hits/comments on a regular basis ).

Seriously, let the people comment who want to comment.

You damn Commies.

Happy St. Patty's Day!

"Where's my Pot O' Gold, bitches??"

Puke-a-licious

I am so sick of poker, I could vomit.

Donkfest 2007

OK, it was a donkfest-almost-freeroll, but I play these things to test my mettle at MTTs and to get more practice dealing with the adversity that comes with large fields. I'm really happy with my showing here.

Plus, I made a whopping $0.33 for my effort. W00t!

4400+ entered. I placed 87th.

Oh, Hello...

Didn't see you there.

Not much poker content here today (besides getting screwed by Full Tilt on the BloggerPods tourney)...

No, I've decided to take the plunge into being a part-time Ebay Seller.

Things go well. Much easier than trying to get affiliate bucks, I'll tell you what.

Buy low, sell high, and make sure you make a couple bucks on shipping.

Easy enough.

I started 5 days ago, and my profit from just selling worthless stuff from around the house is nearing the $100 mark.

I shall take it, beetches.