8561 - Fart Knocker. Heh.
Sep. 18th, 2006 06:10 amWent to the Seminole Casino on Coconut Creek as a mini-walkabout. I dropped a few bucks, trying slots, and I *really* don't get it. I totally felt like a monkey pushing a bar to get a banana pellet.... the only trouble was, I had to feed the machine banana pellets to make it work. Poorly.
Not really on a par with the hard rock, but interesting to see the variety of machines and people doing the pushbutton thing. Retirees, doctor-types in scrubs, people smoking and eating chili dogs, all poking that spin button over and over again, putting in bills of all denominations, or the really hardcore just using some special sort of debit card.
I'll just keep my banana pellets to myself, and cut out the pellet-stealing machine, thank you very much. My Fave machine to look at was was "Blues Brothers" themed... most were branded in some way, Wheel of Fortune, Monopoly, and Tobasco Hot Pepper sauce all had slot machines.
Poker was upstairs, and doubly smoky... I couldn't find the high-speed bingo anywhere.
Odd that the Seminole Flag is very similar to the German Flag, but with a white bar on top. I guess there are only so many color combinations you can hit with stripes, before you have some replication going on.
Slept soundly last night, with odd dreams of being underwater.. maybe because the road trip in October might include the Georgia Aquarium, now? It's so big that they have flippin' whale sharks! Maybe I won't have to wait until my last day on earth to visit a chunk of the great barrier reef, after all? A little scary... I saw Jaws 3-D, after all.
Reclusive German, reading reclusively in his grotto? Sounds right.

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You are Ludwig II, the Swan King of Bavaria!
Born with the name of Otto, you became Ludwig at the request of your grandfather, King Ludwig I, because you were born on his birthday. You became Crown Prince at the tender age of 3, and soon after stole a purse from a shop on the basis that everything in Bavaria belonged to you. Tragedy struck when your pet tortoise was taken away; relatives thought the six-year-old prince was too attached to it. Your childhood was lonely and formal. Once, you were prevented from beheading your younger brother by the timely arrival of a court official. From the age of 14 you suffered from hallucinations.
Despite striking an imposing figure with your great height and good looks, your speeches were pompous to the point of incomprehensibility. You became even more of a recluse, often spending hours reading poetry in a seashell-shaped boat in your electrically-illuminated underground grotto.
You are most famous for building three fairytale castles - Linderhof, Neuschwanstein and Herrenchiemsee - at tremendous public expense. Declared insane and confined to your bedroom by concerned (and embarrassed) subjects, you escaped on 13 June 1886, but were later found drowned with your physician in Lake Stamberg in mysterious circumstances.
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1 year ago - calvin-faced kid, GROW, hung out w/ Dan, icons, net vibes, power dresser, newt pics, he-man's cover of what's up
2 years ago - 50 first dates, Ghost in the shell 2, King Kong, ape man
3 years ago - on call wakeup, misc work, talk like a pirate day coming up, MOND - (Modified Newtonian Dynamics)
4 years ago - Isidore, nearby hobby store, swapped a bunch of old MtG for MK, speed of light broken, Carpe Vultus, freeflow work and slack, palm doodles, riaa/piracy hits work
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Date: 2006-09-18 11:30 am (UTC)And WOW! That IS one impressive aquarium.
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Date: 2006-09-18 12:55 pm (UTC)That is a heck of a lot of fishies!
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Date: 2006-09-18 01:02 pm (UTC)Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
or, what happens when people breed with cousins
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Date: 2006-09-18 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 01:18 pm (UTC)The chilidogs were a little stinky. reminded me of gamers. ;)
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Date: 2006-09-18 01:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 01:26 pm (UTC)How Dumb Are You?
A Rum and Monkey stupidity.
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Date: 2006-09-18 01:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 01:36 pm (UTC)What kind of looter am I? You decide!
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Date: 2006-09-18 01:43 pm (UTC)Contextually, they might carry a faint fragrance of pretzel rods or bagels... that was the repast of choice with them.
mmm... pretzel rods.
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Date: 2006-09-18 01:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 02:55 pm (UTC)Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
I rock the pink, I do.
Date: 2006-09-18 02:56 pm (UTC)Sometime Marquis of Tichfield, Earl of Portland, Viscount Woodstock, Baron of Cirencester, co-heir to the Barony of Ogle and renowned as the finest judge of horseflesh in England, you took the tradition of aristocratic eccentricity to unprecedented heights. Having inherited the stately home of Welbeck Abbey, you proceeded to construct miles of underground tunnels and a ballroom, in pink, beneath it. The ballroom was complete except for one small detail. It had no floor. Despite this vast home, you lived exclusively in a suite of five rooms, each one also pink.
Having been turned down by your opera singer objet d'amour, Adelaide Kemble, in your youth, you suffered a broken heart and never married. This did not stop you from caring deeply about the wellbeing of your servants. Occasionally you would even help them muck out the stables. However, you did not neglect discipline, forcing disobedient underlings to skate themselves to exhaustion on your subterranean skating rink. Servants were given strict instructions regarding conduct: if they met you in a corridor, they were to ignore your existence while you froze to the spot until they were out of sight; and a chicken was to be kept roasting at all times in case you felt like sneaking into the kitchen for a snack.
You became ever more eccentric with age. You built another tunnel, this time to the railway station, through which you would ride your carriage. When you reached the station your carriage, with you inside, would be hoisted up onto the train in its entirety.
Upon your death, your multitude of titles passed to your cousin, who was obliged to delve into your curious domain to find your body once the servants had reported your absence. Entering your private rooms, he found that, aside from a commode in the centre of your bedroom, the only objects in the whole suite were hundreds of hatboxes, each containing a single brown wig.
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Date: 2006-09-18 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 04:04 pm (UTC)Pretzel rods... mmmm
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.
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Date: 2006-09-18 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 04:15 pm (UTC)What's your bagel flavor of choice?
Pretzel rods are perfect gamer food, plus, in a pinch, you can make log cabins out of 'em.
The cat will not clean up the little pretzel sticks, however. sorry, D'Art!
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Date: 2006-09-18 04:35 pm (UTC)Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
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where is my wig?
Date: 2006-09-18 04:45 pm (UTC)What I don't understand is how my underground ballroom had no floor... i had a bottomless pit?
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Date: 2006-09-18 04:56 pm (UTC)Re: where is my wig?
Date: 2006-09-18 04:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 05:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-18 05:10 pm (UTC)Re: where is my wig?
Date: 2006-09-18 05:11 pm (UTC)