Leaps and Boundaries

I haven't been watching television that much lately, mostly because I'm hooked on playing Texas Hold 'Em on the internet. I've become a fairly good player, but what's fun about the game is the people you meet at the table. And I have met several people from many different countries and backgrounds and age groups....dare I say species.

Most of the players are friendly, but there are some assholes who initiate chat just to confront and argue, probably in attempt to distract the other players from the game at hand. And, interestingly enough, I find most of them are young women, sexually flirty profiles, boobs and crouch shots used to solicit chips from the male players, the ones who use "nigga" or "dawg" a lot.

I tend to avoid those conversations, unless of course, one of them "dawgs" attack me simply because I won a hand, or because I wrote "ewwwwww" at a profile picture of an unshaven, bountiful black chick, wearing see through white pants, positioned for an enema. Now, some of these people are painfully stupid as they respond to my interpretation, "you my enema, nigga".

E-n-e-m-y dumb ass, not enema. Geesh. Make friends, not war.

I talked to a guy from the States and he's coming to Vancouver to attend UBC (University of British Columbia) for a Quantum physics conference, which is a branch of science that deals with discrete, indivisible units of energy called quanta as described by the Quantum Theory. I looked it up. And as we were discussing quantum things we were interrupted by some airhead who demanded we leave and to shove our university degrees up our arce.

I was rather impressed she said "arce", but more intrigued that she would think I had a degree, which I don't. And as I sat back and continued to play cards, avoiding her and the dawg's lame intellect, it dawned on me that the only reason she attacked us was because we are here to play cards, not learn.