Not to be outdone by Patty’s last story..  I have one of my own!  Now let me start this off by saying I usually watch the dice as close to 100% as I can.  When I send five dice out.. I don’t look at the three dice I’m dragging back to the bowl.  I just know I’ve got them with the stick and can get them to my hand without looking.

This time though.. I was apparently so intent on something I put myself into a trance or something.  I send out two dice to the shooter and stare at his hand.  That’s when I had a brain cloud moment or something as I’m just staring apparently at his hand without really seeing anything.. just staring blankly as the shooter has already thrown the dice.

His hand is still in the layout though, down on the table and by gawd I’m staring at it completely oblivious to him having already chucked the dice.  It’s all a split second to me sorta as I’m out of it seemingly but I’m sure it must have seemed an eternity to the rest of the people on the game.  People wondering what the hell’s going on etc… in the back of my mind I hear other base in the distance “Seven out!” and I remember thinking “why in the HELL would Rueben be rooting OUT LOUD for a seven? wtf?”

Then the box calls it and I’m like “huh, whaaa?” and kinda come around and decide I had better “take my eyes off the dice” to look and see what all the commotion is.  I see base out there on other side moving out toward…… two dice on the layout, 6-1.  Well pooh.. wth I thought, now back from LALA land.  The damage is done though.

I think this brain cloud is terminal, I only have six months to live.

Player throws in $6 (a nickel and a penny) says, “6 and 8 hard”. Stick picks up cheques, looks at player, sets cheques down. Picks up cheques, looks at player, sets cheques down. Says to player, “which one do you want the nickel on, my friend?”  

A few minutes later as I’m relaying this comical story to Frankie B, player on his game throws in $6 and says, “6 and 8 hard”. Without missing a beat, Frankie B responds, “Which one would you like the nickel on sir”. Now Master Chin is all confused….. DIce are out…..

[Arthas] says: …and then I’ll murder my father.
[Uther] has gone offline.
[Uther] has come online.
[Uther] says: Sorry, D/C’d. Did you say something?
[Arthas] says: Nope.

More ate xkcd.com

Came across this, found it interesting and wanted to share it:

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous ‘yes.

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else—the small stuff. ‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

‘Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children and grandchildren. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner.

Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first—the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.’

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’

The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.

So I am sitting patiently at the light waiting to finish my trek to work. I see this red compact beater make a left across the intersection. Written in black marker, on the driver’s door, was the phrase,”Level 70 Elite Pizza Delivery Guy.” With an arrow pointing towards the driver. I rush to work to share this with you mmorpg guys, but alas it is Sunday and you are all off pillaging. You know killing the women, raping the sheep and pruning the hedges of many small villages. So beware he is out there.

Thanks Demus for pointing it out!

For Tard’s old D&D days..

Superman owns a pair of Chuck Norris pajamas.

 What have I started?