Poker in the Rear

ahh such good lolz

http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/tue...er---florida-s-voter-registration-law

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So I'm heading to Korea for a work event. Anyone gonna be around? Arriving in Seoul on the 13th and will be in Korea for 1 week. Hit me up if you're in country =)

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CPU: Intel(R) Core™ i5-2550K 3.40 GHz 6MB Intel Smart Cache LGA1155 HDD: 1TB SATA-III 6.0Gb/s 32MB Cache 7200RPM HDD (Single Drive) MEMORY: 8GB (2GBx4) DDR3/1600MHz Dual Channel Memory (Corsair Vengeance) MOTHERBOARD: * [CrossFireX] Asus P8Z68-V LX Intel Z68 Chipset DDR3 ATX Mainboard LucidLogix Virtu and Intel Smart Response Technology & 7.1 HD Audio, GbLAN, USB3.0, 2x SATA-III RAID,2 3 PCIe Gen2, 2 PCIe X1 & 2 3CI (All Venom OC Certified) VIDEO: NVIDIA GeForce GTX 560 1GB 16X PCIe Video Card

/me so excited, my current comp hasn't been able to play new games for several years now

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I wanna get a tablet to travel with and use on campus, but I hate using apple products (don't get me wrong, they're usually quite good but I just don't like their approach, it's a preference thing). So, from what I've see over the last 4 months while occasionally researching on the web, that leaves me with either the Samsung Galaxy or the Asus Transformer Prime.

I think Samsung is coming out with a note 10.1 and that Asus is preparing a special edition of the Transformer Prime with a better screen and a fix to some gps problems.

That's the jist of what I know - what do you guys know / think about the tablet market, and what's the best non-apple choice right now? And is it worth it to wait for something that's coming out, like the note 10.1 or special edition Primes?

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I'm about to go into googling mode, but just in case there's somewhere here who understands how amazon organizes search results and what the trick is to getting a DVD pushed up to the front page of results. What does amazon factor in? I'm doing the obvious stuff like adding tags and getting people to add reviews. What else?

Thank you to anybody who can help out =)

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The black and white demonic cat hissed at me.

“Ain’t you a sweeeetie!” I said.

It was crawling over the brown couch and dodging all the holes where couch stuffing came out. A fucking psychotic cat crossing a minefield of fluff, heading towards my end of the couch. I reached out to pet it and the damn fuck swiped a claw at my hand.

“Ah don’ you wuvv me sooo much pussy!”

“Leave my fucking cat alone you animal!” she screamed at me from the kitchen. I could see her back through the door to my left, and the cat kept approaching me from the right. A crazy pussy on either side of me. They had me trapped. The pussy ruled the world and I was a victim of it, a loving victim.

“Shit, I’m scared of this thing like it’s ten fucking feet tall!” I said, throwing my hands up in the air. As my hands flew up the little runt cat, couldn’t weigh more than 3, 4, pounds, lunged at my flying hands and slashed me right along my right knuckles.

“HOLY SHIT!” I said.

The cat was giving a screeching meow.

“What the fuck did you do now you lazy pig shit motherfucker!” she screamed at me.

“YOUR FUCKING PUSSY! YOUR FUCKING PUSSY ATTACKED ME!” I said while standing up. The cat was on the floor now, facing me with its back arched and its mouth hissing, slowly backing away like I would do something to it, like I would try revenge on my oppressor. It was smart to be wary. Normally I would run and hide from the brute, but not this time. This was the end of it.

I lunged at the cat and threw my right foot at its undercarriage. I was a fucking field goal kicker and this was the winning point. The window across the room was the damn goal posts and I was gonna drive it home, baby, I was gonna score one for all the oppressed males of the world. And I connected too, that cat meowed so loud I thought the fire alarm was gonna go off, or was going off, and it caught air, hit that high point right below the roof, seemed to float for a second, and then descended. Fell. It hit the wall about 2 ft to the right of the window and I cursed the fucking roof and all above it (including those fucking neighbors up there who woke up every morning at 6 am and stomped around in army boots or some shit) until I was out of breathe.

When I stopped cursing I saw her standing in the kitchen door and her face was shocked. The cat was running into the bedroom, hobbling along, wounded, hopefully dying. She had one hand over her mouth. I looked at her and shrugged, sat down. Life was good. That fucking devil pussy had been put in its place. It usually ruled me. One night I went to the bathroom and when I opened the door that little cat was sitting there. I tried to be nice, “Hey kitty kitty,” but that shit didn’t work and the fucker swiped at me. I was bare foot and in my shorts, and there was no way I was trying to get past that razor clawed feline when I was exposing so much skin. So I sat on the pot and looked at myself in the mirror for ten minutes, constantly opening the door to see if she was gone. Today was my victory; today the man in the top hat was chalking down a line in my column for a win.

“Serves the cunt right! Right dear?” I said. I looked back at the kitchen door and she was in it still, but now one hand was behind her back and her face looked unnaturally calm. She never looked calm, not even after she came, though maybe she never did cum. If woman would just stop faking it all the god damned time maybe we would learn to do it better, but since they fake, we just perform what we want.

“Tony, darling, dear, dearest. Why did you kick my cat?”

“Ah, that cats a street rat! We don’t need that thing around here anyway! Shit, you feed that thing better than you feed me!”

“But, Tony, honey… I love my cat. Don’t you love my cat?” she said as she started walking towards me, ever so slowly, hand still behind the back and her brown hair pulled back tight. She had killer lips and a kind of big nose, but the lips made up for the nose and her slot made up for the craziness.

“FUCK that cat! I love my own mother more than I love that cat, and you know I love a bum’s own shit more than I love my mother!” I said. I guess today was the day that I made a stand. No more submissive Joe Schmo, no more punching bag to pussy-kind. I wondered if I should be scared by the light tone and the hand behind the back and the slow walking, but it didn’t matter to me. I pulled my glass off the table to my left and had a nice, long, sip. I grinned at her.

“Ah, this is the life babe! You, me, our fucking glorious apartment and NO CAT!”

She lunged at me from about 3 feet away, pulling her hand from behind her back holding a knife. I didn’t see it very well; I just saw a glint of silver. She led with the knife, aiming it at my chest. I tried to make a move but was half drunk with my drink in hand, sitting down, dumb and no longer athletic.

Shit, this bitch is gonna kill me, she’ll be the end of me, I thought.
I made a bit of movement to the right and then the knife struck me, dead center, along the middle of my ribcage.

“AH YOU BITCH! YOU STABBED ME!! YOU STABBED ME!” I said. I swung my glass into the side of her head, thinking that maybe I could take her with me. The glass shattered, covered me with shards, and I threw my other hand to my chest to cover the wound, stop the bleeding.

“I’m going to die! Die because of you!”

She didn’t respond because she was falling to the ground, blood flowing from the side of her head. She landed face first in a pair of her dirty panties, faint shit stain down the center.

I screamed a bit more, grabbing my chest. I rolled off the couch and crawled to the phone, thinking that I had to call 911, I gotta do it, I gotta save my life. They won’t give me murder charges, it was self-defense. She’ll get charged. I just gotta live. Call the ambulance.

I got to the table with the phone on it and pulled the thing down by the cord. I yanked a bit hard and the damn cord came out of the wall. I almost cried. I don’t want to die, don’t want to die yet, I thought. I rolled onto my back, one hand still on my chest, holding it, trying to hold my guts in. I didn’t want them to spew out all over the floor. I could just see that damn cat eating them after I died, and the idea drove me crazy. That was no way for a man to die, although I was no real man. But I couldn’t die that way; I wouldn’t be that filthy feline’s last meal in this house.
I looked up at the roof and stared at the little hole that was there amongst the textured ceiling. It was about the size of the circle I make when I touch the tip of my index finger to the tip of my thumb. The girl upstairs wore short skirts a lot, and sometimes I would lie there with a bottle and look up at that hole, occasionally getting a glance or a peek up. Rita and I would watch that hole together sometimes. She liked to talk about how much nicer her pussy looked than our upstairs neighbors.

Sitting there, dying, wondering why I had to die like this, I hoped to get one more peek. At least I can die seeing that pussy again. I’m ruled by it. Ruled by the pussy, so let me have one last glance. My chest was throbbing with pain and I wondered--what do I look like on the inside? Will it be black and empty? Will soot come out of my chest instead of blood? And where is the blood? I don’t feel any on my hands…

I looked down at my chest and lifted my hand, and it was my chest, like normal, with my shirt still intact, no red stains, no hole in the fabric; no hole in me. I ripped at my shirt, tore the buttons, opened it up and looked. All I saw was a huge bruise. Strange. Can I die from a bruise, I thought. Then I realized I wasn’t dying.

“I’M GOING TO LIVE!” I said to the room. Then I heard a groan from Rita. I looked at her and realized why I was still alive – the knife in her hand was a butter knife that had bent on impact… nothing to be afraid of.
I heard a hiss from the cat. I gave the cat the finger. I rolled over and slid my way over to my wife and started stroking her hair as the cat watched me from the bedroom door.

“Rita, babe, you ok? Wake up. It’s ok. It’s ok.” I found the cut on her head, amongst her hair, where the hair was sticky and wet. I rubbed it and she stirred suddenly, and I realized that it must hurt her. I took my hand away and looked at it. Now here is the blood. My blood hasn’t been spilt. Her blood. I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked the blood off the tips and it tasted of copper.

“You need a drink girl. Let me fix you a drink.” And I got up and fixed her a drink, and myself a drink, as the cat hissed and I felt spite for it.

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If someone wanted to start playing poker online right now, what's the route you guys would advise? What sites take Americans anymore? Are the micro stakes still soft as hell or has it filled up with short stackers and card runners grinders? Does CR still exist even? I haven't paid attention the scene for the last ~2 years, and I'm guessing with all the legal drama's that the fish would be harder to find than they were 2 years ago. But maybe the microstakes stay immune to it all. I dunno, someone please gimme an update on what it is like to grind a roll from nothing these days =)

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hey Lp, any chance one of you native spanish speakers can just confirm that I'm translating this in the best way?

Working on a project called the "Nobel Legacy Film Series" and we want to translate the title to spanish. Right now here are the two options I'm looking at (I like the first better, but wtf do I know):

1) Legado de Nobel Ciclo de Cine
2) Nobel de la herencia de Cine de Serie

Thanks to anyone who can help out =)

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10 months ago I made this blog post about cannabis curing cancer. It met some resistance, especially from our resident authority from the western medical world, palak. First, the "anecdotal" evidence was dismissed right off hand, which is stupid because that's like dismissing the Benjamin Franklin kite story, a piece of anecdotal evidence which led to many great applications. The scientific evidence I posted was argued against because it wasn't using natural cannabis, rather synthetic cannabinoids created in a lab.

Now nearly a year later enough evidence has met the scientific standards to start an application to the FDA. They've seen enough people cured of cancer through the use of cannabis, one patient doing something extremely similar to a video I posted that was dismissed for being "anecdotal", that they feel confident applying for FDA approval. That's a huge step, and hopefully a big enough step to satisfy all the skeptics out there, including you medical doctors who have such a weird hate towards this plant ("even if it works, it's not the plant, it's the stuff we make in a lab that works, fuck nature, we are gods"... at least that's how it feels, hehe).

Cancer Patient Success Prompts Cannabis Science To Begin FDA Investigational New Drug (IND) Application Process

DENVER, Jan 25, 2012 (BUSINESS WIRE) -- Cannabis Science, Inc. a pioneering U.S. biotech company developing pharmaceutical cannabis (marijuana) products, is pleased to inform that the current progress and success with their numerous self-medicated cancer patients, has lead the Company to immediately begin the Investigational New Drug (IND) application process that will target cancer treatment. Cannabis Science is currently tracking numerous cancer patients, who are self-medicating with cannabis extracts. The Company has evident success with these patients, which creates support to submit an IND application to the FDA. The prescription pharmaceutical market is the number one target market for Cannabis Science, and with having the appropriate backup for the application process, it is all very promising for the Company and cancer patients worldwide. Cannabis Science currently has documented images for the first three apparently successful self-medicated cancer patients, and the Company is waiting for more documentation and images associated with other patients. The first patient had basal cell carcinoma (skin cancer) on her face, and after applying the topical cannabis extracts within 10 days it appeared the lesion was gone. Cannabis Science received documentation from her surgeon that she would not need to undergo any surgical procedures and was free of cancer cells. The second patient, who has basal cell carcinoma on their arm, has gotten dramatic results. Their treatment has been completed, and Cannabis Science is just waiting for a full biopsy report from the patient's physician to inform that they are free of cancer cells. A special case, involves a third patient with severe squamous cell carcinoma on his head. His physician prior to using cannabis extracts had told this patient, that there was nothing more that could be done. Cannabis Science has gotten drastic results, along with photographed documentation of the treatment process. This patient's treatment is still in progress, but with photographic evidence you can see the effectiveness of the cannabis-based extracts.

I know some of you will keep hating, and there's some weirdo's who like to reply to my blogs and tell me I'm addicted to weed and need help, and I don't expect all of that to stop - haters tend to be biased and evidence rarely sways them. But for those of you who are looking for some facts and truth, I hope this post is enlightening =)

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I started using cannabis on a daily basis in early 2010. Before that I was a very casual user and had used at random times since I was 13 years old (parties, special occasions, etc). But as I realized that I could smoke at night, have a great time, and wake up in the morning, not only without a hangover, but also feeling more rested than when I didn’t smoke, I began to use more regularly since it wasn’t bringing anything negative to my life and was definitely adding a lot of positives. Fun times, good laughs, deeper connection and conversations with my wife, less stress, etc.

Today in 2011 I have been using on a daily basis for about 2 years. The only break I’ve taken over the last two years is for a week while visiting family on the east coast during Christmas. Last year I made the journey, wondering if I would feel any sort of withdrawal symptoms. I never had before, but I also had never smoked daily for a year straight, so I didn’t know what to expect. According to the government, I was in for a hard time of:

• Sweating
• Sleeplessness
• Anxiety
• Drug craving
• Nausea
• Anger and Irritability
• Headaches
• Loss of appetite

I landed on the east coast and the week passed uneventfully. The first 24 hours without cannabis resulted in a slight headache. That was it. I returned home and began my routine of daily use again, and maintained it until now. Here I sit again on the east coast, and yet again, the only “symptom” I’ve had is the occasional headache which fades quickly, especially if I do some yoga or distract my mind through something as simple as watching TV. I wondered whether maybe one year of daily use wasn’t enough to draw out symptoms, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. Despite the fact that over the last year I have increased the frequency and quantity which I smoke, no withdrawal symptoms have found their way into my vacation beyond that headache, which I’d rank at about a three on a scale of 1-5, and which only lasts for a few minutes if I don’t take any action to reduce it via Yoga, etc.

I am only one person, and I am in great physical shape (the best of my life, better than when I was on the starting lineup on offense and defense for my high school football team), and I have a loving family, fantastic wife, and a lot of psychological stability and strength. I’m sure those all help reduce any potential withdrawal symptoms. My guess is that the hardest part of quitting daily cannabis use for most people is the psychological dependence, just like it’s tough to stop daily Starcraft use when you absolutely love it. I entered this week without weed “cold turkey”, and even though I have an edible in my bag which I could take at anytime to get high, I haven’t even thought about it until I started writing this post.

So I’m here to tell you that after daily use for two years (minus that one week I took off during last year’s holidays), the symptoms have been extremely mild and basically no different than if I drank a bunch of soda and neglected water for a day or two. On top of that, I began daily use in 2010 before returning to college, and over the last 2 years I’ve completed 4 semesters and received straight A’s in all of my classes, made the dean’s list, received several scholarships including the most prestigious one awarded by the psychology department (which is my major), taken leadership roles in multiple clubs and established good friendships with about a dozen professors and university administrators. In other words, the daily use, and even heavy daily use of the past year, hasn’t ruined my life. On the contrary, I have no doubt that it has made my life better. My physical health and immune system are at my lifetime peak, my creative thinking and problem solving has improved dramatically, my memory is better than at any time in my life, and my relationships with friends and family are deeper and more fulfilling than I ever knew possible. Cannabis didn’t cause all of these things to happen on its own, but it definitely helped them to be possible, either through the psychological changes it helped produce (reduced stress, creative thinking, open mindedness, empathy, and increased laughter and joy) or through the healing effects it provided, as cannabis has been used as a medicine for over 200 ailments over thousands of years.

The most important lesson I’ve learned about how to use cannabis in a way that improves one’s life is to use responsibly. I often use a vaporizer to protect my lungs from inhaling burnt plant matter, and avoid joints and pipes as much as possible, preferring a water pipe if I don’t vaporize. I don’t get up and smoke a bowl and go to class. I wait till my work for the day is done and then I smoke. But there are tasks I can do very efficiently while high – cleaning the house, watching and learning from TED talks, running basic errands. As tolerance develops and a person moves from acute to chronic use, the effects of cannabis change, and the body and mind learn how to compensate, allowing a chronic user to complete tasks while high that an acute user would find difficult. For example, playing a game of Starcraft. As an acute (occasional) user I had a lot of trouble playing SC2 while high – as a chronic user that difficulty has disappeared. So it’s important to be self aware and disciplined, and to make sure that you are using responsibly, which means that your use doesn’t get in the way of achieving the things you must get done.

There are many myths about cannabis which have been debunked for years, but the mainstream culture hasn’t caught on to the truth yet due to continued government propaganda. I’m writing this post because I hate lies, I hate injustice, and I hate being manipulated or watching others manipulated by corrupt, greedy, or morally zealous people in power. A shift is coming and 75 years of lies are finally starting to crumble. I hope that this post can help push that shift right along.


PS - There is no doubt that some people do have withdrawal symptoms, but that is a small minority of users and only seems to happen to long term heavy users. The vast majority of people will have no withdrawal symptoms or very minor ones like what I experienced. Some people have addictive personalities or are bio-chemically different in a way that makes them susceptible to addiction. Those people should be very careful about what they put in their body.

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