The New Smackdad

Okay, stupid Al made me do this so for the sake of time, I will simply give the world some insight into the mind of Smackdaddy V lately.

Over the past month or two, I have grown more and more irritable, snapping at people, nearly running over an Asian guy because he stole my parking spot, and generally being a complete asshole. There are many factors that led to this change...college life, chauffeuring people around, etc. etc., but the main reason is that I am fed up being the pushover in all my belonged groups (clubs, A-men, family, it does not matter). I bust my ass off for people with little to no recognition or appreciation and I've grown sick and tired of it.

So there you go.

Wait a minute... haven't we done this before?

I just had a deja vu moment. I could've sworn we had some sort of google group that we were supposed to post to and keep in touch with. I think the link is somewhere in one of my old emails, but I know the group is still out there... somewhere... lost in the vastness of cyberspace...

On a sidenote, I am suddenly reminded that I once had my own geocities website devoted to the animes I liked. Geeky and nerdy, I know. But it's long since been deactivated due to neglect. What possessed me to create my own website, I do not know. The pre-Facebook years of high school must've been dull indeed. Haha...

Academic Paper Quandry

Alright so I initially thought it'd be fun to write an academic essay on drug dealing but now I'm not so sure. On one hand: I am curious how the homeless fella living in the park has his hands on some fancy ass coke but on the other hand there are three others writing about the drug trade. Yeah. Competition - that turns me off. Don't get me wrong - I love competition. I do. What I don't like is the notion that there are other people writing about the same topic. I figure - what the hell. Let them handle it. I can do something else. I just have to think of what that "something else" should be. Child porn? I don't think anyone's doing child porn. I dunno.

Now since it doesn't look like I'll be studying drugs anymore I was wondering if anyone out there can tell me just how do these homeless fellas get their drugs. Are there drug mills somewhere out there where hard-working Joes break their back and sweat it out harvesting crack rocks?

My Poker Universe

In my own personal universe, when it comes to poker, bluffing and poker faces do not exist. Before I expound on anything though, let it be known that I am not a professional gambler, and nor will I ever be. I play simply for fun using poker chips or coins, if poker chips aren't lying around. Here's what I realize about my strategy. I do not psychoanalyze other players' actions, facial expressions, and whatnot. I fold about one percent of the time, even if my cards are absolute shit. In addition, I always call or bet. Most of all, I know not know when to quit. But still, I won a crap load of chips. Just for tonight, I rejected poker reality and substituted by own, ignored all other cards except for mine, and played like I was gonna win every single hand. Of course, I did not. So what's my point? Although the cards dealt in poker are based on pure luck and the only real strategy involved is knowing when to play on and when to fold, I like to reject the folding part of the game. I mean, with respect to probability, each person has the exact same chance of winning each game, and if other players fold, then your own chances of winning increase. After all, statistically, it's very probable to get at least a pair each time. I obeyed statistics and statistics came out. I'll admit though, this is because there was no real money involved. Bottom line: in poker, statistics is greater than psychoanalysis.

Redo?

This blog was originally intended to be a sort of community-maintained newsletter, comprised entirely of fictitious events cooked up by the A-men. However, that fell to the wayside due to everyone's busy schedules. But I think - it doesn't have to end there. It doesn't have to be an abandoned project - we can keep this nonsense going. All we require is a change - so here's the new thing: this'll be an A-men group blog. We could go ahead and post whatever the hell we want. Vic, for example, can put up a picture of whatever smackable is on his mind one day and that'll be it. No explanations. No great story. Hoss could write about some kinda scientific nonsense. Me, why, I'll write about my day. No trickery. No embellishing. And every once in awhile a big old story - just like in the old days. I hope this thing takes off. Maybe it won't. But if it does it could be something special. I dunno.

Life of Chang, Al Yen's Evil Twin

Chang is in college now! College - it do things to people. Make them busy. Make them so busy. Can hardly talk to old high school buddies. Schoolwork! Class! Sexy lady down the hall, walking in underwear! Can you understand what I mean? It is hell with capitol H!
I like listen jazzy music. Yesterday I listen to Coletrain on computer I stole from room mate. I hide computer underneath pillow. Room mate suspect I steal, but he no dare say things because I will do mischievous things to him. Like smash computer. Or, make criminal file on desktop called "Dirty Porno." It fill with cosplay animal sex! YES!
Anyway, listening to jazz and asshole neighbor walk in room. He say, "What is this? This is nonsense!" How could he say that? Nonsense? WELL HE IS ASSHOLE.
Oh, forgot to mention - Al Yen, that rat bastard, is alive. For now. He promise more updates. I promise I kill him. Promise.