I live in a city that is for the most part 24 hours. Gambling, food, shopping.. Usually Wal Mart is open 24 hours. As for the casino’s, I usually go there for the food. The restaurant’s are pretty good. So I get my chores all done this morning and about eleven I decide to go to the Casino Fandango for breakfast/lunch. Once inside, I went to the Palm Court Grill and settled in and ordered the steak and eggs with a large OJ. I took it all in and watched the people come and go, but on the way out it definitely got interesting. I usually don’t gamble at all, I have absolutely no luck what so ever, and when I do its usually bad, so I only play a ten once in awhile. Today I found a bank of multi denomination poker machines. You can play nickels , dimes , twenty cents and quarters. So I figured what the hell its been awhile, so I sat down to play some nickel video poker.

I figured win or lose ten dollars was my limit, besides I was watching the big screen TV at the same time and there was a football game on. There were two other guys on the same bank of machines and me, and man from the way they were complaining they were getting creamed. They were putting twenty dollar bills in like they were going out of style. I only played ten. The first hand I got nothing, then the very next I got four Four’s. with a king for twenty bucks. The other two guys were still stuffing twenties, and still complaining about losing almost every hand. I got a couple of full house’s after that and decided to get brave. I upped the bet and switched to dimes.

I hit two more four of a kinds and got the machine up to 800 credits for $80, hey that’s a $70 profit. So I cashed it out, Sipped on my soda and stuck around to watch a little more of the game. Those two guys were still there when I left. And I never did find out how much they lost. But I’m pretty sure that it was way too much. Some people just don’t know when to quit. It must be nice to have a lot of money to waste on your gambling addiction. All I was doing was killing time before I went home to get ready for work tomorrow. Hey, 80 bucks is 80 bucks.. At least I didn’t lose. See ya’s.

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He invariably starts out as a hard ass but ends up as a big ol Christmas softy.. The Grinch.. Scrooge.. Both of those guys. Well usually I can relate, but not this year., this year I put up my Christmas tree up the day after Thanksgiving, already got it trimmed and am working on getting some pictures so I can do a post that I am Going to be Calling “Scene’s from A Christmas Tree” I am watching Christmas movies every weekend, and I will stay full of seasonal cheer even if it kills me!!

My favorite Christmas movie of all time would have to be “A Christmas Story.” although I do Enjoy “It’s A Wonderful Life.” and who doesn’t like “Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer?” so what is your favorite Christmas Movie? Ahh.. I need some Egg Nog.. Nighty Nite Nite all.

Laters

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I had a person outside of Blogstream ask me a question yesterday about blogs and blogging. And why does a person need more than one. Well I can’t speak for anyone else.. Nor would I try to. But for me the answer is so simple. I love to write, anything really, but mostly my works of short fiction. And having multiple blogs always allows me a place to put whatever my dark vampire infested noggin can dream up. Since I arrived on Blogstream, I have discovered here a wealth of writing talent. some write fiction, while others write other things pertaining to their personal lives and are quite content to let it go at that. For me this is some seriously fertile ground for my imagination, and when an idea crosses through some of those dark shadows in my brain, it doesn’t matter what it is, something clicks and I immediately start looking for a place to put it. Then when I find the perfect place, phase two kicks in, and I scour the internet looking for just the right graphics to accompany the story. Then comes the mood music, the music has to fit into the mood of the story and help create a tone, and even if the music stops before the reader is through, the mood and tone still carry through the rest of what is written.

I rarely put up a finished work. 90 % of what I write are works in progress, and there is no telling how long it will take me to finish any of it. But I eventually do. and I will finish everything that I put up. Is my writing to everyone’s taste? No.. of course not. But that isn’t why I do it, I believe that in order to get out of this experience what I need to get out of it, I have to write to MY taste, not someone else’s. is getting read important? To some people that is the sole reason that they attempt fiction, to get read. Myself, I have always marched to the beat of a different drummer I suppose, I write here to develop and grow as a writer first. Some of it is good, other stuff that I write is not so good, and If someone other than myself actually reads it that for me is a bonus. My blogs give me a chance to see what I write in another light, when I get something down on word, and then transfer it to one of the blogs. It looks different.. It feels different.. Sometimes I like what I see, and sometimes I really hate it, and I’ll leave it up for a time to see if it grows on me. If not I will take it down.. That may seem strange, but hey if I’m not happy with it, it will never be right. Don’t mind me, I’m just thinking on Screen again.

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Wanted to take a minute to wish Everyone a happy Thanksgiving here on the Blogstream. And from the looks of things it seems as though everyone’s Thanksgiving has turned out well so far..



Well maybe not Everyone’s.. Lord please bless this unfortunate soul that wandered past the Tomb door this morning.. He may not have cooked up real pretty but he sure was tasty.. And the slow cooked veggies.. And the mac salad.. And the green beans.. And… what's That? oh yeah sorry.. Mr. P and Ralphie got dibs on the drumsticks.. We couldn’t wake up Chester.. See you all later.

Somewhere in dreamland.. There are people toiling to survive at or just below the poverty line. There are some living the Dream, while others are starving for it.. Every day you hear of Families living from paycheck to paycheck praying to whatever silent God watches over their children at night, that tomorrow won’t be the day when the bank takes everything



Yet we fret and we worry away about the state of other countries, all while ignoring the starving thousands that sleep all winter on the sidewalks of our own streets, right here in our own back yard. The almighty dollar rules the day, and we seem to let it. We chase it, we covet it, we steal for it.. Some even murder for it. For when we do not possess it we possess nothing.



I watch the news at night. And often I wonder.. Is the concept of humanity simply lost?.. Dying? Or already dead? I’ve walked the streets.. Seen the bodies.. Watched the limo’s drive by to survey the evidence, only to keep driving without so much as an acknowledgement that there may actually be a real problem here.
So we hear them talking about it. Throw some money at the problem, but don’t let it touch you. Build more homeless shelters, but don’t you dare lobby to create more jobs.



Sure thing Mr. Banker man.. We’re listening.. And we heard you loud and clear.. We can build more homeless shelters.. So long as we don’t build them in your back yard. Maybe Humanity isn’t simply lost. Maybe it isn’t dead or dying.. Maybe its simply mutated and merged with an even bigger Disease. Greed is good.

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