Some favorites off YouTube

I wish I was brave enough to do this. I'd have to wring out my pants afterwards.

Dodge hired geniuses to fill their ad vacancy. The Challenger and Charger commercials right now are flawless. Plus that violin kills me.

One day........

So she's a media whore. At least she looks like she puts emotion into what she's singing. So it can't be all bad. Well maybe its just this one.

Ok ok, this one to make up for that one. Wasn't sure how I felt about Dan doing a solo gig until I heard this and realized I was ok with it. As long as he doesn't neglect Pat.

And Jimi to smooth it over.

Thank you Cleveland! Goodnight!!!

Started writing this with wikileaks in mind; morphed into me lobbing tomatoes at a few political hypocrisi (?)

January 2011

Everybody take a deep breath with me ok?  Inhale, slowly exhale, let it out.  Now.  I’m about to say some things that are probably going to piss you off, because I’m me and you’re you.

To all the people who post Facebook messages counting down the days until Obama is out of office, or spew some garbage about how “the left/right wing nutjobs” are sending this country to hell in a handbasket, calm down (don’t you smell your hair burning?  But I digress).  You sound ridiculous.  If you’re going to be passionate about something, make it a cause or an idea rather than a person.  Gasp!  Shocking, I know.  But I’m gonna let you in on a little something just to show that I understand where you’re coming from: Sarah Palin pisses me off.  I don’t think she’s intelligent enough to run a Chuck E. Cheese much less a state or god forbid a country.  She has a reality TV show.  That puts her on a field playing powder puff football with Snookie, Paula Abdul and Kate Gosselin.  Isn’t that reason enough not to lend credence to a single statement she has ever made?  But let’s face facts here.  I’m a nobody.  I’m a poor redneck who doesn’t vote and lives in a trailer just outside Bum&#@! Nowhere, Mississippi.  So you know what I do?  Nothing.  That’s right I said it.  Nothing.  When I hear something about the latest speech Palin or Mike Huckabee or Jesse Ventura or Glen Beck or Rachel Maddow or Keith Olbermann gave somewhere, I do nothing.  And do you know why?  Because they are instigators.  Fire starters.  Talking heads.  They say and do things solely from the basis of one of these three motivations: 1) money (they’re getting paid to say the things they say), 2) money (the things they say get them more exposure > more ad revenue), or 3) money (the things they say polarize the public enough to swing more fence-sitters to their particular brand of democracy > more votes > more elections).  For example, Palin has a map on her website (I think it’s still there) targeting the remaining democrats in office with a banner touting something to the effect of “Only a few more to go!”  Seriously.  Do you (meaning you and her) really think things will change for the better if we have a single party government?  The founding fathers warned against the creation of a bipartisan system, much less a single party system.  You know what a single party government is called?  Totalitarianism.  Stalin, Mussolini, Mao, Hitler, Franco, ring any bells?  My friend made the statement (slightly misquoted), “Democrats keep us sane, republicans keep us safe.”  I’m inclined to agree.  We’ve made our bed with this two party crap.  Time to roll around or stand up.

 I don’t vote on anything above the state level, because the popular vote amounts to a slick graphic of a hill of beans in anything higher.  The electoral college elects presidents, so whether you voted for Obama or not doesn’t matter.  Unless you live in a swing state, you don’t matter.  If you have an issue with whom the outcome of the electoral college vote decides to be president, take it up with your congressman, not your friends.  Or better yet, don’t take it up with your congressman at all, because that’s sort of the point.  People working themselves into a froth over OTHER PEOPLE.  You know what that makes you?  Manipulatable.  A mark.  Money in the bank.  I say die-hard followers of a brand have no power in a free market.  Hey, Black Hole fan section of Oakland Raiders fame, Al Davis says he’s gonna sell off your top five players because he wants a new yacht.  Where are you going to be on Sunday afternoons in October?  At the stadium.  Right where Big Al knows you’ll be.  The valuable commodities are the guys who can’t decide whether to go to the game or spend time with the kids.  This is who corporate execs, owners, and politicians gun for.  The undecided majority. 

Take Julian Assange, the public head of wikileaks.  Elected officials (Palin, Huckabee) have called for violence against the man.  A human being.  This isn’t Russia, is this Russia?  Did he leak your private cell number to the public?  Did he have a one-night stand with your daughter and not call her afterwards?  No.  Well maybe he did, but that’s irrelevant.  He started a company that sheds light on corruption, conspiracy and hypocrisy.  And ELECTED OFFICIALS are calling for violent action against him.  Everyone needs to take another deep breath and really think about whether or not what you’re saying has a positive effect.  Be passionate about providing real healthcare to the masses.  Be passionate about fixing our broken public education system.  Be passionate about putting America back in its place as a world leader.  And will someone shut Sarah Palin up please?

A friend of a girlfriend and I were engaged in a lively dispute over the merits of Ole Miss athletics. Figure out which side I was on. And yes, I dropped out of Ole Miss. Doesnt mean I like the place.

October 2009


CC: To whom it may concern.....

"Delusions of Grandeur"

By ***********

It seems I've finally found the perfect analogy/metaphor for Ole Miss fans. You're the manchild whose best days were over when you could no longer beat up geeks and shoot spitballs.  You're the father who lives out his petty glory days vicariously through his children.  You're Bob from Grosse Point Blank. You're Mr. Moxon from Varsity Blues.  You extoll the virtues of your program when the only virtues of your program are keggers and cheerleaders. You speak of "championships" and "the best team in the

conference," when in fact the only obstacles you do happen to overcome (by sheer, dumb, blind luck, stumbling drunkenly around or staggering stiff-legged across, tripping as you go) are of only the slightest of consequence (Memphis {2-4}, SELA {who cares}, Vandy {2-4}, and now UAB. Seriously.). You seem hell-bent and honor-bound to relive your past glories, and oh, what glories they are! Shall we recap?  A single (claimed; and disputed) national championship during the Kennedy administration, and a single season of quasi-success (if "success" is being selected to the same bowl you always default to) since the millennium, which came at a time when nearly every other SEC team was in some stage of a rebuilding process. "Wait!" cry the masses. "We produced Eli! He won a Super Bowl!" Silly Rebels. But then, one would have to suppose that when faced with such a shortage of proof to a claim, the Rebel fan will cling to any thread of validation, no matter how tenuous. Rest on thy windswept and leafless laurels, ye faithful! "But nay!" say the naysayers, nefarious ne'er-do-wells and nubile nymphs of that the most notorious of nesting grounds of the needless, "what Wolverine wails not, waxing wolfish over the waning of a wondrous way-back-when? Verily the Volunteer too seeks to vindicate the verisimilitude of his own valued valorous ventures!" Verily indeed, good Rebel. But allow a fellow faithful to present a token of insight: these teams value their past instead of bedecking it with jewels and worshipping it as proof of their current worth. Truly, 'tis a shame to see a campus, nay, an entire community regress into the visage of a child who, spoiled and adamant, demands its parents attentions at a time when more pressing matters are at hand. (See what I did there? I put you in a metaphor where you are a crying baby, the nation's football faithful are the parents, and teams actually worth paying attention to are "more pressing matters.' Ha.) Perhaps this, good Rebel, is the perfect metaphor.

Respectfully,

a fan of a "more pressing matter"

             

P.S. To any Ole Miss fans still reading who haven't gotten confused by the language and decided to head to town for some new plaid shorts in Mom's Range Rover with Dad's credit card and your sexually unsatisfied in-it-for-the-money-because-our-parents-know-each-other girlfriend: this is a statement of purpose. This is Me saying that You have the all-time hands-down most overhyped overrated (yes it has two R's) and overestimated

sports team in history. Deal with it.

I was getting a lot of fake friend adds on Facebook at the time. Just a little comedy piece.

Ode to the spammer

by *********** on Thursday, March 4, 2010 at 6:45pm

Dear Randomly Generated Impossibly Hot Girl Who Sends Me Friend Invites, regretfully I must decline your request. I know this must be a dashing blow to your self-esteem, but I hope you can see the silver lining. Of course I would love to add you to my "friend" list, but sadly I know next to nothing about you, Selena Colwuity. It may have simply slipped your mind, but it seems your profile is lacking somewhat in substance. What, no contact info? Really? I know somewhere in the course of your day between spawning massive databases of facebook and myspace id's and hacking federal servers there must be an idle moment during which you could at least tell me something about yourself. The sad thing is that enough guys out there must actually add you, trying to up their friend numbers. Or perhaps more cynically they would love their actual "friends" to see some mysterious sexpot appear on the roster. What puzzles me is that some of my friends show your profile pic in their own friend list, but you're under a different name. What gives? I mean I want to trust you Selena. Or Tiffany. Or Esperanza. Names aren't important. But seriously, I'm such an emotional cripple and socially awkward and devoid of interpersonal communication skills that I might just add you anyway. I mean, who knows who could be thumbing MY friends list as we speak. And you're not on it! The horror! You know what? Screw it. As soon as I'm done here I'm adding you. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? Right? Right???!?!!

Yeah, this is one of those shitty facebook surveys. Gives you a little insight into my musical sensibilities though. Enjoy.

This isn't 1-15 in order; straight stream of consciousness/thought-vomit style

1. Black Keys - Chulahoma  -----this album brought me back

2. Black Keys - Thickfreakness

3. Black Keys - Rubber Factory

4. Boston self-titled  ---------I will lip-synch "More Than A Feeling" in front of Jesus himself; don't give a damn

5. Junior Kimbrough - All Night Long

6. Led Zeppelin IV

7. Stevie Ray Vaughan - Texas Flood  -----was there anyone better? If you say yes, I'll punch you in the face.

8. Funkadelic - Maggotbrain

9. Weezer - Blue album  ----------my inner nerd is thanking me right now; "Only In Dreams" air drums anyone?

10. Eminem - Encore

11. Rage Against the Machine - The Battle of Los Angeles  -----my inner pissed off half-mexican gangster is thanking me right now

12. David Gray - White Ladder

13. D'Angelo - Voodoo  --------every time this album is mentioned someone, somewhere gets impregnated

14. Jack Johnson - In Between Dreams

15. Cat Stevens - Tea For the Tillerman  ------this ones for you Mom

Sue me. I'm a rule breaker.

16. Rolling Stones - Beggars Banquet

17. North Mississippi Allstars - Shake Hands With Shorty

18. Alice In Chains - Dirt *or* Jar of Flies

19. Gorillaz self-titled

20. Incubus - Morning View  --------"Blood On the Ground": greatest kick in the history of music

21. Everclear - So Much for the Afterglow

Composed this one morning, hung over like a champ after an all night casino binge.

(sung in the tune of Aaron Lewis' version of Pearl Jam's "Black") 

Heyyyyyyyy, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey/Phone rings late at night/I'm still drunk as hell/Who the f is callin this late/Goddamn its Jim, oh well//I know what he wants/And I'm way too broke for that, too broke for that/Now the sleep and dreams, have gone away//Ohhhhh, and all he's sayin is, dingdingding/Ohhhh, i know I shouldn't respond, but God its fun//And now my bitter hand, a seven and a two, there goes twenty more/All the ATMs, all call my name, just play twenty more//I take a look outside, and its so damn bright, I have class at 9/Oh, how the hell are we gonna get home, on nickels and dimes//Ohhhh, Entergy and Cingular, are gonna twist my balls, they'll twist em/Whoaaaa, they'll twist em and shit my truck note. Fuck me//And now my bitter hands, holdin shit to show, there goes my credit/All the collectors, all know me by my name, sayin "Pay me asshole"/All the money's gone, and I'm in the hole, deeper than I was/Before Jim called, shoulda stayed in beddddddddd//I know someday I won't pick it up, i know what I should do, but goddamn, who can resist titties and free drinks, and ohhhh, that sound, ding ding ding ding-ding-ding-dingggggggggg-dingggggggg-ding-ding-ding. 

Man, I actually quoted a lyric at the end. Apparently I was feeling apologetic after that last tirade.

March 2007

First of all, I’m sorry for writing this instead of just being able to tell you face to face. Its just that when I write something out, I can control exactly what is said, whereas if I’m talking to you, I’ll probably stutter or something will come out wrong or you could get the wrong idea if something I say doesn’t have the right emphasis. Ok, here goes.

I love you. I know I’ve said that before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again, but that’s all there is to it. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. And when you and I go out and ride around and laugh and joke and have a good time, that is as good as it gets for me. Like today, when we were out riding and at the cabin (even though I fucked that all up), I can’t even begin to describe how good that makes me feel. To see you smile, to hear you laugh means everything in the world to me. And I’m sorry if I seemed out of place all day, but I get like that sometimes when I have a lot of shit on my mind. (This is where I might be going completely off track with the shit that is going through my head) Now I don’t know whats going on with you and ********. Its not my business. Some guys would be all about trying to cut that shit off and fight for you and all that, but being the kind of person that I am, if that’s what makes you happy, then I would rather be unhappy myself than to deny you of being happy. I feel like he has a lot more going his way than I do right now. If he feels about you the same way I do, then I’m not sure if I can compete with that. He has people that will talk him up to you, I don’t. He’s a musician (plus for you), I have no musical abilities whatsoever. I don’t know. I might be wrong about all this. But that’s just it. I don’t know. And that’s what kills me. I’ve always known. Or at least had an idea. But I don’t now. What I do know is how I feel about you. That is the only thing that I can have any certainty about in my life right now. And if what you want is for me to actually say all of this out loud to you, then as soon as I get a chance then I will. I might use a cheat sheet so I don’t get lost and start rambling, but I’ll try to wing it. What really worries me is that I leave for Hawaii tomorrow and as soon as I get back I start work and I won’t be around. And the way that my life has worked out so far, if I’m not around, things start to fall apart. And even though I’m a long way from where I want to be with you, I’ve come a whole lot farther. And I don’t want that to slip away. That’s what scares me. I’ll put it like this. When I was with Chris the other night, he got to talking about Olivia and I got to talking about you. It may not seem like much, but the way I explained it was that if you came to me and wanted to hook up, no strings attached, just straight bootycall, I wouldn’t do it. I couldn’t. And you are the only girl that I’ve ever known that I feel that way about. Don’t get me wrong, I do want that, but not in that context. I want a relationship with you. And I know that’s something that makes you uneasy, but that’s how I feel. Because to steal a line from Bill Withers, there ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone.

Drunk writing again. Shocker. Sidenote: I'd like my royalties from "Good Luck Chuck" sent to 155 YouStoleMyPlot Lane, Snatchtown, MS 388gofuckyourself

Early 2007

How confusing life can be. And by life, I mean women. This is a redundant observation by now, but how can you ignore it if it keeps popping up? I still don’t understand them, so I continue to be confusticated. One says she loves you, but only when she’s drunk and she can’t see you. Another says she loves you, then fucks like 30 different guys. And yet another flips her personality 180 degrees, to the point of which you don’t even recognize her anymore. I mean seriously. Am I that earth-shattering (in a non-egomaniacal sort of way) to the female psyche that once a girl comes into contact with me for more than a few hours she undergoes some sort of metaphysical/emotional/psychological rebirth? I really don’t think so. At least I used to not think so. But over the past few years, the evidence is starting to pile up in opposition. They confound me to no end. I mean seriously. I think I’m a pretty normal guy. I have my flaws, sure (indecisive, WAY too honest, not really sure what else but I know there’s plenty). But goddamn. Is wanting a serious relationship a crime? Is being unable to cope with schizophrenia and psychosomatic hallucinations? Is being young and completely immature? Fuck me. I could write a thesis on nearly every girl I’ve been involved with, and it still wouldn’t be enough. But honestly, I know each of them could write a thesis about me as well. But all of them seem to find their own little piece of happiness the moment I exit the stage. Its like I’m the fucking darkness before the dawn. I am the precursor to joy and happiness. I am the tunnel before the light. Maybe after me, there’s nowhere to go but up. I’m like relationship purgatory. How fucked up is that? I could use that as a pick-up line. “Look here missy, give me six months and I’ll deliver the man of your dreams.” I should retire. When I disappear in December, I might as well not come back. I really just don’t know if I can do it anymore. I know I can, and to “just give it time.” But how many times can you just give it time before time implodes and collapses in on itself, causing a chain reaction at the micrological level and opening a wormhole that eats its way through your soul? Seriously.

This one's good for a laugh. Man I was drinking a lot back then.

January 2007

Baby take off your cool

I wanna see you, I wanna see you

I want to get to know you

This about sums up how I feel right now. Baby take off your cool. Why is it that women feel that they have to play it cool around guys? And not just you. I mean Everybody. Why??? I don't get it. There is a certain girl who I feel strongly about right now, and if you know me then its pretty obvious who this girl is. And she probably doesnt feel the same way about me as I do Her, but I mean damnit why not? Take a chance. Go outside your comfort zone. My comfort zone was left behind a long time ago. By going out on a limb you chance getting hurt, confused, lost. But damnit isnt that what its all about? Taking a chance. Roll the dice. Who knows? This might be it. I've been pretty shitty in the past, but then again I've been pretty damn immature in my past relationships. Why should they dictate my future? I don't get it. Just take a chance. Thats all I'm sayin. I could be it for you. You could be it for me. I'm not perfect. Neither are you. But from where I stand, I can't find a single thing I don't like. And I've never seen that before. There's always been something, at least one Something, that made me go "Hmm." But thats not there now. Is that naive? Maybe. But who cares. I mean just try it. I've gotten hurt before. I've hurt others before. It's happened before. It'll happen again...maybe. But thats kinda the whole point isn't it? It might not. And thats the whole premise behind the human existence. Get hurt. Stand up. Try it again. Get hurt. Stand up. Try it again. It's all trial and error right? You might think that theres some monumental deal-breaking glitch, but I might have the same hangups. Did you ever consider that? I might see something in you that makes me go "Hmm," but I'm willing to look past it. For the sake of happiness. Thats what its all about isnt it? To finally make that connection. To find that something that makes you go "Yeah." I've had girls that made me want to stick an icepick in both ears just so I wouldn't have to hear their next inane utterance. But I can't see that ever happening with you. I'm not saying it'll never happen. You might spend a week with me and wish you had never been born just so that you wouldn't have had to spend another second in my prescence. You might pray that I would have a death in the family just so you can feed your fish in peace. You might go on a date with me and have a friend call halfway through just to get you out of it. But then again, you might find out that I'm the best thing that has ever happened to you.
Baby take off your cool...

Not gonna lie, got a little dusty in here when I read over this old one

December 2006

So I'm in Florida with my family this week. My mom and sisters were all geeked about me coming down, but after a 12 1/2 hour drive by myself all I can think about is sleep. My cousins Liam and Meagan came over today and we kept them while my uncle and his, ahem, "wife" were at work. Not much to say in regards to her, but anyway. I played with Liam all afternoon, when I wasn't helping my sister skip school or running her around on errands. Man, you talk about the best little kid ever. I think he's 2, maybe 3. You should see his little face light up when he talks. He spent the better part of 3 hours in the back of my truck. "Ball?" "You want me to throw it?" "Yeah!" "Whoo! Nice catch!" "Ball!" And thats what we did. All afternoon. Over and over. It might seem boring, but to watch this little personality unfold and to see the look on his face when he cranked my truck to hear the pipes and to hear him jabber along in his little-person speech has been the highlight of my year. At the same time, there is so much that could go wrong here. His mother is a fuck up, for lack of better terminology. I can see him developing a skewed view of women or severe personality disorders later in life because of her, and that scares the crap out of me. His dad, my uncle, is such a great guy and father that to see the position Liam might be put in just makes me a little uneasy. I don't know. It seems like a lot of people my age have kids or are having kids. Josh and Lisa have Brayden and Briley, who are all my four favorite people in the world outside my family. Cory and Jackie have Owen and Lacey. Owen reminds me so much of Liam. They would get along great if they were near each other. But the idea of me having children and being a parent just scares me, as I'm sure me procreating scares a lot of people. Theres just so much that could go wrong in this day and age that sometimes a divorce is the lesser of many evils. Don't get me wrong, I don't think two people should get divorced if they have children. Ever. At the same time I don't think two people should get married just because the girl gets pregnant either. If theres no relationship or common ground, then you are just asking for trouble down the road. Its just that in the world we live in today kids are such a risk. I can't imagine what I would go through as a family member if something happened to any of the kids in my life, much less if I was their parent. But I guess you can't let that get in the way.

A few days after the first one. Again, heavily influenced by alcohol.

November 2006

There is really nothing more intriguing to me than a couple who have been married or together for twenty, thirty, forty years and still love each other. I just don't understand it. Maybe it's just me and my cynical, pessimistic nature. I just can't comprehend. I'm taking a different tack here, though. I admire these people. And I don't mean the folks who live together and sleep in separate bedrooms for 30 years (my grandparents). People may have different reasons for that, but it just doesn't seem healthy. But back to what I was saying. These people truly are my heroes. I want to follow those people around all day and just see how they live their lives. As does everything else, my views come from past experience, and my experiences don't equate. As a product of 3 failed marriages on both sides of the family,  it's hard for me to envision "forever." And relationships that I've been in have been far from perfect (by and large my own fault). I understand all the fundamentals, i.e., TRUST, compromise, honesty, compatibility, sincerity, passion (future posting material?), but to put them all together and form a bond with someone that weathers time... That is what interests me. At the ripe old age of 22, I know I should probably be more concerned with where my bill money is coming from and how many parties I can make it to before the sun comes up. Perfect example. I went out Saturday night with a bunch of folks to a bar. We all got a hotel room across the street and started drinking like Prohibition was around the corner. We get to the bar, and we all hang out, shoot pool and the like. Eventually the guys I'm with gravitate to the dancefloor, where all the girls are. I manage to separate myself from the pack and end up sitting at the bar with my oh-so-tasty Dos Equis. When I catch up with them a little later, the guys are standing there slackjawed, trading timeless quips and precious insights into the female psyche ("Man, I'd drink a gallon of her bathwater just to see what she tastes like" and "She looks like she could use a good fuckin'."). As the cockblocking ensued, I couldn't help feeling jaded about the whole situation. I ended up going back to the room and going to sleep. Now, why did I leave? I never really got into the whole "hollerin' at bitches" thing. I like to go out and have a good time with the guys. If there are girls there, great. I love looking at them. It's just that places like that don't seem to carry the type of woman who this whole spiel is dedicated towards. The good ones. Not the crazy bitches, not the party girls, not the virgin-to-pirate-hooker-in-3.2-seconds. The good ones. It's funny because I can't even describe what the good ones look or act like. I should hope I would know when I see them. I'm sure there will be some snide comments to that but oh well. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places. Actually I'm not even looking at all. But I might be...

Nov. 2006 - Heavily influenced by alcohol. I think I had just gotten broken up with or something

November 2006

Trust. What is trust? Why should we trust? Trust is a figment of the imagination conjured up by the Romantic Idealist (I capitalize here because of the importance of these individuals' impact on today's society). To trust is to succumb to naivete. Even in the animal kingdom, trust is ambiguous. Puppies trust their mother, until the bitch eats them. The very concept of trust is so completely out of whack with nature that it shouldn't even factor into the human mentality. To err is human, correct? Then the only thing you can truly trust is that whoever you think you can trust is going to betray it. The closest thing you could categorize as trust is that each individual knows himself/herself well enough to expect a certain reaction from themselves given a certain situation. You can "trust" that if you talk shit to the wrong person, you're going to get your teeth knocked out. Causality. Trial and error. In the case of trust, the errors equal the trials. I realize that trust is fundamental to many concepts of society, for example, in the workplace or in religion. Even so, trust is continuously undermined in both. Your coworker will rat you out to save his own job. Your close family members will suffer and die without a hint of relief or in other cases suddenly and without warning (and for those who say "It's God's plan," I call bullshit). This is not to say do not trust your family. Or is it? Personal experience will show that while family members tend to be a bit more reliable than the average person, but even the best of brothers and the sweetest of sisters will eventually let you down. To illustrate the extent of my conviction, I don't even trust myself. Sure, I have a pretty good idea of what I will do in a given situation, but I have proven myself wrong on more than a few occasions. Now think. Who do you trust? In the Idealist sense of the word. Someone that you would allow a significant other to share a bed with and still rest in peace. I can name one. Thats it. One. And they will probably betray me in some way before it is all said and done. I'm sure that this has to do more with personal experience than anything else, but I find truth in the idea that it is not what we do but what we see that defines us. Back to the main topic. Why trust? Is it so bad to put up defenses against getting hurt? Why this masochistic tendency to fall for untrustworthy people? And I'm not singling anyone out here, because I feel that no one is trustworthy until they prove otherwise. I feel like it comes down to this: how much are you willing to lay down on that table while the dice are bouncing? Are you ready for the heartbreak? Are you ready for the turmoil? Are you ready for the agony? A time comes in everyone's life when they're tempted to push that whole stack to red when the line has gone black 23 times in a row (happened to me {in a casino}), when those pocket aces come out and you want to yodel "all in" from a mountaintop. But are you ready? How many times can you go home empty-handed before you don't even look in that direction anymore? So, bet or fold?