phillypete

I used that M$ one on my girlfriends family computer. Her mother commented the next day about how well it was running. Thanks guys!

dude I watched that once, my roommates (3 women) were watching it and I was out voted. I wanted to puke after watching that. No wonder the rest of the world hates the US! I saw the one with the kid "Hart" and his "I'm too busy trying to get laid by girls half my age so I'll spend lost of money on my son to make him feel loved." The kid had to buy these girls clothes so that they would show up... TOOL!! I remember my 16th birthday... Location - Church Rec Hall-Free DJ - AV crew from school - free F&B - A few cases of soda, pizza, and cake - minimal Tons of fun... Thank goodness I got to grow up without too much money around, because I got to learn how to have fun with just about nothing. My fear is for you parents out there with daughters 14-15, after watching that you know what you can expect... You know I learned something interesting the other day MTV refused to play music videos by black artists, company policy, until Michael Jackson. FACT. -Think about that the next time you are channel surfing.

Paintball is a great time, Skirmish in the Poconos is amazing... but expensive.

This is has been talked about as "the ipod killer", but I don't see that happening. If the specs meet what they have been pitching it will be a good product, however I don't see it reaching beyond the niche of the portable gaming community. The ipod has "cool" and "trendy" on its side, those are two items that are hard to topple by force. They work like an avalanche in that it starts small and grows exponentially. It'll be interesting to see how apple plans to ride the wave and get the most out of it.

I said that same thing when I was younger... then I started going to bars and parties. There is something about being at a bar or nightclub that brings out the smoker in everyone. I had been smoking for about 3 years, then one day a few months ago I just got tired of smoking and stopped. Haven't smoked since.

Imitation is the highest form of flattery... although when it may cost you money its serious. You should post a question on his auction about his verbage

wtf mates? hehehe

Its hard to tell... Maybe they are waiting till the lawyers figure out a way to get around some patents for them to release it... or it could be the pixelation of our monitors and the photo

Ah, who needs to study? I think it would be kind of fun, even if it was just a few of us playing low limit on a private table. A tournament with some prizes would be even better. Hopefully others chime in. Chris It would have to be pretty low limit for my bank account.

I don't do the online thing, but we have a Tuesday night thing (which I skipped to study (which I should be doing now))... I'd be down for some sort of TSG tournament. That would be great!

Side note: 50/50 Red Bull Vodka's are almost enough to make Philly girls look hot... almost

alcoholic: Coors Light or Mich Ultra now this is coming from a self-prclaimed be snob but there is something about those beers and physical activity that go well together. Non-alcoholic: Lemon Propel

Good point... I think my short attention span probably saved me from having some major issues. I tend to get tired of this real quickly, hence club hoing when I have money. I only posted that because I honestly don't care who knows that about me. That is me that is who I am. I would tell my parents all that but I really don't think they want to know.

Darn it! I really like that soft feel the pro v1 has. It is just so much more pleasant to hit than any old rock. I guess I better stock up on the old schools while I can.

Shoe, I don't know your situation, or do I want to, but I feel that this would be an appropriate time to share with all of you a little bit more of me. Hopefully all of you with kids out there my age or approaching it can take something from it and learn. First off I am an only child. I come from two great parents who would do anything for me and never expect anything in return. I honestly couldn't have asked for better parents, I wouldn't trade them for anything. In all through my primary education I was a goodie-goodie, I got good grades, I played in the band, I played sports, I was President of the Latin club, but I wasn't a complete tool. I still managed to do alright with the ladies. It all started in middle school, my buddies and I would go to the swimming pool in the summer and sit around with lippers of tobacco, because we thought that was cool. And usually a day wouldn't go by without one of us puking or heads off from swallowing some of the dip. Back then we didn't even think of smoking, because we were all on the soccer team. Then we saw some of the guys on the High School team smoking cigarettes. So now we were smoking cigarettes. We used to have to walk two miles to get to this gas station that would sell to anything that walked in the door. I never really liked cigarettes or dip. I did them to be cool. I never did either when I was alone. Both usually ended up making me feel sick, but I did them anyways, because like all young kids I strived to be "cool" and if I had to feel like I was on the brink of puking at all times to be "cool" then by God I was going to do it! Next came pot. I has wanted to try it, but was just waiting for an opertunity to arise. Then one day in the summer before ninth grade, again at the pool, some of the older guys from the soccer team were smoking some pot and asked if I wanted in. I remeber we smoked out of this little bong that collapsed into what looked like, or could be mistaken for a film container. We smoked, I did get high my first time. I almost freaked out because they were threatening to make me drink the bong water. Next came alcohol. I can't even remember my first experience with alcohol. It was some time during ninth grade. Back then and to this day I never really cared for alcohol. Now don't get me wrong, I love beer, but in moderation. Mixed drinks and shots are not my bag. The only times I have fun with alcohol are when I the drunk sneaks up on me. I hate going out to those meat market bars. I stand there the whole time wishing I was drunk, then I get home and wish I was sober, and then in the morning I wish I was dead. I hate alcohol. In tenth grade the school started doing random drug tests so during the school year I would stop smoking pot. This only opened up opertunities for other drugs, since most drugs get out of your system in a few days where as pot takes weeks to get out of your urine. So the next method of intoxication came in the form of "the rave". I was working for this cater and ran into this kid I knew from high school, who then invited me to go with him to this rave. I had to beg and beg my parents to let me go, and against their better judgement they let me go. I will spare you all the details but over the course of the night I ingested in the following order; some sort of muscle relaxer, some green triangular pill, half of another white pill, and then some ketamine. It was one of the crazier experiences of my life, crazy in a good way. The rave thing went on for the next two years. I got to know all sorts of drugs because of raves. Most of the time I really didn't know what exactly I was taking, but I had this feeling of invinsibility. I kept telling myself I was going to these parties because I really liked the music and the drugs were just a bonus. I could definitely feel the effects of the pills on my brain. I would only go about once a month and for the week after I was half retarted. Observing this I decided to ration myself to only on roll per term in my freshman year of college. I tried going to raves without pills and it was not as much fun. Without the drugs my interest dwindled. I didn't even really smoke that much pot during my freshman year, my college friends weren't really into it so I didn't really do it. Instead it was the frat parties and waking up next to the toilet. In hidesite I would have had a much better time in my room with a joint and a good book, but thats not how you get laid. And that is the number one concern of most freshman boys. I got myself a steady girl and the drinking dwindled off and I started smoking pot again. I got tired of that girl, continued to smoke and drank a little. This basically continued until present. In recent times I have experimented with coke, I could see where I might get caught up in it if I was less stable. Two weeks ago a started a hiatus from pot because I want to make sure I am clean if I have to take a pee test for a job for after I graduate. I miss it I really do. I miss taking a few hits and walking around the city with a camera. I miss taking a few hits and curling up with a book before bed. I miss the honest and intraspective conversations that would come up while sharing smoke with friends. I really wish I didn't have to be a criminal to enjoy these times. My dream job would be to own a bar that only sold premium weed and premium water. I love spring water and pot, a match made in heaven. Anyhow through all this I almost managed to get out without my parents knowing about any of it... I skipped my senior prom to go to this four day rave. When I returned home I have been up for four days and was still tweaked out from a steady diet of ecstasy, acid, and crystal meth. My parents sat me on the couch and told me someone had told them that I was doing drugs. I figured I was trapped and outright denial was not the way to go, so I figured I'd admitt to the pot hoping it would satisfy them and stop them from digging deeper and finding the real mess I was. They sent me to a shrink, who I only told about the pot. He said, based on the fact that I was an honor roll student and seemed to have my s**t together that I was just experimenting and didn't need further treatement. My parents were satisfied. Lately my parents have kinda busted me a couple of times. Its only because I really don't care if they know or not. As a matter of fact I wish they would know. I really wish I could sit down and smoke a bowl with my parents. That is on my things to do list. I think it would be fun. Anyhow I have my s**t together. I am on the brink of graduating from one of the most rigerous engineering programs in the country in the top 5% of my class. I have beautiful wonderful girlfriend who I plan to spend the rest of my life with. All and all, I'd have to say I am doing pretty good up to this point. I have to say that all my drug abuse in the past has made me a better person today. It has taught me a lot about how little we actually know about reality and how twisted our perseptions can become. the rave years were definitely the low point for me, and also the most dangerous. During this time I also had no idea who I was. I thought I was being an individual. I felt so cool because I was part of the "underground" however I was just pledging to a less popular flag. I felt like I had an identity with this "underground" because I had baggy pants. It was completely rediculous, but something I think everyone goes through at some point. My girlfriend had a huge problem with an eating disorder, it almost killed her. I guess my misadventer was just a wrong turn in the search for self idenity. I saw this image of a "raver" and want to be it, but it wasn't me. I am still not sure I can tell you who I am, but I feel like every day I get a better sense of what I like and what matters to me. I am not sure what I set out to do with this, so I can't really be sure if I acomplished anything with it. It was very cathartic to write, so sorry if I bored you

E-A-G-L-E-S EAGLES!! If there is one thing you should never do it is to cross an Eagles fan. We have waited so long for this, please just let us enjoy this for as long as you can. When I first came to know the Eagles it was the Buddy Ryan years... not a lot in the "W" catagory but fun to watch. Then came the dark ages as I call them... Richie K, and R. Rhoads... oh so hard, oh so terrible, but I was there in my green and white. And then the new quite genious in town Mr. Ried and all his promises. And after all those years, the pain, the suffering, the tears, the jeers, the dissappointment., we are here. It still hasn't set in that we made it this far, and it will only really hit me when I see them run out the tunnel in Jacksonville. There are no fans in NFL more passionate about their football team than the Philadelphia fans. To try to detract in anyway from a moment of glory so rare in a city so deserving is a crime. Shame on you Sir. Shame on you.

Have to agree on that pete . My new G5 iMac is perfect :cool: G5!!! I am so envious, those things are so nice. When (and if) I get a job I'd like to pick one of those up as the home computer

I grew up with Johnny's monologes tucking me into bed on friday nights. No one will ever do a better job.

I have the best anti spyware... its called OSX :-)

HipCheck... I love your avatar, I happen to catch that show! That had to be the funniest stuff I have ever seen on tv... MiniMe riding a scooter ass naked, only to ride over and piss in the corner... classic!

So whats going on these days around here... anyone feel like bringing me up to speed?

Well if you can't tell the real thing than maybe I'll take my posting other places! Yeah Right! Look at this... two days in a row! live in fear people!

damnit!! I stop by here for a few minutes and then you have to make me go over there and waste a hour!! I might have to grab a few of those for a screen saver.

was' up guys! Long time... I have been getting my ass kicked by school! No time at all... I mean between trying to get drunk enough to make Philly girls look good and pass my classes I have had no time for tsg. It is seriously funny how priorities change, in this stray bit of boredum I came here to say hi to some of the folks from way back in the day. I when I started coming to this site it was so I could be on top of the latest golf club news. Now I come back for the comrodery... ...but now all of a sudden I am really wondering what Scotty Cameron has been up too... hehe... thanks for the emails that I never reply to... I suck at that...

I don't believe my eyes... :-D Is this really Pete? :wink: Gotta love this place its like Cheers!