Remember Frogger? I have many fond memories of drinking cherry koolaid while trying to hop my way to safety playing Frogger on Atari. Those were the days (sigh). Tonight once again I became the frog that didn't quite jump fast enough and got squished by big trucks carrying loads of bad beats. I'm down about a c-note, and cannot play another hand tonight. The tilt meter is on about 9. If it goes to 10, I'm going postal. Earlier tonight my roommate was out smoking a fag (that's brittish slang for cigarrette if you didn't know). As he walked back in our basement door he said to me: hey, you have a buddy. I looked over to see a small frog hopping behind my right stereo speaker. For about the next ten minutes, in between playing hands, I tried to catch him. He seemed to know exactly when to jump, and kept barely eluding my clumzy hands. Finally though I did snag him and tossed him into a shoe box. Then I boiled some water, cooked him up, and ate him in two bites. No, c'mon, I told you the tilt meter only made it to 9. I did not go postal on this poor frog. I caught him and released him back into our yard. For a brief moment I felt good about helping this tiny little creature make it back to his element. I thought maybe some good karma might be on the way. I sat down with a better attitude than before the frog hopped into my life. Two hands later I lost all my chips. Tomorrow is a new day. I'm close to picking up another bonus, which I desperately need. Also, any help from the cards would be nice. Any help. Otherwise if things keep going the way they are going, the next frog that gets cooked and eaten will be me...

Source: ** Phoenix Rising **