JK is for John is the King!

You know its getting a bit repetitive harping on about my famous darts victories but well.....I'll never get tired of it. Chris and Ron were up tonight and the doubles were split evenly....except for poor Chris proving the kiss of death to whatever combination he was a member of, so Ron, Dad and I each enjoyed 2 sets of first to 3 legs. In the round robin singles however I was invincible, Dad tried to defeat the JK, but he was stricken to the ground, 2 legs to nil. Ron tried to defeat the JK but he was stricken to the ground, 2-0. Chris tried to defeat the JK, paradoxically getting closer then any in terms of getting to a peg, but he was stricken to the ground, 2-0.
Yes the Pool God in his alias as the darts god JK was without peer and took it all 6-0. By a twist of fate Ron and OMK tied on 3 legs apiece so set to a one-on-one contest in earnest, they are still at it as I type! Such a spirited contest for second has seldom been seen:P . But PG rules supreme!
PG Out.

Flat Earth

It was da Vinci I think who is attributed with the quote, "It is a poor pupil that does not surpass the master". Anyway the flat earth philosophy is a fear that, instead of society progessing with every successive generation, it suddenly regresses.

Now on a parallel note I was musing over how every cover letter I seem to improve upon it a little bit which led me to ponder whether I would ever reach a stage of perfection, where there was nothing left to improve, or whether I would merely think I had reached a perfect stage but in say five years time I would look back on my cover letters and shake my head at how young I was. My essays in highschool for example seemed perfect at the time, they certainly accrued the requisite grades but when I was at uni I would gaze over them and shake my head. Ditto in a few years time over the HD essays I had written in first year, etc.

But today a dialysis tech job appeared, a job for which I received an interview last year but did not get the job, probably because I was on the cusp of finishing my degree. Thus I figured if I used the exact same cover letter again, with relevant updates of outdated statements, I should again get an interview where I presume to fare better.

Loading up my cover letter I expected to be shaking my head at how naive I was but instead it was the opposite: this was better then some of the stuff I had sent off lately as it still had a touch of optimistic exuberance about it that my current letters, whilst formally correct, do not possess. It seems instead of improving I've been flat earthing! Hah! Well at least my eyes are open now!
Avanti!

PG Out

Let Slip the Darts of War

Well after floggin the old man on Mon I felt sorry for him and let him have a few 501s before I sent him packing in round the clock. Today however we had company in South Easters team mate Chris. Thus in front of company I had to go hard to let all and sundry know who was boss. There was some stirling darts from everyone, 140s, 135s, 125s, tons and 95s flew thick as thieves till the darts blotted out the sun. Well it could also have been night time, but none the less amongst the chaos the PG held his nerve to peg when the crunch was on, taking 4 victories, OMK 3 victories after sending everyone into fits of laughter with his rant after a dart hit 13 instead of 18, cunning old bugger he is, Chris a suprsing 2. With the obligatory desert of round the clock the Old man started walking at a rapid pace but a d8 shot yours truly in front. Then the old man took a leaf out of Alicia Molek's book and begun crapping on constantly while I was trying to hit the bull however I returned fire with the pysch out that "The old man can't hit a bull if he doesn't do it first dart". With his first dart going wide it was champagne time as true to form the next two were in more danger of hitting Banjo then the bull. Just to prove the PG can peg with any dart the bull was hit next throw on the second dart, the first being a perfect sighter. Gameshot and line honours to PG. As it should be. Now to tuck into this cheese, stick o roo, mango chutney late night snack the loser, gallant in defeat, has prepared.

Oh did I mention I did it all whilst wearing the old man's former bulla shirt?
BULLA!
PG Out.