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The Sands Casino: my new haunting grounds!
Posted 15 years agoHello again! Last week me and a friend went to Bethlehem PA to check out the Sands casino off Route 78. At just a hair over an hour from where I live, it was a better alternative than Atlantic City which is over 2 hours away on a good day. So what the heck, I figured we could see what it was like, lose some money in the process, and have a good time.
We arrived around 3pm. Although it's not particularly glitzy or super fancy like the Borgata (love the Borgata!), it is also not nearly as huge and overwhelming, so I never felt lost or freaked out like some very large public spaces filled with drunks and lost souls can do to me. I think we managed the whole perimeter on a casual walk in about 10-15 minutes, but who was counting?
Lots of smoke, smokers and smoking in the smoking zones. Ashtrays littered the slot machines. The nonsmoking zones could still net you a lung full of cancer, but hey, you have to figure it all travels, so why fight it.
Food courts! Lots of food options, which was fantastic. And the prices were fair and reasonable compared to AC. They had buffets for under $20 (vs. $30 at the Borgata, yeesh!), several small standalone restaurants such as a nice steak house, bars, and a large food court that had about 10 different food vendors to choose from. This is where we ate, more specifically the Chinese vendor aka the Far East (yeah). I had a heaping plate of chicken lo mein for $10, believe me it was good! And so many other things to choose from: pizza, salad and panini bar, hamburger joint, Italian, and a crepe bar! Mmmm! If I had had some money left over at the end of the night I'd have gotten me some crepes!
Video slots, penny arcade games, all the automated games were around the sides, and the dealer operated table games were in the center. We both started off in the video slots area to warm up. I only used $10 and went up or down until I broke even and cashed out, I'm not a big fan of those things. My friend was more into them, so while he kept playing I went off to explore some table games.
First up was a Wheel of Fortune game, $2 minimum, where you place your bets on 1,2,5,10,20 or 45 spots, the wheel is turned, and whatever number it settles on pays off. After a few rounds I placed my $2 minimum bet on the 45 spot, and won! $90 up, whoo hoo! Did a little more, lost some of that win, then went to pursue other games.
Roulette. Ah, roulette, my lovely little funtime pursuit! $15 minimum bet, can do the outer ring or spread your $15 over several inner numbers, which net the best payoffs. What's my strategy? Do I look at the number trends and bet based on the patterns I see? No, sillies! I just let my hand put down the chips as my hand sees it, no patterns here! It's whatever force guides me to lay down where I lay down, that's it. Simple. At my best I was up about $10 over what I first arrived with, which was $200 in cash. At worst I was down to $100, but that's fine. I did that game for hours, and enjoyed it all.
Found another new game, which the first time around I did rather well in, lucky me! It's called Sic Bo, a dice chance game, $2 minimum. The automatic dice shaker shakes the 3 dice, you put down your bets on a nice big light up table. You can bet based on which one die, two dice combo, three dice triplet, or overall total score (1+3+5=9) will show up. You can bet on just one choice or scattergun the whole board. I will say that I had a rare win streak on this, and made maybe $60-70 on this game the first time around. Then luck caught up, I started to lose, and left it.
And now... the game that sunk both me and my friend in no uncertain way... the game that was truly addictive and hopeless to walk away from...
Video Blackjack.
See, I had intended on going to a dealer run blackjack table after my first $100 was spent on whatever other games I fancied. We spotted the video blackjack, with its pre-recorded human dealers peering out from a giant video screen at the players. We both put in $20 each, made it up to $140 then down to $100 before we split to eat, vowing to come back and double our money.
Oh, man, that game sucked us dry. What money I had won, or didn't spend on other games, I just kept pumping it into that video blackjack. And then I had zero dollars in my pocket. Zero. My friend kept it up a bit more on his own, then folded when he had $12 left.
And you'd say, hey, why keep playing? We should have called it when we were down to under $100, it would have been just fine. No harm done, right?
Because it's GAMBLING!
There's no sense in making a couple of dollars and calling it a day when you could make HUNDREDS, even THOUSANDS of dollars! (pant pant pant) Gambler's logic. You'll learn.
And we went outside so he could smoke.
And we saw the snow falling.
And we decided to leave right there and then.
It was 2am.
So the nice one hour commute there turned into a one hour 40 minute slog back, with snow flying straight into the windshield, crazy motorists shooting by even with the unplowed highway conditions and treacherous slipperiness, and a few stops just to unclog the poor wipers that kept getting covered in snowy ice, or icy snow, what have you. We got back around 4am. Yay!
We'll be back!!! And spend more money! And hope we can win win win !!!
I love gambling. Mrow!
We arrived around 3pm. Although it's not particularly glitzy or super fancy like the Borgata (love the Borgata!), it is also not nearly as huge and overwhelming, so I never felt lost or freaked out like some very large public spaces filled with drunks and lost souls can do to me. I think we managed the whole perimeter on a casual walk in about 10-15 minutes, but who was counting?
Lots of smoke, smokers and smoking in the smoking zones. Ashtrays littered the slot machines. The nonsmoking zones could still net you a lung full of cancer, but hey, you have to figure it all travels, so why fight it.
Food courts! Lots of food options, which was fantastic. And the prices were fair and reasonable compared to AC. They had buffets for under $20 (vs. $30 at the Borgata, yeesh!), several small standalone restaurants such as a nice steak house, bars, and a large food court that had about 10 different food vendors to choose from. This is where we ate, more specifically the Chinese vendor aka the Far East (yeah). I had a heaping plate of chicken lo mein for $10, believe me it was good! And so many other things to choose from: pizza, salad and panini bar, hamburger joint, Italian, and a crepe bar! Mmmm! If I had had some money left over at the end of the night I'd have gotten me some crepes!
Video slots, penny arcade games, all the automated games were around the sides, and the dealer operated table games were in the center. We both started off in the video slots area to warm up. I only used $10 and went up or down until I broke even and cashed out, I'm not a big fan of those things. My friend was more into them, so while he kept playing I went off to explore some table games.
First up was a Wheel of Fortune game, $2 minimum, where you place your bets on 1,2,5,10,20 or 45 spots, the wheel is turned, and whatever number it settles on pays off. After a few rounds I placed my $2 minimum bet on the 45 spot, and won! $90 up, whoo hoo! Did a little more, lost some of that win, then went to pursue other games.
Roulette. Ah, roulette, my lovely little funtime pursuit! $15 minimum bet, can do the outer ring or spread your $15 over several inner numbers, which net the best payoffs. What's my strategy? Do I look at the number trends and bet based on the patterns I see? No, sillies! I just let my hand put down the chips as my hand sees it, no patterns here! It's whatever force guides me to lay down where I lay down, that's it. Simple. At my best I was up about $10 over what I first arrived with, which was $200 in cash. At worst I was down to $100, but that's fine. I did that game for hours, and enjoyed it all.
Found another new game, which the first time around I did rather well in, lucky me! It's called Sic Bo, a dice chance game, $2 minimum. The automatic dice shaker shakes the 3 dice, you put down your bets on a nice big light up table. You can bet based on which one die, two dice combo, three dice triplet, or overall total score (1+3+5=9) will show up. You can bet on just one choice or scattergun the whole board. I will say that I had a rare win streak on this, and made maybe $60-70 on this game the first time around. Then luck caught up, I started to lose, and left it.
And now... the game that sunk both me and my friend in no uncertain way... the game that was truly addictive and hopeless to walk away from...
Video Blackjack.
See, I had intended on going to a dealer run blackjack table after my first $100 was spent on whatever other games I fancied. We spotted the video blackjack, with its pre-recorded human dealers peering out from a giant video screen at the players. We both put in $20 each, made it up to $140 then down to $100 before we split to eat, vowing to come back and double our money.
Oh, man, that game sucked us dry. What money I had won, or didn't spend on other games, I just kept pumping it into that video blackjack. And then I had zero dollars in my pocket. Zero. My friend kept it up a bit more on his own, then folded when he had $12 left.
And you'd say, hey, why keep playing? We should have called it when we were down to under $100, it would have been just fine. No harm done, right?
Because it's GAMBLING!
There's no sense in making a couple of dollars and calling it a day when you could make HUNDREDS, even THOUSANDS of dollars! (pant pant pant) Gambler's logic. You'll learn.
And we went outside so he could smoke.
And we saw the snow falling.
And we decided to leave right there and then.
It was 2am.
So the nice one hour commute there turned into a one hour 40 minute slog back, with snow flying straight into the windshield, crazy motorists shooting by even with the unplowed highway conditions and treacherous slipperiness, and a few stops just to unclog the poor wipers that kept getting covered in snowy ice, or icy snow, what have you. We got back around 4am. Yay!
We'll be back!!! And spend more money! And hope we can win win win !!!
I love gambling. Mrow!
toys! clothes! accessories!!! the dangers of material things
Posted 15 years agoI have been slowly gathering several items I will be using in photo sessions and video shoots, and I am thrilled beyond belief with what I am seeing! One day I will even go in public with them, once I am sufficiently adept in their use.
Today I finally received my 5" heeled, thigh high, patent leather boots (YIIIY!). I have been making lacing adjustments, breaking them in (while trying not to be broken by them) and learning to walk across the room in an unawkward, semi-sexy way. I now tower over myself, it's quite scary! I have worn other things that give the wearer some power, but these boots take it to a new level. Until today I had never felt such a yearning to wear something to gain power.
I have been a fetishist long before I thought of myself as a furry. Masks are a primary fetish to me, the ability to change faces and therefore personas is a deeply powerful trait. So if you look at my photos and videos, I may be a black cat. Or I may be a devil, a demon, a man, a woman, a damnable creature of the night. I can be all or none of these things.
Now a mask alone does not make the person. What covers the rest of the body can make or break the illusion one seeks to offer. So with the lycra suits, the boots, the gloves, capes, wrist bands, etc. one can acheive a very particular look with no ambiguity. The same goes with changing out these more obviously outre items for more classical ware. A sharp suit. A comfortable pair of pants with snappy suspenders. Converse All Star canvas shoes. A sleek fedora pulled down low over the eyes. Radiating coolness!
You would think by now that I am a shallow and materialistic cat. And I guess I could say
YES! I am.
And though I don't see this as bad, it can lead one down false paths. In attempting to discover and explore oneself with these fetishes, in a purely exhibitionist fashion, one can lose all sense of direction, become trapped in them, be rendered a walking mannequin. And empty husk. I don't wish to become Dusky Husk! So I must have some care in treading where I am going.
That will be all for tonight. I must caress my boots... mrow......
Your fine feline,
Dusky
Today I finally received my 5" heeled, thigh high, patent leather boots (YIIIY!). I have been making lacing adjustments, breaking them in (while trying not to be broken by them) and learning to walk across the room in an unawkward, semi-sexy way. I now tower over myself, it's quite scary! I have worn other things that give the wearer some power, but these boots take it to a new level. Until today I had never felt such a yearning to wear something to gain power.
I have been a fetishist long before I thought of myself as a furry. Masks are a primary fetish to me, the ability to change faces and therefore personas is a deeply powerful trait. So if you look at my photos and videos, I may be a black cat. Or I may be a devil, a demon, a man, a woman, a damnable creature of the night. I can be all or none of these things.
Now a mask alone does not make the person. What covers the rest of the body can make or break the illusion one seeks to offer. So with the lycra suits, the boots, the gloves, capes, wrist bands, etc. one can acheive a very particular look with no ambiguity. The same goes with changing out these more obviously outre items for more classical ware. A sharp suit. A comfortable pair of pants with snappy suspenders. Converse All Star canvas shoes. A sleek fedora pulled down low over the eyes. Radiating coolness!
You would think by now that I am a shallow and materialistic cat. And I guess I could say
YES! I am.
And though I don't see this as bad, it can lead one down false paths. In attempting to discover and explore oneself with these fetishes, in a purely exhibitionist fashion, one can lose all sense of direction, become trapped in them, be rendered a walking mannequin. And empty husk. I don't wish to become Dusky Husk! So I must have some care in treading where I am going.
That will be all for tonight. I must caress my boots... mrow......
Your fine feline,
Dusky
My intergalactic debut!!!
Posted 15 years agoHello, hello! My friend 
MaxCarotski has told me in no uncertain terms that I cannot use his journal space anymore on FA, poo on him! So while I'm still setting up house for myself on this site, I'll be posting journals more often here, just to keep the claws nice and sharp on the keyboard!
Allow me to introduce myself, for those of you who haven't followed Max's journals. My name is Samuel Catnipnik, but I like to be known as Dusky Sam, or Dusky to my good friends! I live with Max as a noncommital roommate, and enjoy pestering him and his two little lesbian mice friends Lulu and Lolita, who Max loves to document with his little picture camera. I do this pest act at some risk, as I have no real income and mooch off of Max relentlessly! He's been a pretty good sport about it I must say. The mice on the other hand, my! They mouth off to me like I was some sort of nobody! All they do is chirp about and play in wood shavings all day, while I go out at night to try and make a name for myself as a performance artist. Oh, how I LOVE to dress up and do weird things for the sake of Art, that trollop!
I know it would seem silly and trivial to say I'm here to meet furs and have ridiculous sexcapades with them, but that's me, silly and trivial! I'll be posting pictures of me-self posing in outrageous fashions and otherwise preening and admiring myself. Max, such a dour fellow, has told me I'm too vain, but someone has to dress nice around here! Even though I'm not rich that doesn't mean I shouldn't look fabulous! Now I just have to convince him to take my pictures...
I'm really queening out aren't I? I'm sure all the hard butch sorts are going, "My goodness, what a queen! He likes wearing high heels and hanging around with transvestites. I must break him!" Because all butch sorts start out their sentences with "My goodness" I'm sure. Or maybe you do...
No matter. I'm a rather easy going sort and don't have a care in the world for what others think of me (please please love me!) or how I dress (oh please do admire my patent leather boots!). I have faced rougher odds than this. Or have I?
Being a newish sort of character, I may have my changesbowie and metamorphose into a more severe sort when the foppishness wears thin and I wish for hungrier pursuits. I'm not a schizo, don't take me for mad, but myself and my human are figuring out all sorts of adventures together, and they may change depending on either of our whims. Be forewarned!
You'll likely see some version of this blog on furriesXtreme.org soon, and I'll leave the racier pictures and videos for that site. An FX exclusive! However, as that site is so ridiculous with its loading times and responsiveness, that's about all that will wind up there. For the most part this will be my real roost! So I'll keep it mostly clean and not too abysmal, as Max would disapprove.
Max: Hey, I don't care what you do on your own page, it was what you were posting on mine that got me all in a huff!
Dusky: What are you here for, a housewarming?
Max: Yes, I brought you some brownies!
Dusky: What a sweetheart! You know how much I love chocolate! Now go away.
Max: Huh?
Dusky: You heard me, chubby, beat it! This is my page now, so no intruders wanted!
Max: Well, how do you like that! Harumph harumph humph humph.... (walks away in a huff)
Heh heh heh! Now I don't have to share my brownies with him! yay!
Until later then,
Dusky Sam
(munch munch munch)
MaxCarotski has told me in no uncertain terms that I cannot use his journal space anymore on FA, poo on him! So while I'm still setting up house for myself on this site, I'll be posting journals more often here, just to keep the claws nice and sharp on the keyboard!Allow me to introduce myself, for those of you who haven't followed Max's journals. My name is Samuel Catnipnik, but I like to be known as Dusky Sam, or Dusky to my good friends! I live with Max as a noncommital roommate, and enjoy pestering him and his two little lesbian mice friends Lulu and Lolita, who Max loves to document with his little picture camera. I do this pest act at some risk, as I have no real income and mooch off of Max relentlessly! He's been a pretty good sport about it I must say. The mice on the other hand, my! They mouth off to me like I was some sort of nobody! All they do is chirp about and play in wood shavings all day, while I go out at night to try and make a name for myself as a performance artist. Oh, how I LOVE to dress up and do weird things for the sake of Art, that trollop!
I know it would seem silly and trivial to say I'm here to meet furs and have ridiculous sexcapades with them, but that's me, silly and trivial! I'll be posting pictures of me-self posing in outrageous fashions and otherwise preening and admiring myself. Max, such a dour fellow, has told me I'm too vain, but someone has to dress nice around here! Even though I'm not rich that doesn't mean I shouldn't look fabulous! Now I just have to convince him to take my pictures...
I'm really queening out aren't I? I'm sure all the hard butch sorts are going, "My goodness, what a queen! He likes wearing high heels and hanging around with transvestites. I must break him!" Because all butch sorts start out their sentences with "My goodness" I'm sure. Or maybe you do...
No matter. I'm a rather easy going sort and don't have a care in the world for what others think of me (please please love me!) or how I dress (oh please do admire my patent leather boots!). I have faced rougher odds than this. Or have I?
Being a newish sort of character, I may have my changesbowie and metamorphose into a more severe sort when the foppishness wears thin and I wish for hungrier pursuits. I'm not a schizo, don't take me for mad, but myself and my human are figuring out all sorts of adventures together, and they may change depending on either of our whims. Be forewarned!
You'll likely see some version of this blog on furriesXtreme.org soon, and I'll leave the racier pictures and videos for that site. An FX exclusive! However, as that site is so ridiculous with its loading times and responsiveness, that's about all that will wind up there. For the most part this will be my real roost! So I'll keep it mostly clean and not too abysmal, as Max would disapprove.
Max: Hey, I don't care what you do on your own page, it was what you were posting on mine that got me all in a huff!
Dusky: What are you here for, a housewarming?
Max: Yes, I brought you some brownies!
Dusky: What a sweetheart! You know how much I love chocolate! Now go away.
Max: Huh?
Dusky: You heard me, chubby, beat it! This is my page now, so no intruders wanted!
Max: Well, how do you like that! Harumph harumph humph humph.... (walks away in a huff)
Heh heh heh! Now I don't have to share my brownies with him! yay!
Until later then,
Dusky Sam
(munch munch munch)
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