#BingoRageStudio

New bit of poetry, The Butcher's Daughter (OOPS! Wrong link originally given. Updated April 30.),
over at Drip and Spew (main page).

Digg it!,Add to del.icio.us,

,
Googlize this post!,Save to newsvine!,Add to RawSugar
Spurl this!,tagtooga This!,Add to MyWeb
Add To Any Service!,Sphere it!

Tags:
bingorage,blog,native media,poetry,Fort Frances,northwestern ontario

Why so mad

Bingo-Rage was an inside joke between my Mum and I. She was a diehard, loyal bingo player who passed away a few years ago. Her jones wasn`t the multimillion dollar jackpots bleeding Las Vegas dry, it was the insatiable $50 inside square and the lascivious, yet demure thousand dollar jackpot.

I could always tell when she had missed a big pot; holding onto a card that only needed two more numbers, when the ballcount was only at 36. Or, some such compelling position. She then watched twenty-two balls dance by, sometimes right next door; but fail to light on her stoop. She was steamed.

I smile and declare ``another clear, cut case of Bingo Rage. Tut, tut...``

That earned a harumph and we would run our post-Bingo routine: analysis of the night`s lineup and remembrances of triumphs past.

:Eric

#BingoRageStudio

Pages

Saturday, April 29, 2006

No comments:

BingoRage tip jar

Twitter

Search The Rage

Brewing BingoRage

Why so mad

Twitter Rage

VideoRage

Use the Rage

BingoRagerz

Archived Rage