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BuncoWell I was close to right. The name of the game I had mentioned in an earlier post is acutally Bonco or Bunco. Though my memory did fail me a bit. It is acutally a dice game not a card game. I decided to do some research upon the game becasue I was currious as to just where it came from and such.
Here is a basic overview of the game:
Strictly speaking, Bunco is a game of dice, played in rounds. Players take turns rolling the dice and trying to accumulate as many points as possible to win each round. The game is played at tables of four in competing teams of two.
Players score points by rolling three dice and trying to match the number they're supposed to roll for that round. They get a point for each die that rolls the number, and if all three roll the number they score 21 points. They also score 5 points for rolling three of a kind of any other number. They get to keep rolling as long as they score one or more points with each roll. Once they fail to score they pass the dice to their left and the opposing team gets a chance to score.
During each round the teams at the Head Table try to score 21 points. The first team to score 21 points wins the round and play stops. At all other tables play stops when the Head Table play stops and the team with the highest score at each lower table wins the round.
At the end of the round players change seats, the winners at each of the lower tables move up a table, and the losers at the head table move to the lowest table. Players also switch partners at the end of the round, so you never play with the same partner twice in a row.
During play, players track the number of rounds they win and lose as a team, and the number of Buncos scored individually, on their personal scorecard. At the end of the night wins/losses and Buncos are tallied and prizes awarded.
Here is a little history on the game:
Bunco dates back to the late 1800's and was played by groups of women, school children, and couples. The old fashioned game of the future is becoming ever more popular at parties, social events, and new groups are popping up across the country. This was just amusing, it is the dictionary difinition of the word Bunco:
A swindle in which an unsuspecting person is cheated; a confidence game. 4:06 PM - 5/15/2008 - comments {0} - post commentRed Sky
11:31 AM - 5/15/2008 - comments {0} - post commentNostalgiaThey were talking about video games on the radio, as that is always a popular issue, and than one person called in about how he and his wife and thier friends play WoW and such, and the guys on the radio, was talking about how really that is not so different than back in the day when people would through bridge parties and sit around to play bridge, and well that just got me thinking.
Back in the day when I was younger, I remember every new years my aunt would have this part, win which we would play this really elaborate card game that lasted almost all night. I cannot remeber what it was called, but I keep wanting to call it Blanco, but I am pretty sure that is not right. I do not know where the game first came from, or where my aunt heard about it, and I think when he played there were prizes involved for the winner.
Now it has been a while, but this is the best of my memory of the game. There were all these different tables set up in my aunts house, and groups would gather around the tables, and it was some sort of card game you played, but than I think in addition, each player had this little like score card thing, and you would play this card game, and than after so long, a bell would ring, and at that point, whoever had the most points marked it on thier card and than everyone rotated to another table, and it would go on like that, you would move from table to table playing with different people all the time, and each time you won you marked it on your card, and than when someone had thier card filled out they would have to shout out the name of the game in order to offcially win. 8:33 AM - 5/15/2008 - comments {0} - post commentAverage JoeOne of the things I do not like about the university I am going to is the fact that it seems to lack a certain individuality there. What I mean is, that everyone just appears to be so average or normal in the way in which they dress. Though often times, I can be just a jeans and t-shirt kind of person, I also have been known to be rather quirky and have my own sense of style. I will just wear whatever I want to wear, what I think looks cool. And i love wearing clothes I think touch back to the Middle Ages, or the Renssicance, also like a little vintage/victorian flare. I love tunics, and shalls and capes and cloaks and sashes, and so forth. Let us just say when I go to a Ren. Fiar, the sort of things I wear to "dress up" basicaly consist of my regular daily clothes.
Now it is true that becasue of my transportation issue was of the moment, (i.e. me not yet having my drivers liscense) I only attend an off site campus that is closer to my house, and I have only a few times been to the main University Campus when I needed to buy books at the campus book store for classess.
But when I was attending Community College, there was a lot more sense of style, and individuality there, more people that could apperciate my off-beat sense. I would get people that complimented me on my cape and other such things, and really dug my digs.
But at the university, everyone just looks like everyone else, I do not really feel a particular inclination towd anyone, though for the most part they all seem nice enough, but well just a bit bland for my general taste. I do not think I have yet had one class where I saw someone that just reall struck me. They all look the same, they are like from a different realm than me, and I do not feel as if I am really one of them, or that I fit in among thier kind.
Now granted I am the last person in the world to attend school of the sake of wanting to socialize, and I am perfectly content to just keep to my own but nonetheless I do not mind the passing aquintence, and back at DVC (The community college) there were a few people that did catch my eye, and well I would have people ask me to read Tarot for them as it got to be rather well known that I was a Pagan. And this might sound a bit contradictory, but though I do not like to socialize, I do enjoy good conversation now and than, perhaps that is one of the reasons I like the interenet. 3:14 PM - 5/14/2008 - comments {0} - post commentDesert DreamsDesert Dreams Dust hovers masking the sky red the wind howls a low sound whispers in the ears dance upon the sands in shadows that don't exist. The wasp floats with a steady buzz skirting around rain drops so very rare. Sun above with a steady glare clouds only in dreams and songs sung of no place called home. Grit within the eye blurry the vision slowly breaking down in the haze of air. 7:57 AM - 5/14/2008 - comments {0} - post commentUnintended ArtThere are somethigns that just really strike me conceptially, that I do not understand why, but just speak to me artistically. I like calling it having the artist's eye. And this was one of those moments. I was just really drawn to it.
3:08 PM - 5/12/2008 - comments {0} - post comment100 Greatest Books - UpdateI came acros this list of what are considered to be the 100 greatest books of the 20th century, I decided that I would reach each of these books, here is the list of books I have read. The numbders in front of the title is the order they appear on the list. The * are a sort of 5 star rating system for how well I liked the book. I will also list if any the books I am in the progress of reading. TBA = To Be Announced
2.The Great Gastby * * * *
10. The Grapes of Wrath * * *
41. Lord of the Flies * * * *
45. The Sun Alos Rises * * * *
48. The Rainbow * * * *
64. The Catcher in the Rye * * * * *
78. Kim * * *
88.The Call of the Wild * * * * *
93. The Maugs * * * * *
21. Henderson the Rain King * * * *
69. The House of Mirth* * * * *
13. 1984 * * *
20. Native Son * * *
9. Sons and Lovers * * * *
31. Animal Farm * * *
3. A Portrait of the Artist As A Yong Man * *
58. The Age of Innocence * * *
15. To The Lighthouse * * *
25. A Passage To India * * * *
Books in Progress:
A Handful of Dust
A Clockwork Orange 2:10 PM - 5/12/2008 - comments {0} - post commentPlay It OutBill O' Riley is an idiot, I know many people are thinking well Duh! But believe it or not it is actually not his political views that I am here to make fun of now. But it is because of my feelings regarding his views that I take pleasure in mocking him now. 8:17 AM - 5/12/2008 - comments {0} - post commentSide NotesI like to do most of my book shopping in little mom and pop type bookstores that deal in the trading, buying, selling, of used and old books. For one thing I prefer giving my business to such places over big commercial stores, and they are good places to get classics, as well a lot of the books I read, are not like brand new books, but older books that have been around awhile, and plus, they are cheaper. It costs me the same to get like 3 or 4 books at one of these stores as it cost me to get one single book at a big chain bookstore. 5:39 PM - 5/11/2008 - comments {0} - post commentA Passage To IndiaIn A Passage To India there was this rather lovely description of a Hindu festival, and this particular passage had struck my interest and I quite liked it: 1:13 PM - 5/11/2008 - comments {0} - post commentAziz's PoemAziz’s Poem Baroom! Baroom! the echo sounds always the same the sound of Baroom Baroom it is love in the caves but the echo does not remain it follows you around Baroom Baroom love in the caves Baroom the voice of the gods Baroom when the echo begins to fade all of the sudden in the cool shade or heat of the sun Baroom it is and you try to get away Baroom Baroom always stays love in Baroom love is Baroom it began in the caves always the same Baroom! Baroom! 6:08 PM - 5/10/2008 - comments {0} - post commentDeaths SongDeaths Song A rose drop reflected in glass where visions dance with the soft touch of moth wings powered and faultering firefly light a first spark each eye blinking alternatively Breathe softly lips upon gentle petals a flavor on the tongue sweetest of nectar Snow blossoms unfurl in a show of crimson heat against the cold wind serenading through the trees Flush of virgin's breast a blush like the fire-red neck of the singing thrush but can it be called a song a lone enchantment beneath the willow she grieves with beauty Sorrow and death never before so vibrant a silent grave offers so much more life tangled within Avalon's passing mist Where souls dwell sipping from the chalice fed by a vernal spring Memories mean so little in long distant halls a little thing twisting in a spider's web awaiting to be devoured. 7:42 AM - 5/9/2008 - comments {0} - post commentQuote of the WeekDo not rely completely on any other human being, however dear. We meet all life's greatest tests alone--Agnes Campbell MacPhail7:25 AM - 5/9/2008 - comments {0} - post commentThe Dangers of Late Night Blog ReadingBoredom can get my into trouble. One night I had nothing to do, and so I just so happend upon this blog, that I had never previous read before, and I left a coment to one of thier enteries, and than today I happend to notice the blog again, and sense I had already commentned on it once I decided to take a look at it, debating if I wanted to reguararly read it or not, and when I was skimming through it, I read an entry preivously made, of which really changed my opinion about them, as I highly disaproved of what they said and no longer wish to associate with them, and odds are they would like not want to associate with me once they knew what my views. I began to regret having left that coment on thier blog, and considered acutally delelting it, and might still do so, supposing they offer that option on thier blog, as I have not went and checked yet.11:53 AM - 5/8/2008 - comments {1} - post commentDecentDecent A chalice dipped in the waters of Lethe offered in wisdom or foolishness to take the fatal sip or an offer of life Crimson red drops a Philosophers's stone transmuting the soul into heaven or hell The Lux of the spirit fallen or mistakenly so we all must make the choice between the offering; the red pill or the blue It is not meant to know the consequence until after the stroke is made. 9:46 PM - 5/6/2008 - comments {0} - post commentExecution of Your ChoiceI do not know how they first got on the topic of it, because I missed the beginning of the show, but on the radio that I always listen to in the morning, they started talking about executions and like the different executions different states have, or the different options for execution they have, and this gave me an idea. Albeit a rather morbid idea, but than such is to be expected from me. 10:13 AM - 5/6/2008 - comments {4} - post commentSurreal NatureSome expriments of mine
10:27 PM - 5/5/2008 - comments {0} - post commentSad News From the TrackThe Kentucky Derby was just this past weakend, and being a horse affinado I do love the races, it is one of my few faveorite sports. But there was some tragic news from the track, and so I wanted to honor a nobel and worthy horse. Fillies are typically unusualy to be ran in races, espcially big races, because it is true, they often do not place as high as stallions do. But as it happend there was a filly named Eight Belles running in the durby and she had had some previous wins prior to the durby and in the durby itself she came in a strong second, but shortly after the race was over, she collasped upon the track. It was discovered later, though no one really understands just how it happend, she had a compound fracture in both her front ankles, though she did not trip during the race, and no other horses were near her, and prior to the race she did not have any previous injurires, it was a freak accident. Becasue of the terribile pain caused by the injury, the owner and vetranaiarn found it best to euthinize her on the spot.
Here is Eight Belles:
(Eight Belles on the left)
8:37 AM - 5/5/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBlazoomyBlazoomy: this is my new faveorite word, though I cannot take personal cridit for this one. It came from the Clockwork Orange, and is used to mean mad, as in "crazy" mad, not "angry" mad. But I just think it is fun to say. 8:17 AM - 5/2/2008 - comments {0} - post commentQuote of the WeekBoth of these I found quite amusing:
On one issue at least men and women agree; they both distrust women.--Henry Louis Mencken
Runners up:
A true friend is one who overlooks your failures and tolerates your successes--Doug Larson 8:15 AM - 5/2/2008 - comments {0} - post comment
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