(Needlessly Profane) Blatherings

• Poker is a sick disgusting game. Anyone that plays poker is sick and disgusting. I went into tonight riding a sick disgusting losing streak. Within an hour I was down another $500. Sick. Disgusting. I was starting to think about things like my sick resume and disgusting rush hour traffic. That was around 1am. Now its 4am and I finished the session with $41 more than I started with. What the fuck is wrong with me at the beggining of my poker sessions? I can't win then to save my life, but I swear I'm a fucking world championship caliber player starting in my 3rd hour at the table. Obviously I'm exaggerating a little bit. Sick and disgusting...long run....EV...variance...full house...big blind...omaha...serenity now. SERENITY NOW!
  

• One thing that I've learned in my first few days with the sweet Yahoo Music Unlimited thing is that Lyle Lovett is awesome. Before this endorsement sets off a wave of sarcastic comments, make sure you've actually listened to some of his stuff before you bash him. I know he's an ugly dude and superficially its hard to see how he ever got Julia Roberts, but he's fucking talented. Even if his stuff isn't your style, you're going to have a hard time not respecting him if you are any kind of music lover.

• I saw Star Wars tonight. I hadn't even seen all of the first trilogy before college, but I became a fan. I've enjoyed the last two new movies, and was looking forward to this one. For me, Star Wars is great for creating a fascinating far-away exotic galaxy that we can all relate to this world. The plotlines are intricate, but they rely on simple themes: good vs evil, destiny, father vs son, etc. The battles are usually very well done, and Jedis are just really cool. So that's what I like about Star Wars. But these movies consistently deliver awful acting and cheesy dialog. Why can't we have a fucking decent actor be a Skywalker? Sigh.

• Next week I get to take the big splint off and just tape my pinky to the ring finger. Looking forward to that. My left wrist is so sore from being locked in place by the splint. Aww, poor me. Sigh.
  

• I count 4 F-bombs in these blatherings. Chill out?