Blech.

I'm sick so few updates until I'm better.

But this caught my attention. About time those limeys got something right.

Whew!

Well, I've been drinking for about 2 weeks straight. I'm such a winner.
No time to write one of my long, insightful posts since I have to revise those manuscripts and send another one off.
I'm such a grownup.

P.S. I just realized I said "I'm such a grownup." right after I said that I've been drinking for 2 weeks straight. I'm gonna leave it as is. I like it.

P.P.S. Please note that Isabella has started posting again. Mr. Wells and Talula, you're on teh chopping block unless I see some activity soon.

Here's to swimmin' with bow-legged women.

"In fact he was one of those sea-dogs in whom all the hardship and peril of naval life in the great prolonged wars of his time never impaired the natural instinct for sensuous enjoyment. His duty he always faithfully did; but duty is sometimes a dry obligation, and he was for irrigating its aridity whensoever possible with a fertilizing decoction of strong waters."
- Melville

This guy is awesome.

I wish I were this crazy.

I find the most erotic part of a woman is the boobies

Yay Heads!
Another paper accepted!
This get-rich-quick scheme of doing science may actually work out.

I'm not an abject failure!

Just a regular failure!

Lady Head and I just got one of our manuscripts accepted. Hardly any revisions.

Off to the bar!

Shuffle up and deal!

So we got out of town at about 4pm. We got to the casino about 9ish. We checked in and I went right to poker. Figured I'd start with some 3/6 hold'em. Wow these people are horrid. That said, I lost a couple of pots and decided to move to no limit. Originally it was a good idea since I ran my stack up from 120 to 350ish in about 30 minutes. I now have a greater understanding of the word "producer" when it comes to poker. There was this drunk guy that was a total asshole. Luckily he was also very bad at poker. I mean fucking terrible. So bad in fact, that when he finally lost all his money I considered leaving the game. But his buddies were still there and they were also bad. But I got it all in with KK against - go ahead, guess - yep, AA and lost it all.
I then took a break and visited the Evil Dcotor. I convinced him to do a Jager Bomb (I wasn't going to drink it) but they didn't have Red Bull. I would have paid handsomely to see that.

Then I went back to the game. Got a nice stack. Was thinking about leaving at 3 am considering how fucking drunk I was. Free whiskey makes Head LOOOOOOAAAAADDDDDEEEEDDDD. Probably should have. About 5am I managed to squint through the alcoholic haze and saw AA. Ran into 22 which isn't a problem until a 3rd 2 comes. Idiot. Rebuy and get a little of it back.

Finally go to bed. Wake up at 8:30, grab a buffet, and back to the game. Couple of beers and I'm good. Even on the day after 2 hours and they say there's a $105 tournament about to start. Well, why not? Rough time. I was starting to feel the effects of the previous night. Some guy was smoking next to me and I really thought I was going to vomit right there on the table. After busting out I went and took a nap. Woke up, had dinner with ED. And went back to the no limit game. First hand I lost $50. I said fuck this and went to 3/6. While waiting, my head was pounding, pounding, oh God why doesn't it stop pounding? I could not find asprin anywhere. Finally I gave on of the waitstaff $5 to find me some asprin. That helped, and I made the brilliant decision to switch to highballs instead of straight whiskey. With several of those under my belt my headache was gone and I proceeded to completely crush that game and win quite a bit.

I'm amazed I won considering that my brain wasn't working too well. One hand I looked at one card, a Q, and then the other card, a Q and got excited. Well turns out I looked at the same card twice. Everyone got a kick out of that one.

I was thinking that it was about 9pm. I thought that I had a good session and I'll go watch a movie or something. I asked the guy next to me what time it was. He said 10 minutes 'til 1. What??? I figured it's really time to go.

So, after room, board, and other expenses I spent $200, so that's good.

We got back about 5pm. Felt like Manhattan-thirty to me so we started drinking again. Lady Head made dinner and we dropped ED off at the airport at 8pm.

All in all a fun weekend, full of much needed debauchery.

Feeling a little run down today. Hence the crappier than usual post.

End of the world/ The most I've ever lost gambling.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.
That's it. I just lost more than I can afford.
GA here I come. I've learned my lesson. Just let me get through this.

I lost a bet and now I have to go see - and write a report on - Roll Bounce.

I have a disease. I'm sick. Someone help me.


P.S. Evil Doctor is coming into town tomorrow and we're headed to Tunica to do some heavy drinking and gambling biznatch! Wish us luck!

Just came across Turbo's haiku.

J. Crew 'log not here
Starbucks sans Cappuccinos
Life not worth living

He promised more but we have yet to see any.

Anyway, great weekend. Kinda fuzzy though. Yesterday I was going to see "A History of Violence" but Lady Head didn't feel like going. She said for me to go but we ended up deciding on having a "Headstock"

You know what movie is awesome when your high? Footloose. Just completely ridiculous. You won't stop laughing. And, holy shit, Chris Penn is all rocked up in it!

Then we made a huge dinner. Lady Head's famous caesar salad, pasta, meatballs, cheesecake. I was fat and happy.

Ha ha ha ha.

This is the guy you're "dating".

Also funny.

Happy Booze Day!

So I never felt closer to this article than today. Specifically the staying home from work and drinking because a good movie was on. I had to come home after working out to wait for the HVAC guy to come inspect our unit. They rescheduled for Weds. but I really did not feel like going to work. Then I saw Killing Zoe was about to start and I hadn't seen that movie in ages. Unfortunately I actually didn't drink and celebrate "Booze Day" and I just came in to work.
Sigh. Someday.

The other thing is I'm about fed up with these spammers. While I'm mildly entertained by how they half-heartedly try to give an appearance that they are actual bloggers that just stumbled on your blog and they really like your writing (pretty much proof that they haven't read word one of this blog).

Also, it's pretty evident that I have nobody to argue with down here since I continuously and purposely take The Ash-Hole's lame baiting in my comment section just for the pleasure of arguing with someone.
Sigh.

My last word on that subject is that he's a dirty pinko hippie and I am awesome.

Fuck you Roy Jones Jr.

Fuck you, you lazy, timid cocksucker.
Did any of you see the "fight" on saturday? What a travesty. One round Jones threw eight punches. Not landed, threw (he landed one of those). Eight. In the entire round. It was disgusting. I was watching it with about 15 people and we were all just amazed.
Now Jones' heart hasn't been in it for a few years. I guess when you're considered the best of all time for so long you may lose some of that drive. So sure, spend more time training fighting cocks in Mexico. Put out an album. What? A bit part in one of the Matrix movies? Sure why not.
But Tarver dropped him last time. I assumed that this would motivate Jones. Gotta think of the legacy and all. Plus he got his dad back as a trainer.

Wow, was I fucking wrong. He spent most of the fight dancing around, doing his Roy Jones Jr. thing. Hands down, tongue out - showboating. He managed to land a good punch here and there until about the 5th round. Just one punch at a time. No combos, no follow up.
After that, he just tried to avoid getting hit. Still almost got knocked the fuck out.

It's sad. I loved Roy Jones Jr. No one came close. And now he's a piece of shit. It's kind of like the first time I saw Color of Money. It's an OK movie on its own I guess. I'm guessing because if you've ever seen The Hustler it's one of the most depressing movies of all time. Paul Newman is... so...old. C'mon, you're Paul fucking Newman. He should have been killed after Slapshot.

And yes, part of it is that I lost a bundle. The idealism in me said that Jones was gonna win this one. He took money out of Lady Head's pocket.

Also, fuck the Cleveland Indians. Not to channel my grandfather but - what a bunch of bums. How many times can you screw up a great situation?
More money out of Lady Head's pockets.

Lastly, I don't like the new theme song on "The Batman" cartoon.
I like the old one much better.