mit und ganzfeld

You ever see this design in a blog? It has to be the worst website design ever, especially if you have to spend more than few seconds reading it. It f*cks with your eyes seriously.

There was a series of experiments in the sensation/perception literature in which subjects were sensory deprived and they reached some sort of state that alledgedly allowed them to telecommunicate or have some sort of ESP. That state was termed a "ganzfeld." Reading long posts in blogs with white type on black background puts me in a serious ganzfeld.

I have had some real premonitions in the last several years. For example, I had this weird feeling that Ted Koppel would soon be leaving Nightline. I also knew that Iraq had no WMDs, apparently before our own government did. And, I also had a feeling that I would get caught stealing mass quantites of toilet paper. Now I understand it all. Reading these damn blogs that make my eyes go craZY nystagmus.

Cat in a laundry chute

Not much to say right now so here's a picture of a cat in a laundry chute. I can feel a real post brewing deep inside my bowels, if I don't sh*t it out first, it will be ready tonight.

Back in the Saddle

Finally put together a decent finish in a multi yesterday. Placed seventh of 700+ in a
$10 tourney on stars good for about 250 bones. Went out when my Q10 went down to J10 on a turned straight. Can't complain though. Got lucky once when my pocket 10s took down aces and was able to win most of my races to get me to the final table. It was a turbo tourney and I went card dead at the end, the combination of which melted my stack down to where I had to gamble with so-so hands. I was hoping for my first 4 figure score, but I guess that will have to wait.

Don't play poker drunk

The following is from one 3 hour session on pokerstars and fulltilt after 6 beers and 4 glasses of wine:

$2/4 Stud -245.00
$.25/.50 Pot limit omaha -120.00

Ouch. I' m really not sure how I did it. The only hand I remember specifically was losing with rolled 6s. Should have taken that as an omen. That being said, the stud games on stars are generally pretty soft. I've played up to from $1/2 to $5/10 and the only difference that I've noted is that at $1/2 some people will call you when they can't beat your board, while at the higher limits this won't happen. All you need to win at this game is to heed Mike McD's advice in Rounders (or Reese's section in SSI) and have a rudimentary understanding of pot odds.

No Boss

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with the republican party? Taking their problems out on The Boss. What a bunch of babies. They are getting kicked around a little bit lately and now they act like 3 year olds. I am half expecting them to take the ball and go home. Err wait, our very own Rep. Sensenbrenner already has.

Bahhhhhhhhhhhh

Steve Albini is a decent 7 card stud player.

I was playing a little 7 card stud on pokerroom.com and noticed someone with the name Steve Albini sit down. A couple of people asked if he was the Steve Albini and he said he was. He was pretty decent from what I could tell. Tight aggressive. At one point I lost a hand where I made a flush on 5th and lost to a runner runner boat. I commented that I got "shellac-ed" on that hand. The engineer, producer, musician extraordinaire left not long after.

Although it seems weird that someone would use his name as their poker handle, I was a little skeptical that this was actually Steve Albini playing $1/2 stud. Google some shit and found out that poker is apparently a hobby for Mr. Albini. Well, hot shit!

Required Reading

The names of 50,000+ soldiers killed in Vietnam are on this wall.

In On the Kill Taker

The Washington monument reminds me of Fugazi and the Season 3 episode of the Simpsons where they go to DC for Lisa's Reader's Digest essay competition.

Things seen in DC so far: A group of 3 15 year old nerdish republican boys talking about "typical liberals." Bums sleeping on the benches near the 'Ellipse.' Middle fingers extended in the direction of the white house.

Pillow Talk

I don't really care about pillows anymore. I had this pillow as a kid that was awesome. The kind of pillow that fit your head like a glove. And it was always cold, like it had some built-in cooling device. No putting that bugger next to the AC to cool it down, nope. Well, I ended up leaving that damn pillow in a hotel room. My mom even called when we got home to see if they could send it back to me, but I never saw that damn thing again. The hotel staff must have thought we were retards. What 12 year old kid travels with a special pillow? A 12 year old boy with chronic neck problems? Someone who drools all over the place or has an unhealthy attachment to comfort object.
Now I don't care about pillows, I could rest my head on a burlap sack full of bricks.

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