


Jarah and I were surfing the net while having a quiet discussion over some more things in life that don't make sense.
The three most heated topics were (in order of importance):
1) Why do they call them speed bumps if they are meant to slow you down? They should be called "slow down bumps" or at least "anti-speed bumps." She won that one by pointing out how lazy people are and that there's a lot of economy of vocalization and lack of typing by small-sizing it.
2) Why is it that on Cash Cab there are entrants that know that they're on Cash Cab on the first discussion with Ben and they still fall for his cheap trick of pretending they have the wrong answer when they are right? He does it almost every night. I won that one because she can only get about one in six answers right and I usually at least tie the contestants.
3) Who is the better surfer? I'm an expert poker surfer looking for the worst tables out there. And you are....
Well just sitting on a surfboard for your SI shoot. Granted you get some hottie points for looking so taut and lean, but for crying out loud, you're just siting on the board. That's not real surfing.
And there continues to be more bullfrap in the internet poker wold that really just doesn't make sense.
On the first hand of this game deanie timed out. As soon as he was done being a jackass he immediatly sat in again. OK, time to check out if he's multi-tasking and had some excuse for timing out. (Which still doesn't explain the immediate resit.) Nope. Just being a jackass. Just being a speed bump. Not surprisingly he was the one that bad beated me into oblivion and was the chip leader when I exited the table. My 98 low versus his 97 low after the as expected unusually crappy cards and draws.
Dudes, at this point the card play is way secondary to the "is it a real human?" play. I still have over 300,000 chips. I can sit on these sit and goes for weeks and not have to rebuy at the 1k freebiee (which I will do if I need to if the point needs to be made.) I've played more than 50 hours of poker since last Friday and I haven't finished in the money at all. And this after getting up to 410,000 thousand - I think I prove that I have some skill and you're just screwing me over to make me leave. Apparently I've been declared a suppressive person. It's a Scientology critic thing.
Random cards? No. Jarah naked on my sofa? No. The dog undersatnding that his treat tasted like Porterhouse Steak instead of sugar? No.
Penn and Teller are right. Life is BULLSHIT!
(Great, phone call from Penn Jillette's lawyer. If the Natalie Portman lawsuit doesn't land me in jail this is still out there.)