Things that don't make sense in the world of music

Let's start with Carly Simon, because this has the most credibility. "You're so vain, I'll bet you think this song is about you." Well, yeah. Actually it is about you. Add on the line "You're where you should be all the time, BUT WHEN YOU'RE NOT." And those great lips, too. Jarah is just a bit jealous. Me and my crack team of jealousy experts (me and the dog) sent her a fruit basket. And the dog is getting pretty jealous on how I keep speding so much time wasted on this little box known as a computer and that these goddamn thunderstorms continue to rake our world. Dude, I promise you, when the weather clears you will get to go for a walk. Unless your arthritis prevents it.

Rocket Man by Elton John. There's a line about who raisng your kids in space is dumb because "it's cold as hell." Oops. Space, from the last time me and my crack team of outer space experts checked (me and the dog) thought that outer space might just be a bit on the tiny, vacummly (it's a word!) cold side.

Jim Croce - rididculous, and I will purposefully step on some feet here. Decent, but if it wasn't for the tragic death he wouldn't be rememered. Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown. Promoted as the biggest tough ass and in the song there is one fight. And he loses. The formula was so successful that "You Don't Mess Around With Jim" was essentially a remake.

Bloah, blah, blah. What do you have to say about pofer on the internet?

Well,. The dog disagrees because when I'm at my most frustrated he usually gets a bone and I go to bed pissed off. An occasional Jarah petting session averts this, but at the times when Jarah is hanging with Natalie Portman I just have to fend for myself.

I've "cut my teeth" on internet poker playing Omaha Hi-Lo. As the years have gone on and the tons of hands I've played I've discovered that I know the math, and I'm not interested in your bogus play money race game tables on Omaha. But I still continue to investigate them. Three players on one table with more than 1,700,000 chips? Yeah, right. Idiot play is rewarded. Real, sane, rational and not distracted by some Jarah action is killed.