Quantum Entanglement (A Love Story)
I not-literally found a gold nugget in broad daylight two weeks ago when I signed up for a poker site.
It's been my life's work for a while and there's no way I can continue this work of magic blog without mentioning it in passing.
I know that writing about poker in this subforum (although I definitely have seen others do it without any penalty to my knowledge) is not welcome.
And I won't argue that rule. Even though it is brushed with a broad stroke, aiming to keep out the typical poker stuff, without allowing an anomoly like me to write about it beautifully. (I'm kidding, there isn't any beauty here and I'm normal.)
And I will prove myself honest by spoiling any poker content now and in the future.
Just know that if you click a spoiler now and in the future, you *might* run into a poker story or a brief update.
I'm willing to die on this sword. I cant make this my primary writing space (which is necessary for a great blog from me) and fully ignore what captivates my heart and mind.
If this is the end, I bid you all farewell. And thank you for taking the time to read and moderate my posts.
If this is the beginning, here is a hand history that I haven't experienced since around 2005 when I was playing around on EmpirePoker.Com and making weekend trips to Soaring Eagle Casino & Resort. I didn't win online....yet I won enough playing live that summer to purchase a 1993 Plum Toyota Camery for $4,500.
Spoiler alert: It's not an interesting hand history. But if you've played actual millions of poker hands in your life, it might cause a chuckle. The action I faced was so thoughtless and free, I hope I take a piece of the villain forever. I will certainly remember the hand forever.
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ONLINE POKER HAND HISTORY
Hero is on the button.
Cutoff limps in.
Hero 5x AA.
Cutoff calls.
K86ds flop (11.5bb)
Cutoff checks
Hero bets 8bb
Cutoff calls
8x turn
Cutoff leads pot (28bb)
I sigh and call. I'm way ahead against an unknown, who could have every 8-X combo in the deck, because it's just a brain rot move and I'm playing microstakes. I can't range him well, but my intuition built from millions of hands is that I'm way ahead and can never fold this street.
River is a small unsuited card. Villain now moves all-in for the rest. A good player always has an 8 in his hand or better. ALWAYS. A bad player can have something wild.
I snap call.
Cutoff shows KING QUEEN OFFSUIT for valuetown gone south.
I smirk.
I bite my lip.
I lean back and cackle my heart out.
It's been so long since I've played a crazy bad hand like that one.
So blatant. So bad. So innocent. So small stakes.
So much love for the game from me.
So little care for basic strategy from my opponent.
For a moment, I was Magnus Carlsen, and my opponent was Fred Flintstone. Winning the hand was not important. Falling in love with the game again was.
I thought poker doesn't have much a future.
Thought.
But this hand shows me it does.
Even if this blog does not.
Epilogue
"The action I faced was so thoughtless and free, I hope I take a piece of the villain forever...." was an homage to the song Motorcycle Drive By by Third Eye Blind. "You're guiltless and free, I hope you take a piece of me with you...
...and there's things that I want to do, that you don't believe in. I would like to build something, but you'll never see it happen.
And there's this burning...like there's always been. I've never felt so alone
alone
alone
and I've never felt so alive.
I would buy a book of a collection of your poems.
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And order more of them as gifts for my friends. ♥
Suite bergamasque, L. 75
Andante très expressif, D♭ major, (9/8)
"Clair de Lune"
God, Incubus is good.
I had typical fears about having children. Among them was a fear of the worst, forcing a life of disability on them...assuming I could even be a good parent.
A few months ago I had an epiphany. I realized that I am probably fit to help raise a child with deficits if god so chooses to send me a baby with problems.
So there's no reason to be afraid of children anymore.
I had typical fears about having children. Among them was a fear of the worst, forcing a life of disability on them...assuming I could even be a good parent.
A few months ago I had an epiphany. I realized that I am probably fit to help raise a child with deficits if god so chooses to send me a baby with problems.
So there's no reason to be afraid of children anymore.
now go forth and plow rawdog
I saw Incubus live last summer with Mclovin and our buddy, Jay.
The best part of the show was when lead singer, Brandon Boyd, asked me how I was feeling.
I know, it sounds too insane to be true. And it is.
But I share the first name with their lead guitarist, Mike Einziger.
Brandon: How are you feeling, Michael?
Mike: I feel....good. I like it here.
And I smiled huge.
(A+)
I had a vision of curing cancer with the power of music.
Carbon nanobots encircle the tumor, using audioscopic (refers to stereoscopic) principles, blasting 'Call Me Maybe' by Carlie Rae Jepson.
A tumor will die, and the world will be saved.
Did you exchange a walk-on part in The Wall for a lead role in a cage?
Official Title:
Altruistic Savant
I love you, rickroll.
I can't play poker on little sleep.
I can't sleep at all without weed.
Been taking a low dose of ativan the past few nights.
Switching to zinc and melatonin tonight.
And raw-dogging sleep otherwise.
Which means I might be awake for a couple days.
Luckily I get shot up with a drug that keeps me from mania/psychosis under almost any circumstances.
Life is great, though.
I have a peace tree within me.
And have for the past couple years.
Cologne Cathedral is a transcendentally insane production, and the capacity of the human heart and spirit.
