March 2008 Archives
eagle street at franklin
two places on eagle between franklin and manhattan
new construction on huron across from scarano's fedders house for the aged
had an odd thing happen at the poker table in amsterdam. small, but odd. i only ended up going to the casino once last week, and then for a puny ten euro sit & go. meh. four days isn’t close to enough. i came in third because i was stupid. calling an all-in with ATo? what the fuck? i should have owned that game. ah well. i made ten euro, and it wasn’t an easy game. they all seemed to know each other.
something very wrong about being in amsterdam and sitting around with a bunch of men...
anyway, the dealer shuffled both decks. i watched him as there wasn’t much else to do other than slide over by the slot machines to smoke now and then. (they only did one sng at a time. order is chosen by drawing receipts or casino cards from a hat. i was thirteenth, so third seat in the second tourney. i watched the first game which took about an hour, then had to wait another half an hour for my game to start.)
he shuffled the cards both in that slick casino style, then by mixing them around on the table. the first four cards he dealt (for initial position) were the 5, 6, 7 and 8 of clubs. he shook his head, gathered the cards, shuffled them again, then re-dealt. two nothing cards, then i got the ace of spades. i didn’t know suit came into play when finding the button, but it does. he shook his head again, and picked up the cards.
the only card for me is the ace of spades!
i’ve never seen dealing for position have to happen twice, and not get through either time.
and this little story is reminding me way too much of justin wilson telling a joke...
i don't know who this is or where i took this photo.
best insulin injector tip ever: warm the syringe first.
i was lucky to find this advice early. at first, giving pauline her shot was nothing like the practice with water at the vet. she didn't like it at all, and keeping that needle in a fleeing cat is not easy.
then someone on the internets made it plain: nearly ice-cold water it distressing on the skin, so how unpleasant must it be under the skin? from what i’ve seen, very, so i started holding the filled syringe while smoking or playing a game of hearts or something before finding the cat. (under the arm, as suggested, was too weird. and never warm insulin in a microwave!) pauline rarely reacts to the shots now, and even then it’s maybe just a burrrrt?
happy birthday to me!
