Embrace the Ellipses

I'm happy to report that I have a metric ass-ton of content. Sadly, I've not the time to write it. I'll go Larry King-style on ya, though, for a few of them (I should say Allan Malamud-style, but none of you know who that is. Dot. Dot. Dot).

I have two rules in life:

1. Never go broke with TPTK in a $200+16 buy-in tournament
2. Never ride in a truck with Steve Howe

I violated the first in the $200K Guarantee on Sunday. AJ was not gold. A set of 8s was, though...

I have REALLY wanted to weigh in on the immigration protests/legislation/profound mis-information fest out there as I am intimate with the issue, having emigrated a couple of wives in my life, one of them Mexican. It's not a civil rights issue. It's an economic issue. And you crazy kids with your Mexican flags and jamming up cities and new National Anthem lyrics are hurting your cause more than you could ever imagine. My plan, simply put, is the gainfully employed can stay. Just prove how long you've had a job, pay all your back income taxes, money which we use to build a much better barrier, hire more officers, updated equipment, all those things that might actually SOLVE the problem of illegal immigration. If that fails, might I suggest sharks with frickin lasers on their heads be put in the Rio Grande...

I bubbled in the WPBT Stud event last night. Out in 9th; 8 paid. It's funny, because I played Stud long before I ever played Hold 'Em and about 20 minutes into the thing, I realized I kinda knew what I was doing. In fact, I began to take it so seriously that I went on massive tilt when lifesagrind caught on 6th to put me out (in light of recent events, I'd like to point out here that a) he had me out-chipped 7-1, so could afford to stay in and b) I boated up on 7th against him 20 miutes earlier to stay alive and therefore am not criticizing his play, his viewpoint on blogs, his ethnic background, political affiliation or penchant for wearing mesh stockings)...

Remember when I talked about how anal I am about finances? Scratch that. I bought a car on Saturday. I was window shopping and these dickheads gave me such a fantastic deal that there's no way I could turn it down. It was a little premature for me to buy, but goddamn if I didn't make out like a bandit. Being a research professional, when I bought my last car, I did a ton of preparation and one of the biggest tips I found was "Always buy a car at the end of the month." Sales quotas are due and you have a bit of negotiation room. In this case, they had a big inventory of the car I was looking at. At least a dozen in the color and trim I wanted. And they were willing to move 'em. 6K off MSRP? Check. $1K over Kelley Blue Book for my trade-in? Check. 1.95% Financing? Check...

So, here's the deal. Knowing what you all know abou me, from our in-person interaction or simply through the pablum of this TGOD, what kind of car did I buy? Ten bucks to whomever gets it. Five bucks to the closest (make or class) if nobody does. It fits pretty well with my personality. No, there is not a car called the Hyundai Giddiot...

For my money, nuthin' beats Bailey's Irish Creme...If you see only one movie this summer, it should be "RV"...One of my most embarassing moments was soiling myself while interviewing Menachem Begin...That Barney Rubble. What an actor...