clay wires

i'm sorry to have bothered you, i know you are very busy with the sphinx club.

sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-it.

this is why

you should be reading bill simmons on espn -

Q: Ever since the Monte Carlo casino fire, I have been thinking about this. Say you were there that morning playing blackjack on a major roll. Then you heard the hotel was on fire. Now the Monte Carlo, as I recall from visiting there, is about 40 floors high. How long -- if they would let you -- would you ride the fire out before abandoning your hot streak? My feeling is, one of two things have to happen before I bail out -- either the dealer showing 16 pulls a 5 to make 21 twice, or I see smoke.
-- Mike, Grand Island, N.Y.

SG: See, I think this would be the greatest possible gambling moment you could have -- the time you were killing it at the blackjack tables to the point that the casino actually caught fire! They would have needed three security guards to pull me away from the table.

pretty. from here courtesy teh (s)Fist

canned hope

Apologies about the politics ramble.

i'm falling for the obama line. I justify this to myself (really, i talk to myself) by saying that at least his message is a hopeful one.
that is, at least, refreshing. and i can't vote for the manchurian candidate, guliani sadly dropped out (he coulda been beat, easy). and i was pissed when edwards dropped - he was the only one talking about telling the corporations that he wasn't going to be swayed by them.

and i like this song, too.


and if you came here to see something about canned heat, here you go.