Nothing like Texas weather in the spring/fall. Yesterday it was 106, this morning it's 73. Craziness.
Running very well this week, all sudden-like. Last night was one of those odd poker nights where literally everything went my way, when I was involved in a hand. Flus draws getting there, pocket pairs flopping sets, AA holding up despite crazy six way action. If you could bottle up that feeling and sell it, you'd be a rich monkey. Or, you know, a heroin dealer...
Next Thursday I'll be in Vegas. Woot.
I'm not sure how it happened, but I'm apparently going to the freaking ballet on Friday night. At least it's Carmina Burana and not Swan Lake or some crap like that.
Thumbs down to Lost last night. When you advance the plot line more in the previews for next week's show, you've got a problem. Not really sure why they felt the need to fill in the back story for last week's episode, as all they really added of import is the fact that some sort of countdown mechanism in the hatch/bunker needs to be periodically reset, plus introducing the element of potential sickness/plague, when Desmond asked if any of the stranded peeps had gotten sick yet.
How is it well-nigh October already? I swear time is accelerating.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
3 comments:
Agree with your Lost review - Aside from the self-destruct warning system (one-two-three-continuity), there was nothing really vital. Mike loves his son, blah blah blah. The Others look like the island natives on Gilligan's Island ("Pulu si Bagumba!"
I have forced the earth to move quickly until Dec. because some of us have to wait two months to return to Vegas.
I was seriously disappointed with Lost last night. Bastards!
But, at least we learned that Kate is really limber... mmmmm....
BSN
Post a Comment