In other blatant non-poker news, the wife and I saw the new Wallace and Gromit movie, which is highly entertaining. It's interesting over time how one's tastes and proclivites change, as far as movies and art and what-not. We also finally got around to seeing I (Heart) Huckabees as well, which was good, too, but not quite as good as I was expecting. As I get older and
Yes, I'm like the worst MFA graduate ever.
Yes, all of the above is my long-winded sneaky way of saying that I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year. I have absolutely no idea why. Well, that's a lie. Or a half-truth. Or something.
At a certain point, you just have to blow shit up. Tired of your job? Blow shit up. Tired of playing break-even poker? Blow shit up. Wish you could make mad money doing stuff you enjoy and are good at? Blow shit up.
Or, you know, at least consider lighting the fuse. Especially if it's right there in front of you. And you have matches.