I have to admit, it's kinda nice to have the poker monkey off my back, as far as the obligation to get in hands. Yeah, I know, I put the damn simian there myself, so it's pretty dumb to remark that "Hey, it's nice to not feel like I'm somehow burning money by not sneaking in hands after work, after dinner, right before bed, etc." But it is nice. So there.
I spent a decent amount of time the last few nights just observing random mid/high limit games, which was interesting. John D'Agostino and some guy were bashing it out heads-up a few nights ago at 100/200 LHE at Full Tilt, which was fun to watch. Encouraging, too, in a way, as I didn't feel I was too far off in my own reads and reactions, watching them bash at one another. Granted, it's a lot easier to call bullshit on a bluff turn raise when you don't actually have to, umm, put $400 into the pot, so there is that.
Last bronze casting class is tonight, which kind of sucks, especially since it's the last class ever at the school, which is closing. A bit of a silver lining there, as we may pick up a MIG welder and other assorted stuff on the cheap, since they're auctioning off everything. Once we get the workshop area up and rolling at home, I may fiddle around with some aluminum casting, as you can actually cobble together a coffee can mini-foundry without too much expense or opportunity to blow yourself up.
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"without too much expense or opportunity to blow yourself up"? Where's the fun in that?
D00D, seriously. Excalibur. No. Just please tell me you won't stay there. Don't make me go all William Shatner over-the-top melodramatic on your ass.
Also, I'm expecting that monkey butler in 6-8 weeks.
You have a (cute) rat. I have two rugrats. I need the MB.
I win.
Except that you have a (cute) pet rat.
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