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So the right loves power, but they let Obama take it, and he's like some commie or something, what's wrong with that picture?

I'm one of those truthers who thinks that they would have staged a coup if they were seriously in danger of losing their grip, so I'm now thinking they haven't lost their grip.

There isn't much about Obama anyway that's unorthodox, except for the whole black thing. Dip him in milk and he would just be another good talker.

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Anyway, fuck that. I've been blogging for years and I only have 50 hits a day, and about three devoted readers. That's not fame and fortune, now is it?

The problem is, I have a life that consists of almost precisely nothing, which doesn't really make me happy. So I have nothing to write about. Which doesn't seem to bother most of the blogging world, but you know.

So you think to yourself, maybe I need more in my life or maybe I should just write more about nothing.

Maybe I should start another blog on which I'm interesting. I've often thought about it, but I'm not sure what subject I could be interesting about.

"Today I sat in my downstairs room and cursed my life for leading me to writing a course about fraud" doesn't really entice. But what else do I have? I tried reviewing CDs, but I grew so bored, I knew that no one else could possibly be loving it. I should probably go to the movies or something. Or take up a drug habit.

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Last night we went to hit some golf balls at the range. I vaguely understand what you're supposed to do when you swing at a golf ball, because I read Golf for Dummies, but it took about 90 balls for my body to remember how it's supposed to move. Even then, I was pathetic.

I find mechanical, repetitive practice soothing though. If I could only, find a mechanical way to learn poker, I'd be laughing.

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Afterwards, we had Indian from A Night in India in Carindale. I recommend it, particularly if you like the Northern style of Indian cooking. It specialises in rich but well integrated sauces.

It's also cheap, although nothing here is anything like as cheap as it was six or seven years ago (I mean, relatively; I understand inflation, dur). Part of the reason is the grandiose planning of the city council, which has pushed up rates so that it can piss more money away on tunnels into the city. They've followed house prices up. The real estate boom here has been ridiculous, and we're still caught in irrational exuberance, as the locals insist that prices will continue to rise rise rise. Yeah right. See you at your foreclosure proceedings dummy.

I don't know whether our stimulus worked. Well, it worked for me. I think I basically spent the lot. The kids were pretty spoilt, but you know how it is. You give them one big Christmas and then you're stuck with it. Kids are bitches for expectation. But I also did some loyal consumerism, buying the stereo for the car, a new hard drive, blah blah.

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I am getting some coaching next week. A guy in our forum put up a request for a hand history to analyse. I won't say why he needed it (sworn to secrecy) but his analysis was ultra helpful. I think that sometimes you just can't see things and need them pointed out to you. You could learn poker from first principles, were you smart enough, but as I've noted before, that's a very long road for you to take, and getting someone who knows to share what they know can be like taking the highway.

So I'm getting a different guy to give me a couple of hours coaching. I'm not sure what he can teach me, but the cost isn't too extreme and I'm sure it will help. I am more relaxed about succeeding in poker now. I just assume I will (or am doing, depending on how you look at it), but I have a life that doesn't permit the time to get there quickly. I have to put envy behind me, because others who are behind me often catch up in one sense or another, and go on to achieve more.

One problem with teh pocer is that it appeals to men who could mostly be described as fuckheads, selfish, asocial types who see the rest of the world as something to take advantage of. It means you get measured not as a human being but as a source of information, whatever.

Me, I'm too whiny to keep poker buddies long, but that's part of what I'm working on this year. I could also do with playing more, but I have always enjoyed thinking about things more than doing them.

Maybe it's just Americans. Increasingly, I realise these guys are not us or anything like us. Brits don't mind whining or being whined at, after all.

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But complaining that I don't have a good poker buddy is like complaining that I don't know a generous millionaire or a publisher who thinks I have talent. Yeah, those would be good, but how would any of them ever come my way?

How will anything ever? Except for what already does.

posted by Dr Zen @ 2:16 pm