There is so much going on in the world today what with the war and disease and the upcoming (um, okay, not for another year and a half) U. S. presidential elections. There’s a horrific blanket amnesty for illegal immigrants pending (how do you stop illegal immigration? Legalize the illegals. That’ll put a stop to it.), and there’s a a guy who slept through being shot in the head. It’s been cold in Massachusetts (yes, unseasonably so, Neil), and I’ve been bundled up in yummy fake velor loungewear reading Stephen King’s Bag of Bones and sipping delicious milky tomato soup. Okay, so that part’s not exactly news, but there’s a lot going on out there in the world.
And you know what I’m interested in just now? Well, here’re a few things (in no particular order):
–The Lost season finale tomorrow night. Ooooh, what’s going to happen? Will Charlie die? Beaten to death by the beautiful warrior women in The Looking Glass? Is Kate pregnant by Sawyer? In love with Jack? Is Evil Juliet truly evil? Will Bernard bite it? Is Walt really going to come and save Locke? Will we learn who Jacob is? Or what Jacob is? Will Sawyer have his shirt off at all? Will Claire find the ring? Will crazy French lady die saving them all from the Others’ raid? What happened to that Volkswagen van? And where’s that polar bear? Will they manage to get the sat phone working? Will Claire be swept away in a helicopter to rescue or by the Others? And just who was that woman in the alley who called Charlie a hero? No answers yet, so here’s a blooper vid from Season 2. Yay:
–The contents of my purse. Sarge said something funny about women’s purses on my blog about my toolbox, and it’s stuck with me for some reason. No, I don’t carry a Magnum 44 handgun, but I do carry a lot of . . . um, crap. Right now, the crap is minimized by the wee size of my current fave handbag:
(not shown in actual size. but close.)
Here’s the contents all tumped out (tumped, Ang, like that??):
(I don’t keep my cat in my handbag)
And here’s the stuff all spread out:
Yes, I’m so backward that my Nokia phone doesn’t even have a camera function, and I use the earliest possible model PDA. Okay, “use” isn’t strictly correct, but it has games. Very useful when I’m stuck in the doctor’s office. Waiting. There’s the most wonderful Clinique face lotion that instantly minimizes fine lines and wrinkles around the eyes (a must have for the over 40’s), the wonderful Tide pen that disappears those pesky coffee dribbles (and the occasional jelly donut mishap), the Cover Girl powder because it works and smells yummy, the pink lip gloss because it’s pink, the portable lint roller because I have cats (which I repeat, I do not carry in my handbag), the small bottle of Beautiful because you never know when you want to smell . . . beautiful, and the always useful Spongebob band aids in a handy carry case. There’s other stuff, too.
–No limit Texas hold ’em. Ooooh, I just love that game, and I love watching it on tv. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a wonderfully exciting poker game in which each player is dealt two cards, then there is a set of “community” cards that all players can use (with or without the cards in their hand) to make the best hand. The cards are eeked out: first comes the “flop,” which is the first three up turned community cards (then betting); then the “turn” (more betting); and finally, the “river” card (and the last bit of betting). I’ve been watching it on television for ages and have my very own “hold ’em” poker set (um, cards and chips and a pretty soft green cloth).
My favorite famous player is Gus Hansen:
He’s totally awesome; he mixes up his play and is so much fun to watch!
He’s the Great Dane, and he is grrrrrrreat. Hehe. Now I don’t live very far from Foxwoods, and the great Gus has been known to play tournaments there; maybe one day I’ll see him play. Me? I’m too chicken (and too broke) to try it myself, though there are some really good female players: Annie Duke (my fave), Jennifer Harman, and Clonie Gowen being but a few. I think it would be wonderful to play poker for a living, and maybe in my next life that’s what I’ll do.