Jul 17
Well played, sir. Three complaints is the charm. Enjoy your extra goddamn comments link. Click it with pride and think of me.
So it seems as if chaos is all around us. Last week Korea was firing missiles at Hawaii. This week Israel is firing missiles at Lebanon. And today? The entire world is falling apart – the entire World Series of Poker anyway. For a real explanation as to what happened you should watch Daniel Negreanu’s latest video blog and read these | two FCP threads featuring Harry Demetriou. There are obviously a great many more threads about this on 2+2 and RGP, but I’m too lazy to link them all. At any rate, the short of the situation is that Harrah’s is going further and further out of its way to completely destroy the WSOP and poker in general. The current state of affairs features a complete WSOP boycott by several high profile players and places more than a few of them on the precipice of actually reporting Harrah’s to the Nevada Gaming Commission. The general sentiment seems to be that the situation can pretty much not get any worse. At first Harrah’s was simply doing a bad job. But now the accusations include words like ‘stealing’ and ‘crime’. With the recent house bill against online gambling I find myself morbidly curious as to the seemingly grim future of this no-limit texas hold ‘em game that they keep showing on the tv.
I played another mission in my Age of Kings campaign before going to sleep last night. Playing as Joan of Arc I managed to completely destroy the English and see the Dauphin Charles crowned King of France. But my victory was not perfect. Each campaign mission carries with it a list of goals, most of them labeled optional. For example, in addition to destroying Lord Talbot’s army it would ‘also be cool’ if I could return a stolen relic to my cathedral. Naturally, these optional tasks are perceived by my broken mind to be of critical – nay – motherfucking dire importance. And so it came about that in my total rout of the English army I successfully accomplished seven of the eight goals provided. For all the happiness that brought me I would just as well have failed the mission entirely. I lied awake in bed for another three hours after that game, completely unable to sleep. That first domino toppled, my brain slipped into an unstoppable chain reaction of imagination and analysis. My perception of time fell apart completely as I repeatedly ran alternate scenarios and tactics through my head; devising strategy upon strategy until I could strategize no more. My energy then spent I slipped into a half-asleep / half-conscious semi-coma that left me wasted and collapsed upon my pillow – aware that I wasn’t actually asleep but too tired to care.
I want so badly to be an Ender Wiggin, but I worry I may be closer to Donald Rumsfeld. Yeah, that thought literally keeps me awake at night.
“There is no teacher but the enemy.” -Mazer Rackham