May 03, 2010
I spent most of my weekend outside and putting off my 1st session of May, along with taking care of some other work/chores. It has finally gotten hot enough that I need my air conditioner but unfortunately the guy I rent from didnâ€™t give me a new one yet. So my apartment kinda smells like a hospital. I hate that smell.
To top it off I find 2 dream seats in 2 o8 games and proceed to get completely MURDERED. A week or so after by biggest o8 loss ever I top it. Standard stuff. Flop set + FD + low draw and gutter gets there and you call like a fish. I honestly did fold a ton of rivers in that spot (mulitway pot donks) and was right. I think I played one hand really bad which cost me about 2 bets. The other that i MAY have played bad you could argue I played well. Other than that just standard 1 outers (yes thatâ€™s plural) and flopping nut low + super wrap and jamming and bricking. That game can be super sick when it wants to be. Nonetheless the game was juiced and I played well and the loss was sub 100 BBs so LOL. I mean, if every hand in LHE you had JTdd and the flop was 3c8d9d and it always went turn 8s river 9s for some reason I feel like you would lose a lot more than in o8.
This heat thing is real frickinâ€™ bogus. There was also some weird accident outside my building today. I should have taken that as an omen to drink a ton and watch scooby-do reruns. Somewhere out there is a kid who was TERRIFIED of that show. Saw NO humor in a talking dog with an addiction to â€œscooby snacksâ€ and the ability to foil plots masterminded by evil geniuses. Iâ€™m pretty sure I know him (Rob â€“ itâ€™s Aaron).
Did they make money from solving those mysteries? I feel like not. In that case, were they in high school? They looked wayyyyy too old for high school. I would say they must be college students but Shaggy couldnâ€™t get into bovine university.
Wait. Unless his parents were super rich.
Boom, just scoobyâ€™d that mystery. Shaggy was a trust-fund baby pot-head whose parents just throw money at all his problems. He got this van and a genetically engineered dog to make some friends because years and years of being sheltered from the â€œreal worldâ€ made it tough for him to talk to real people.
I could continue to speculate as to how the rest of the Scooby Doo Defective Agency (ship the emo band name!) got involved but Iâ€™ll save that for a time when I actually am drinking. For now, I will say that if I could force anyone to work with Scooby and the gang it would 110% be house. Clearly House actually IS scooby doo if you think about it.
F*ck itâ€™s hot.