Saturday, April 24, 2010

OMG, not a post about poker!

The other day I was spending some time with Molly and the topic of health insurance came up.  I'm officially uninsured June 15th (which reminds me, I guess I should look into private "Oh Shit" insurance, but, I digress...).  She asked me how I planned to handle that.

In reality, I hope to have a job on the horizon by then, so hopefully this will not be such a big deal.  Furthermore, I'm relatively healthy.  I've only been to the hospital twice in my life, both due to my own klutziness.  I don't have any pre-existing conditions or medication I need to take for anything.  The only pill I take on a daily basis is my birth control.  And therein lies the rub.

I told Molly the primary reason I want health insurance is so I don't have to pay $50/month for something that all women should have affordable access to.  Right now I pay $5/month.  A few years ago when I was working a 9 to 5-er, I paid $2.50/month.  But $50/month for basic birth control pills?  Why?  ¡Que ridículo



Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Why is Katie always talking about Latin dancing when she gets unlucky?

RT @ehonda500mob #Rumbas what do that mean @OnAFoldDraw @caitycaity



Anyone who owns an iPhone knows that its autocorrect feature sometimes takes a little while to get used to your own peculiarities.  For a very long time, whenever I wanted to type "for", I would end up with "fir" prompting numerous embarrassing texts in which I sound like an uneducated hick, as well as myriad pine tree jokes from @onafolddraw.  And then there was the time at the series last year when I sent a bunch of angry tweets where "go fuck yourself" got changed to "go duck yourself."  Not QUITE the same effect.  Fortunately, my phone has now adapted and realizes that when I type fuck, I generally didn't intend to say duck. 

Rumbas is one such addition to my lexicon that I have decided to keep.  I can't tell the hilarity of how rumbas started in 140 characters, so here is the official story:

Sometime back in 2009, I was at Harrah's AC Poker room.  @realdawnsummers and I were tweeting back and forth about my session which had just come to an abrupt end when my QQ < 92o after I check-raise 5 bet from UTG pre flop.  Yes, it was one of THOSE days.  Actually, that day had a happy ending, as I got a pep talk from Brian ("If there was any player in this room that I would back, it would be you! You KNOW you can do this!") and ended up with profit, after getting stuck quite a lot.  But I digress.

I was in the midst of some "OMFG can you believe 92 just cracked my QQ? How is 924r not a safe flop there???" tweet to Dawn when I decided I needed to add a bunch of hilarious hashtags.  (In case you don't know, Dawn is the queen of #SuperLongHashTagMemesThatAlwaysCrackMeUp).  Of course, the first hashtag I added was #runbad...or at least what I thought was #runbad.  I was tilty and taking a walk to get my head together and hit send without proofreading. 

Shortly thereafter, I noticed my iPhone had autocorrected #runbad to #rumbas.  In case you don't know, a rumba is a Latin dance.  In between fits of laughter, I tweeted back Dawn to say "#rumbas, WTF is that? OBV I meant #runbad. LOL"

Apparently Dawn thought #rumbas was as funny as me, so now we both frequently use #rumbas instead of #runbad.  I have to say, it makes me giggle a little bit every time, and therefore not be on #rumbas tilt.  In addition to the dance, rumbas is also the Spanish word for parties, which is of course what one tends to throw when on tilt after some #runbad.  Perhaps my smart phone is actually smarter than me...



Monday, April 12, 2010

Slumber My Darling

Been listening to Appalachia Waltz and Appalachian Journey a lot recently.  Here is a favorite.









Slumber, my darling, thy mother is near,

Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear,

Sunlight has pass'd and the twilight has gone,

Slumber, my darling, the night's coming on.

Sweet visions attend thy sleep,

Fondest, dearest to me,

While others their revels keep,

I will watch over thee.



Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,

The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,

Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,

And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.



Slumber, my darling, till morn's blushing ray

Brings to the world the glad tidings of day;

Fill the dark void with thy dreamy delight--

Slumber, thy mother will guard thee tonight,

Thy pillow shall sacred be

From all outward alarms;

Thou, thou are the world to me

In thine innocent charms.



Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,

The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,

Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,

And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm



Thursday, April 8, 2010

Line of the day

"It could be the most spirited interspecies escape since The Rescuers."

(link courtesy of my sister)

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/07/060705-mouse-frog.html