What's the Big Deal? And Other Odds and Ends

So Josie sent me a picture with - sure, a little cleavage, but not a huge amount - and asked me if it was ok to print.  I honestly didn't know why she bothered; it's quite a nice little picture and I told her that I for one would be HONORED to have it as part of the public record:

Va Va Va Voom*

Kind of looks like Tom Waits, just a little bit, in that picture.  Anyway, to be serious, she sent me a picture, I gave my opinion, and now it's up to her.

In other news:


* Just to button up the cat situation for real this time, the other cats have finally realized that big bad Pearl is gone, and already the dynamic is changing.  Rusty, my orange Persian, has taken to sitting here on the couch, which would be just completely out of the question in a Pearl-run house. It should be an interesting month or so to see how everything shakes down.  And two people have asked me already so I'll bring it up here:  No, we're probably not going to replace her just yet.  We have two other cats and if they start getting along well now that "The Evil One," RIP, is gone, we'll leave it at two.

* I find myself wondering why I don't go down to Foxwoods more often and play more poker.  The last four trips have gone thusly (all $200 buy-ins):

     Up $250
     Up ~$320 (don't exactly remember, but it was def. over 300)
     Down $200
     Up $400

I don't know how sustainable that is, but truth to tell, I'm not impressed with the quality of poker player to be found at the 1/2NL tables during the week.  As I mentioned earlier, it's mostly old folks who have managed to tuck away a couple hundred from the wife and trundled down here to see how long they can hold on to it. I think there's real value to be had there and it's only an hour away.  So to sum up, the biggest casino in the world, wherein they spread a poker game that is softer than a sneaker full of shit, and at which I have a demonstrated record of success, is an hour away from my door.  Yet somehow I find myself going four times a year instead of three times a week, like I ought to.  Now that I'm thinking about it, I think I know why:  I'm a fucking idiot.

* Does anyone want good Red Sox tickets?  I am part of a season-ticket giveaway thingy and if you guys want in, just let me know and I'll up my buy.  They're pavillion box 12, row B - above third base.  The cost is $95/ticket, which is only $5 over face; the guy is really doing the right thing with these tickets.  Anyway, just email me at gpjacobs at cox dot net and we'll figure things out.

* The monstrosity of a painting above is a real canvas, Quintin Massys' Portrait of an Old Woman. In addition to probably not being the best-looking woman in the village to begin with, in 1513, when the portrait was taken, she was suffering from the effects of something called Paget's Disease, which apparently turned one as ugly as a bushel-basket full of doorknobs.