Good grief, what a painful story!
Good grief, what a painful story!
Seriously though, not really sure. At this point I'm still at a crux where I'm not sure which direction I should have been trying harder in my life. Maybe I should have shut the fuck up and done my schoolwork. Maybe I should have focused more on actually completing creative projects. Only time will tell. I'm pretty sure when all's said and done I won't have a definitive answer in either direction.
You're enjoying a cold drink...
is it with a straw?
No, except for certain kinds of alcoholic drinks. Generally though I resent those anyway, but if you're drinking a mixed cocktail served in a rocks glass there's so little actual liquid and such a high alcohol:mixer ratio that you might as well stretch the experience out with those annoying little fucker straws.
What's the best casino to play poker at in AC? Do you know of any underground games in NYC, Rounders style?
I've never really gone to any underground spots in NY, but if I needed to I could certainly find out. I have several gambling addict buddies who now live way too close to the city to be driving down to AC.
That's cool, we'll have to go sit down if we ever end up in Vegas at the same time again. How would you describe your play, mostly aggressive? Do you find yourself calculating pot odds every hand you're involved in or are you more of a 'play the player' type?
When you left Los Angeles, you spoke about how refreshing it would be to get away from all the phonies and get back to New Jersey where people were a bit more real*. Now that you've been back east for a bit, do you feel as though you've made the right decision? Has it been difficult to reacquaint yourself to the comparatively shitty weather? Is there anything about the east coast other than familiarity or what you've previously stated that appeals to you? Citing specifics is cool.
*I apologize for condensing your experience into a clumsy pseudo-Salinger/MTV mash-up. I apologize even more if I got it wrong.
Never really got into the pot odds thing. In no-limit I learned to be more cautious but I'm generally really good at knowing when I can push somebody off a pot, so it tends to go like this: early going playing very cautious, then coming out and betting motherfuckers off of several hands until they get pissed enough to start assuming I'm lying, then back to cautious to snag them when they try and catch me in a bluff. I should really read a book on odds at some point but I have the general concept just from being really good with math and I try to avoid playing poker nowadays.
With this medical setback though I'm having difficulty evaluating through my own concept of karma whether somebody was trying to send me a message about this having been a bad move. Not to mention the fact that now I'm kinda stuck staying with Ma for at least a couple months and have to change the focus of my job search to involve health coverage primarily--in short, a ton of priority shift going on. It's got me pretty concerned to say the least, but fuck it, you should only worry about what you can control.
The weather hasn't been killing me thus far but we're not really there yet. When fucking February rolls around, you're going to see one seriously unhappy Randypants. That shit is rough, especially given that my depressive tendencies are always drastically exaggerated by this time of year (lots of friends and family that died within a month of Christmas, all of them here).
But at the same time, I know that if I was ever going to actually do with my life what I'd thought for so many years was my purpose, it needed to be here and not there. I'm just frustrated as all shit that because of one shitty little vein I have to shift my focus off of "art art art art any way possible art art art" and onto "don't die don't die don't die."
All this being said, I will admit to a couple things I do find stupid about NJ now--the way the streets are laid out is just fucking retarded down by me. It would be halfway to impossible to actually describe to someone how to get anywhere by road names. They change constantly. And toll roads are a serious pain in the ass financially, although I'm starting to think it might be a worthwhile evil when you consider how absolutely terrible the traffic in LA is. Here you can travel the 60 miles from where I live up into NY in about an hour flat anytime except dead in the middle of rush hour, but between the Parkway, Turnpike, and the bridge tolls you're looks at 15 bucks each way. I mean, fuck.
What do you hate the most about yourself?
The second is that I really wish I didn't feel this onus to be some kind of cultural force or an artist or whatever. I'd love to be an easily satisfied person without any unrealistic hopes or talents to inspire them. And hopefully then I wouldn't be so crazy and could just settle into a regular life.
Sometimes it feels like my "gifts" (if you want to think of them that way) were doom.
East Coast/Sickly Randy is way more personable than West Coast/Whatever he was Randy.
which male board member would you most likely go gay for and why, pants?
Did you happen to catch the third person randypants reference up there? Good work, Ivyleague, I totally lol'd.
i did dy-lan, i did. i also was in a training class today where this guy wouldn't stop talking about "ivyleague" and i thought of you and not me which is weird.
Randy, when I briefly met you in the Gobi tent during NASA, were you surprised? Angered? Did you want to lash out at me? Do you remember this?
I REMEMBER! <3
*backs out of pants' thread now*
Did the gay cowboy down by the airport buy you any drinks?
Do you think legitimate or worthwhile art can be created, enjoyed and, I suppose, profited from, without there existing the onus to be some kind of cultural force, as you said yourself? And, slightly related, have you ever read about what Maslow had to say about primary vs. secondary creativity?
hierarchy of needs
Ahh. In that case yes, I'm familiar with that, but I don't know what you mean by primary vs. secondary creativity, Passive.
Well, he felt that creativity only ends up being intrinsically rewarding when you're in the creative spirit, which is at the level of primary creativity (sort of like being one with your creation). You reach the secondary level of creativity when you begin to alter and critique and judge your art, so I was just curious if you might have read that seeing as it seems like you sort of have a conflict like that.
What are some of your favorite lines of dialogue from film?
Lines of dialogue I'll think about and get back to you, The Office is coming on.
Ugh, can we PUHLEASE get back to drug questions
please post a picture of your favorite simpsons character.