Texas Hangover

Hangovers suck.  There I said it.  I said it in Chicago.

Amazing insight, I know, that's just a small slice of what I bring to the table. 

Playing poker with a hangover isn't suggested.  I am NOT blaming the hangover for an eventual loss in the tourney, it's just not fun.  You have to think and remember things and "read" people and all that crap, which is really, really hard to do when you're having trouble focusing and keeping your head up. 

Made all the more difficult when playing side games and each hand is a different set of rules with some wild cards thrown in too.  Way too much for my brain to work through.  Ah well, Que Sera Sera.  Still nice to see my South Side brethren.

Excercising with a hangover is also not a pleasane experience.  It does have the nice effect of getting the toxins out, or so it feels, but when your sweat smells like malted hops, you got problems.  It also has the wonderful effect of rewaking the symptoms of the hangover.  The headache pounds harder, dizzy spells, just good times for all.


MotD: The Transporter

Pretty entertaining actioner.  Well shot, slickly directed.  Jason Statham, who's a pretty watchable, British Bruce Willis, plays a driver working for criminals to deliver packages, no strings.  He works by a set of inviolable rules, but when he breaks one of his own rules, you know hell's coming to breakfast.  Action happens, bullets fly, baddies scowl.  Nothing groundbreaking, but well worth a view for fans of action.

Enolam Tegrof!

I had an awful, awkward exchange today at the gym.  There's a girl there that is a dead ringer for an acquaintance of mine  I even saw her there once with her boyfriend, further cementing in my head that it's someone I know.  If I'm unsure of someone, I usually can find a non embarrasing way to cut through the awkwardness of an identity crisis.

Not today.

It caught me by surprise, I opened my mouth before I had a chance to think about it, and no, it wasn't her.  The problem is, I ABSOLUTELY know this person.  She said, "No, my name isn't... it's ....".  And my mind raced even faster,  because with the real name, now I REALLY DO know her, it just isn't who I thought it was. 

I even referenced where she went to school and where she lived, and she said "Yeah", but she couldn't recall me at all.  It was just awkward and embarrasing.  I'll confer with some peeps and it'll get sorted out, but that's today's entry in "Awkward Exchanges at The Gym"!!!

MotD: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation

Obviously this movie was gonna suck and it doesn't disappoint.  Completely formulaic rehash of other Chainsaws, not scary, not funny, just god awful.  Leatherface looks like that wrestler, Mankind I think it was?  I know WWF stole the look from this, but that's all I thought of.  Yes, this is the one with Zellweger and McConnaughy, but even if you an tolerate those two, it's just 8 shades of shitty.