Poker Night

With two items of clothing down, I started work on the penultimate piece. Hopefully, my outfit will be ready for tomorrow night's party. Here's to a Saturday of sewing...

Anyway, tonight, Josh, Karl, Alex and Tayler turned up for a game of Texas Hold'em Poker. Wasn't a bad game for five-handed, and the order in which you read them – if you read conventionally – is the order in which they busted. Alex was especially impressive, lasting almost the entire game with 20 big blinds. Tayler and I could've gone on for hours, had it not been for his kings full of sixes versus my four sixes, which took us from about level stacks to a skew in my favour.

In other news, several updates on my once-brilliant Ubuntu machine – upgrading from 8.10 to 9.10 – eventually terminated with a failed attempt to upgrade to 10.04 LTS. The attempt failed due to a lack of disk-space; ultimately, this was caused by bad sectors on my 120GB hard disk which restrict me from actually moving partitions to wherever I want. Free software is great, if you at least have money for new hardware. Never mind, this still works.

Well, at least poker went well. Night froods!

Production and Reproduction

So, there was a point today when I thought to myself "this is the least productive day ever." Actually, upon further reflection, I feel I've produced enough to call today a win. I enjoy doing anything I can on any given day to tick it off as a win; today's winning qualities are as follows:

• I finished sewing my custom shirt
• I cut up some trousers
• I ventured to Sainsbury's with little brother Owen
• I bought copious amounts of food, including some drink and snacks for Friday night's poker
• I logged onto the XKCD IRC channel and had a thorough discussion on mammalian breeding patterns with a complete stranger, as well as sparking some conversation about SATs and contributing to Tetris-related nostalgia

Of course today was a win! On the subject of SATs, by this time tomorrow I will have my score. 2400? I doubt it, but, oh my, how excellent would that be? They'd better be good: they'll be sent to MIT, Harvard, Princeton and Stanford.

As you'll be no doubt pleased to know, the reason humans don't have a mating season is because they have supreme intelligence which allows them to imagine the future. Thank you, #xkcd.

Idiosyncrasy.

So, went down to the rowing club this morning: I had a few minutes on the machine, but spent most of my time there clearing up after a party that presumably took place last night. Still, it's always fun. There's much amusement in washing glasses and popping balloons.

As for the rest of the day, maintenance of my beautiful Ubuntu-running machine took centre-stage. I'm nigh on an expert in matters relating to rsync. I've tidied up all my home folders and synchronized the most important gigabyte or so over my dear memory stick Josephine, as well as written a straight forward shell script for future synchronization. I do love Linux.

I've also set the gears moving for a poker night this Friday. As practice, I just played with my little brother and marginally lost. Anyway, with the remainder of the night, I think I'll redraft my essay about how Batman has influenced me. This essay isn't even purely for fun. I'd happily write it for fun, just as I would my time-travel essay, but no, I'm writing it as part of the application process to Princeton. I hope they enjoy quirkiness.

Goodnight interpeeps! Take care...