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.

A Stitch in Time

So, four hours into the day and I hadn't yet gotten any sleep. "Wherefore?" thou mayst ask. "I was writing an essay about time-travel," I would respond.

After finally surfacing four hours into the afternoon, I started my sewing again and had a lovely catch-up with my good friend Becky.

Today being Tuesday, I went rowing, and thanks to pacesetting from seasoned rower Casey, took another 6.2 seconds off my 2000m time: 8:05.2. I then felt physically sick for about an hour, recuperated and I'm now ready for another night of writing about time-travel.

Goodnight interpeeps!