June 11th, 2009


8 Days, 10 Hours, 36 Minutes

I was interrupted and had to delete the beginning of my last post. Here's to recreating things in the ol' noggin:

Have you ever had so much sleep that you wake up and realize that it was some of the worst sleep you've ever experienced, resulting in one bloodshot eye and a terrible case of the yawns? That's what I had going on yesterday, so I made it a point to stay up later than my usual 9pm bedtime. As a result, I had a chance to watch Slumdog Millionaire.

At first glance: not as good as The Wrestler. And I'm willing to wager that it won't be as good as Milk or Frost/Nixon either. But, I can see why it won so many awards.

For as out of touch with the mass populace as The Academy is - since it rarely if ever nominates the blockbusters for major awards anymore - if there's one thing they enjoy it's a happy ending and a good message, which this movie has in spades and clovers.

The pulling of bootstraps, the scrappy foreign youths, the love lost and found and lost and found again, the making something out of nothing, the long odds, the Just American Enough to make it palatable for everyone, the English language primarily spoken in a foreign film.

And while it was enjoyable enough, I had a hard time settling in and getting behind any of these characters. Too much flashing back and forth; as soon as I'm starting to feel a bond with the characters as little kids - boom - they're a few years older, and then BOOM, they're teenagers, and then BOOM young adults. There just wasn't that much continuity.

I knew going in that the whole gimmick with Who Wants To Be A Millionaire would be a huge distraction, and boy was I right. It's a nice idea - the bulk of the questions pertaining to things that occurred in his childhood, when put together comprise a larger story arc of his love with Latika - but it's just a little too Hollywood for me. Even if it was made in India.

I don't want to totally dog the movie though. It was really well acted. The scenery is vibrant and beautiful and so are the people. I just wasn't that impressed, compared to all the praise and hype that was erected around it over the last few months of last year. Maybe if the movie went unnoticed by the mainstream and won no major awards, then I could've gone into this thing with a more open mind. But, I tend to be very cynical with these superpopular phenomena. It's the same reason why I'll never watch Titanic or read the Harry Potter books. Irrational, but nevertheless uncontrollable.

Oh, and Indian Regis is a total dick.

8 Days, 7 Hours, 55 Minutes

Necessities keep driving my bottom line down vis a vis Las Vegas and how much money I can bring. In doing the responsible thing - making my minimum monthly credit card payments before the trip as opposed to after, as well as forking over July's rent next week before payday - I'm pretty much guaranteed to be taking with me this pay period's check, plus maybe a couple extra hundred dollars. Since this is a measly 10-day pay period - as opposed to the next one which will be 12 fucking days - I'm looking at a robust $200 difference between the two. I might only go to Vegas with a grand to $1200. Not including money lost to paying my share of the hotel.

I've been living off of my credit card for the last week or so and will continue to for the upcoming week. This is no way to live for the faint of heart! You've got to have tons of guts to go further and further into debt when you're already up to your earlobes in the first place!

All for Vegas, baby. Vegas.

I need to go in with a game plan. I need to leave Vegas up $2000. So, if I put in $1000, I have to come back with $3000. That's the minimum. I'm gonna need a game plan.

Black Jack is right out. I don't have the stomach for it. Too many variables: bad players around you being right at the top of the list.

Roulette might be my game, and that leaves me with a little wiggle room if I'm playing with $500 table limits.

$5, $10, $20, $40, $80, $160, $320. I can lose 6 times in a row as long as I win on that 7th. For this scenario, I'll need $635 to cover all bets, which I'll have. At least at the beginning. It's a slow and steady way to play, and by no means a guaranteed winner, but it's a jumping off point.

At some point, I'm just going to have to get lucky. Be it slot machines, or playing actual roulette numbers. That's probably suicide, but the way I figure it, the odds are against me any way I slice it, so I might as well take a chance at a bigger jackpot.

Of course, this is me we're talking about. And if there's one thing I'm known for (somewhat), it's a crazy bet on the roulette table. Last time, it was $100 on black followed by $160 on black. Dare I even contemplate the $200 bet? Only if I'm desperate ... only if I'm desperate ...

I need to come back a winner. I need to return in better shape than I left. I'm tired of having all this crap hanging over me, I just want it done with.

I'm starting to get the itch. 8 Days, 7 hours, 31 minutes ...