perfidy

Persuant to my stalwart coblogger and mickle companion's imprecations against the frequency of my posting these last few months, I offer the following trenchant observations and piquant nuggets of indepensible wisdom and weakass excuses:

• I've been real busy baby. Working late at the office. You know how it is, baby. I want the best for us. You understand, don't ya, baby?
• You don't want to read what I tried to write anyway. With this new job I'm in sucking up half of my available time, and my increasingly obsessive research into - no shit - the effect of enzymes in wheat cells on the starches in same in varying hydrations and over varying time-frames occupying much of the rest, everything that's spurted forth from my bewithered pen these last many weeks has been, ineluctably, 100% inside baseball.
• Good to see my vocabulary is prodigious as ever. Most propitious.
• Suck it, B. This makes up for all those months where you were practically absent. What? What you say? You were busy having sons and daughters? Well, uh... erm.... Crap.
• There's this distillery in northern Vermont who make vodka out of maple sap, that will blow your mind. Shaken with ice and poured into a martini glass, it's smooth, faintly sweet, and spectacularly delicious.
• A fundamental insight into the nature of casinos: they're precisely the same thing as nudie bars, except with different vices. That, and except for the fact that blowing $50 on some bored woman to wiggle her coochie in your face for twenty minutes, is waaaaay more fulfilling than blowing through $50 in half that time on the cheapest blackjack table you can find in Atlantic City. I know. I've tried both.
• On the other hand, if you're only there to buy cigars and beer, you can make a really good night out of that $50, with bus fare left over. Everything in Atlantic City is cheap except the tables.
• A fundamental insight into the nature of gambling: The fun of poker isn't in the gambling. It's in knowing you've got everyone else in the table by the nuts and it's only a matter of time before they fuck up and give you what's theirs. The fun of gambling is... what's the fun in gambling, exactly? Chance has no nuts.
• The champagne room is a goddamn ripoff.