WOF Hates Me

A slacker morning so far. Took the day off to work on class stuff and will be inspired soon. In the meantime, listening to iTunes and doing some recreational surfing and drinking down my daily 2.2 liters of water.

The latest fad in casino marketing is slot machines with a TV show or movie motif. Some are ingenious and well detailed, like the Star Wars machines, and some are just plain spooky (Gilligan's Island). One of the earliest machines, if not the first, is Wheel of Fortune, based on the show hosted by Pat Sajak and what's-her-name. The casino version is a regular slot machine with a rotating wheel that awards money when you get the right icon on one of the spinning wheels.

I am not a gambler by habit because I think gaming is for suckers. Over the long and short run, the house is going to win. Period. Get over it. There are more fun ways to lose the money, but I do succumb every once in a while and, frankly, WOF hates me. I have never succeeded at that silly machine, but still we battle. Two or three times a year, I'll drop $5 in a machine and watch it disappear, sometimes without a single hit. Gave it another try this morning...

...and...

Nothing. Not a single stinking hit. I might as well as set fire to the Abraham Lincoln or, better yet, sent it to the Red Cross. In fact, I'll do that next time I'm so stupidly tempted.

So I'm driving home and had one of the most surreal coincidences in my life. Sitting at the corner of Williams (Hwy 50) and Roop in front of the Carson City Community Center, waiting for the light to change, and got to reminising about all the times I worked the graduations for Western Nevada Community College. The Center is the only place in town for such an event. As I was mulling, the morning sports guys on the radio were talking about their new trivia contest. The music they were playing in the background: "Pomp and Circumstance." Very weird.

This is hilarious for some reason:

"MORE SPORTS RESULTS: The Beverly Hills Freudians tied the Chicago Rogerians 0-0 last Saturday night. The match started with a long period of silence while the Freudians waited for the Rogerians to free associate and the Rogerians waited for the Freudians to say something they could paraphrase. The stalemate was broken when the Freudians' best player took the offensive and interpreted the Rogerians' silence as reflecting their anal-retentive personalities. At this the Rogerians' star player said "I hear you saying you think we're full of ka-ka." This started a fight and the match was called by officials."