Ramen Noodles...

Well, I got nothing to say today.

Ramen Noodles, dude. If you talk to any kind of fitness instructor I'm pretty sure they are going to tell you Ramen Noodles is not a recommended pick-me-up after a rough outing at the gym. Well, I don't give a hoot about that... for me - some Ramen Noodles, a couple of toasts (yes, white bread even) with cheese is just what the doctor ordered. Add to that a glass of milk and I have my energy levels fully restored... almost.

Yeah - those noodles on that pic there have just been eaten... they are no more. The next time they see the light of day - they will look a lot less appetizing... I promise not to post a picture of that...

Well, I learned something new at the gym today. I mean, it should have been obvious but I've never really thought of it like that.

See... I like to do 12 repetitions, 3 times on each station. I put on all the weight that I can muster... and today my cousin tells me to put on some more, because he thought it looked a little too easy for me. So I tell him:

"Yeah, I could. But, I can't do 12 with the added weight."

"Well, do eight or ten then."

"But, I want to do twelve."

"You know, less repetitions with more weight will give you bigger muscles."

This I knew from before... but I figured if I max my 12, it should have the same effect. That is when the revolutionary news were spoken out.

"Do eight with more weight. Then, when you can push that up to twelve, add some more"

Now... how freakin' simple is that? Why didn't this unbelievably simple equation exist in my head before. I would pump the same weight over and over again... try once with some more on, and if I couldn't do twelve, I would revert back to the old weight.

Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid R.E.H. This new way should make it a lot faster to add more kilos, pounds, whatever.

Poker...

Now, I like my live poker games. With actual people sitting around a green felt table pushing chips and shufflin' real plastic coated cards. It was a long time since I played any internet poker. But, since it is becoming quite rare to actually gather enough people for a live poker session, the other day I decided to log onto my old PartyPoker account.

Should I e-mail them about this? I mean, I knew I had over $100 on my account - yes I play with little money... I do it for fun, not to become rich... still. As I logged on I read $66 on my account.

No friggin' way, guys!

So I check out my cashflow history, and realize they've charged me $7-something each month because of my "inactive account". Yes, I haven't logged on since october or something last year - but where and when was I informed it would cost me money not to play? I'm not happy about it.

Well, I sat down at a cash table and won my money back... $35 in about an hour of play. I won $18 in a matter of minutes at the first table, and then everyone logged off. Did I frighten them? I would've been $60 up, had I not wasted $46 on one single hand. The guy HAD to have pocket aces to beat me, nothing else could win the pot... I thought the odds were on my side - the dude DID HAVE the friggin' pocket aces! Here you go, buddy - here's my hard earned $46... spend them wisely, schmuck - and they never do!

Played a single table $11 tournament this morning... won another $20. Maybe I should think about a professional poker career? Wouldn't that be sweet? Hanging out in Las Vegas all the time in the casinos with all the hot [Playboy bunnies] chicks and the sound of slot machines spilling coins all over the floors... the occasional "YEAH, BABY, YEAH!"... and the frequent "FUCK! My life is OVER!" and "My wife's gonna KILL ME!".

I would enjoy life in Vegas!