Still no fist

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FISH!

I’m still unable to find tuna for my lunch. I could go to the store and buy some to make my own tuna salad, but that would be cheating.

I’ve been away from the cards lately, but Fish is not my game of choice. I was at one point in my life obsessed with Pinochle, but it is such a complicated game, none of my friends wants to play, and I’m just plain bad at Bridge. I’ve never understood why. I rarely lose at Spades or Hearts. It’s the intimidation factor I think. I force mistakes.

I should qualify that. I have played Bridge with humans precisely once, and I won. However, for a while I tried to become good, buying a Bridge program for my computer and even a book on ACOL. At the beginner level, I lost EVERY game. Repeat EVERY! game. You can’t intimidate a computer. I do not play Bridge anymore.

I’m very competitive. 

In some things. I’m not always better than you. Honest. OK, I have my opinions, but so do you. You are entitled to them. I’m not a better writer than you. I just write a lot. I just vomit out words and some people like them.

Some don’t. I don’t appeal to everyone, and my opinions are just that. MY opinions.

Infinite Monkey Theorem at work, right?

Why the fist? I typed it by accident and decided to leave it. There is a little Ezzie in me after all, or maybe there is a little me in Ezzie. (Well I’m the fuckin’ author! There should be.)

Apologies. I just felt like swearing.

There are two of me today. One is tired and cranky. The other actually had a good day today.

Sometimes I like being crackly. Yeah, I typed that by accident, too. I’m a lacquer 10″ record, singing an old song that nobody remembers. I’m a cliche.

I’m rambling. (Nothing to see here.)

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