Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. I am listening to The Blotted Science album that was leaked prematurely. The name of it is the title of my blog. I have talked about them before. They are an instrumental band. There are many times in my life that I am blown away by incredible musicianship. But this has blown me away in a far superior way to almost everything I have heard. Because it may be the best musicianship I have ever heard. Ever. Kris and I were talking about it yesterday. Well I called Kris as soon as I found the leak and told him to go download it off of Oink. It is one of the best albums I have ever heard in my life. I am going to have to listen to it a lot to grasp it all. But I only needed to listen to it once to appreciate it. Appreciate it? To fucking be blown away at how incredible it is. Seriously. So my dear Friend James Harris was in my building last night taking wallpaper off of his Aunt's walls. So He told me to call him there last night. Which I did.
So I went up armed with wine. And we tackled a slut of a wall that took us three hours to get all the wallpaper off of. But we talked about many things. Sexual morals. God. Or the lack thereof. Spirituality. Logic. Etc. James and I are incredibly different people. But we hold a deep respect and love for one another. One of the rare Followers of Christ that I respect. Probably because his belief isn't a detriment and a tool to judge everyone around him. I got pretty trashed last night. I had started drinking at about eight o' clock because wine and high stakes poker go perfect together and I always watch all three hours of it every Monday. It is very intense seeing millions of dollars of cash change hands. People who try and keep their cool who lose four hundred thousand dollars to a bluff. Also the huge psychological battle that is poker. These players are the best in the world and can just sense weakness. So if you want to win with a weak hand. You better be good at not only representing a good hand by your betting style, but you also better hope you don't actually run into a really good hand.
There are all these little tricks players use too. Sami Farha sometimes uses this trick when he has decided he is going to bluff a round where he "accidently" bets out of turn. Puts the perception out there that he is eager to bet or raise. Or even when they are thinking of calling a raise. They love to reach for a large amount of chips and see the reaction of the other people and see if they are bluffing and seeing if they flinched when they reached for chips and are really hoping they fold their cards. They can sense weakness if you give them anything when they make any move. They will even ask you how much money is in front of you. Make him stew that you might be re-raising to putting them all in. But the person picking up and counting chips and talking and saying how much they have. You can see if they have shakey hands or a shakey voice. If they sense that, you are going to get fucking destroyed at the table. I think I would make a fairly good poker table.
I have noticed that I have observed a lot of the tricks of poker. I think I could change up my play enough to throw people off. I think psychological warfare is at its finest at a poker table with small fortunes at stake. But yes so I was drinking during that then went upstairs to hang out with James already half in the bag and then we drank another couple bottles of wine. I decided to go to bed around three which was the latest I had been to bed in a long time. I woke up around noon which is the latest I have slept in in a very long time. I hope it doesn't fuck up my schedule too much. I don't work until closing shift today which is why I was willing to get ducking frunk with James last night. But I work tomorrow morning. Hmm. I found a sweet picture of the band that I am going to put on this post. Look at them and KNOW they are better musicians then you are. Unless Muhammed Suicmez is reading this. But I doubt that. You may bitch about my musical tastes and how I can be an elitest asshole about it. Which may be true. But they are better then you.
And prettier. I would fuck them just out of appreciation for existing and creating the music they have. Ron Jarzombek had other great projects like Spastic Ink and Watchtower. But this is easily the best shit he has ever done. And Alex Webster the bassist of Cannibal Corpse plays bass. Charlie Zeleny the drummer of Behold... The Arctopus, drums for them. So you know that is a stacked lineup. If you want to hear mindblowing musicianship, technique, composition, and just an over all environmental, great feel to the music. Go listen. But I think I am done with that. I try to do my part everyday in getting the world out of this shitty slump from listening to fucking shit music. Pop. Rock 'N Roll. Electronica. Noise Core. Art for the sake of being art etc. etc. So masturbate to todays picture for my blog. I have four times already. All the typos on this post are from the jizz I got on the computer. Yes. I just said Jizz. Suck it up. Literally. Anyways. I think I am going to wrap this up. I just started listening to a new band I downloaded called Man Must Die. So I want to focus on it. I will tell you all if it is any good tomorrow. Have a lovely day everyone. Cheers!
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