A Real Number.

Every day that you’re on a production, there’s something called a ‘call sheet’. The call sheet is essentially the schedule for the day, who’s doing what, who is the key contact for each department, and who’s in what scene and where. As an extra, we don’t exist on the call sheet. We’re relegated to a … Continue reading A Real Number.

15 Monkeys and the Suicide King, Part II: Tilt

In every bet, there is a fool and a thief.

The King of Hearts is my lucky card. The card is supposedly depicting Charlemagne, who died after impaling himself with a sword. I always liked how unique the Suicide King was in the deck, and that was even before I found out that I can’t lose with that card.

Okay, that may be an exaggeration, but I’ve played thousands upon thousands of hands, and because of what I do, I keep pretty extensive statistics on hands. I legitimately have above an 85% win rate when I get dealt the Suicide King. There is absolutely no rhyme or reason to it, and there will be almost certain a regression to the mean, but till then, my card is my card, and that is the one fallacy that I believe in. Hang around gamblers enough, some of their lunacy rubs off on you.

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15 Monkeys and the Suicide King, Part I: The Woman

“When a magician waves his hand and says, ‘This is where the magic is happening.’ The real trick is happening somewhere else.”

My parents always told me that you make your own luck. I’m pretty sure neither of them intended for me to take that literally. One of my hobbies involves applied statistics and a love of cards. The key to being successful at what I do is to make a great first impression, and then be utterly forgettable. You never want to attract attention, especially when you’re winning. And there is nothing more distracting in the world than a beautiful woman in a red dress. Continue reading “15 Monkeys and the Suicide King, Part I: The Woman”

My Lucky Umbrella

I never liked rain. Sunshine?  Snow? Thunderstorms? Yes. Rain, freezing rain, anything with liquid precipitation, hell no. And because the universe is constantly mocking me, I get drenched at least once a season. Most of the time, it’s my own damn fault. I wake up everyday and check the weather. If there’s a good chance … Continue reading My Lucky Umbrella