Once I was in a casino in London. I was planning to start betting on black as soon as there had been no run of red for more than two spins of roullette wheel. There was another bettor there, a high-roller who was already making lots of crazy bets on clumps of black numbers.
The wheel came up red fourty times in a row.
As the high-roller got more and more upset, I just kept eating cheese and pickel sandwiches "Aren't you going to bet" "as soon as we get out of the odd little area of statistical improbability" "Are you some sort of mathemetician" "Are you asking that solely because I haven't tipped you for the sandwhiches?"
I had a point here. It had something to do with that Dilbert where the guy keeps saying "3,3,3,3,3,3,3,3" and the UCC.
Maybe I didn't have a point
Friday, May 06, 2005
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants
-----They Might Be Giants