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| I'm trying to write a simulator for Pontoon, a blackjack variant.
The purpose is to find the standard deviation of a hand, which a few
people (including myself) on the gambling forum I frequent suspect is
higher than the most frequently quoted number (1.44). It's going
ok. Surprisingly, the actual simulation part was very easy.
It's getting the AI to play perfect that's the hard part. Making
sure it plays every single hand correctly, etc...it's
frustrating. It would be impossible to do if I didn't already
KNOW the perfect strategy. Implementation is still a bitch though.
In other news, my puppy is absolutely precious...
http://www.kodakgallery.com/Slideshow.jsp?Uc=3bdakp49.cqtl8yqt&Uy=ar3vsi
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| In Albany. Can't sleep. Nice to see family that I haven't seen in years. Hadn't seen one cousin in six, for his wedding. I forgot he was married. Evidence that six years is far too long.
I've lost around 25 pounds since coming to Virginia. That's nice. I can finally wear the sweater that I bought that was too small but would wear "when I finally lost weight." Hoorah. I'm actually somewhat hesitant to start using my new (read: used, but I just bought it) bike to get around rather than walking everywhere, since I'm pretty sure it's the walking that's been shedding the pounds. Next step: going to the gym to build muscle mass. This will be harder than losing the weight, since the gym is ANOTHER mile from my apartment. | | |
| Hot out today.
Hot out yesterday.
Gonna be hot tomorrow too.
Met her on my CB
Said her name was Mimi
Sounded like an angel come to earth
When i went to meet her
Man you should of seen her
Twice as tall as me three times the girth
Oh my fat baby loves to eat
A big old buddha belly and her breasts swing past her feet
My fat baby loves to eeeaaat
My big old fat ass baby loves to eat
I got blisters on me fingers!! | | |
| Had a really bizarre dream last night. The only thing I can
remember is that I had an eight-year-old kid, and he didn't want to eat
his meal (don't remember whether it was bf, lunch, or dinner), and I
made him. He died of food poisoning a couple of days later.
My wife beat the shit out of me for it. That's all I remember.
I think I had this dream for two reasons:
1) I saw American Splendor
last night. If anything screams dysfunction, that movie does.
2) I finished my milk last night that expired on Friday.
Back to the stats project...
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| Do you ever have one of those days where you can't get yourself to
work, no matter how badly you need to? I'm having one of those
right now. It's even kind of an interesting project for stats,
I'm doing it on whether there's a correlation between offensive G/F
ratio and runs scored. I mean, obviously there is, but the point
of the project is to prove it. I just don't want to work.
I'd rather sit at my desk wasting time, putting off the dread until the
nagging voice in my head becomes too loud to ignore...at which point,
it will be too late to finish the paper on time, so I can justify not
doing it at that point. Failure is a self-fulfilling prophecy,
and I am the prophet.
As for news outside my life, GO YANKEES! 
A third consecutive Boston-New York ALCS would be freakin' sweet
(particularly if the Yanks win). The postseason will give me a
GOOD reason not to do my work.
Oh, yes, I also won my fantasy baseball league, despite my players' best efforts to give it away. Go me.
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