Adopt-A-LPS™ Update: The Universe Conspires To Help
HOLY CRAP, IT'S AN INSTALANCHE!Blogger's absolutely freaking out on me, no doubt still reeling from the effects of Instapundit readers flocking to my post. Welcome! In any other situation, I'd invite you further into my demented little corner of cyberspace; but considering what's at stake here, I'd rather you all hit the SOA Lebanon Fund for a dollar apiece. That would be a lot of dollars for a good cause; perhaps even the best cause.
Also, allow me to direct your attention to the blog SOA set up to report on the ground in Beirut. Michael Totten's living my vision over there; they need the cash more than I need the traffic.
I only wish I had known I'd been Insta-linked sooner — today I worked a double shift and last night was Poker Night — so I only just now discovered that Emperor Reynolds linked me 30 hours ago.
But the Poker Night is an interesting story.
I donated $50 to the SOA Lebanon Fund Wednesday afternoon. Fifty dollars is a lot of money to me, especially since I depend on a lot of unreimbursed travel for my job. Every time the price of gas goes up, it dings my pocketbook. Besides the obvious motive of going for a good cause, I justified the cost of the donation in part because of the money I've raked in playing Texas Hold'em recently.
Wednesday nights are when I play my weekly poker pickup tournament with a cast of buddies and bar-goers. I won't bore you with the hand-by-hand details this time, because the result was just so mindblowingly cool: I won the tournament and pocketed $65. Minus my $15 buy-in, my total profit for the night was . . . fifty bucks.
Sometimes the universe conspires to make sure you're fine. (That line shamelessly stolen from a poem by poker pro Phil Hellmuth.)
I'm not a huge believer in the circular mechanisms of karma, but in this case it worked. Even if it hadn't, the monetary sacrifice was worth it.
posted by Marsh @ 3:47 AM
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