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Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 23, 2014 in Blog, Rants and Raves | 2 comments

I Don’t Like Saturn

I watched a television show last week. It was about outer space. They showed a bunch of planets and stars. Boring stuff like that.

The show was confusing. Even worse, it made me depressed.

They talked about how gigantic the universe is compared to earth. Like that’s big news or something. Everybody knows that. They talked about the beginning of time up to the present day. It all made me realize that human life is like a milli-second on the galactic timeline. We’re nothing a blip. It kinda’ made me feel like shit. Like I’m nothing.

Posted by Nolan Dalla on Mar 17, 2014 in Blog, Las Vegas, Rants and Raves, Restaurant Reviews | 20 comments

A Nation of Tip Jars

Nothing screams “WTF!” louder than the scene I witnessed last week here in Las Vegas. Sitting atop the glass counter above all kinds of expensive gold and diamond jewelry was — a tip jar.

I shit you not.

At a jewelry store!

Posted by Nolan Dalla on Feb 19, 2014 in Blog, Personal | 11 comments

I Don’t Understand the Appeal of Strip Clubs

I don’t understand the appeal of strip clubs. Somebody, explain this to me.

Posted by Nolan Dalla on Feb 14, 2014 in Blog, Book Reviews, General Poker | 3 comments

Tony Korfman’s Poker Book

Tony Korfman’s poker book has been sitting on the bottom shelf of my office library for almost five years, gathering dust.

Make that Korfman’s two books. For some reason, two copies were sent to me — unsolicited. He either really, really wanted me to write a book review. Or, his agent is a royal screw-up.

Wait, Tony Korfman has an agent?

Holy shit.

Posted by Nolan Dalla on Feb 9, 2014 in Blog, Rants and Raves | 8 comments

Agony of Victory and Thrill of Defeat at the Winter Olympics

Let’s just call the Olympic Games what they really are — a global marketing assault. A safari for giant corporations. Everything gets tattooed and branded. Every shred of free space and micro-second of time is the “Official Olympic” this or that.