“You know nothing, Jon Snow.”

I have now completed A Storm of Swords, being the third book in George RR Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire. Perhaps undertaking this re-read in so short a time frame was not wise, because as I feared (and as I remember from when I read this book the first time), the feeling of the book stops being immersion in a big and fascinating world, and starts being a feeling of being worn down under a tremendous weight. And if that’s what it’s like to read it, I can only imagine what it’s like for GRRM to write it. No wonder he’s been having trouble.

My reaction to Storm is almost schizophrenic, so much so that I can barely determine where to begin. There is an awful lot of good stuff in this book, and there’s some stuff that is indisputably great. There’s also some stuff that’s meh, and a bit of stuff that downright irritated me. But the overall impression is just unrelenting hugeness. Once again I am drawn to my soap opera metaphor for these books. Aside from a very few moments, I get almost no sense that there’s a story that’s being set up here. I get very little sense of forward momentum from the events of this book. What I get is just a series of events that affect all others, because everyone knows everyone else and lives have that pesky way of crossing. A good read? Absolutely. A fascinating world? Certainly. Interesting characters, both sympathetic and not? Indubitably. A story, though? Well…I’m just not sure.

Part of my problem with Storm is that it’s simply too long. I’m sorry, but it just is. I’m not sure what the remedy for that might be, since a strategy of cutting the book in two didn’t seem to work out as well as GRRM thought it might for the book immediately following. I’m not sure where the thing should have been cut, but there’s just so much that goes on. That sounds whiny, probably, but I can’t deny it. Over the course of nearly a thousand pages, most of the characters only manage to move no more than, say, fifty miles. Some go in circles. Some are captured, escape, and are recaptured again. Some make fairly improbable acquaintances along the way. Some characters from the last two books simply drop off the radar screen entirely. And yes, some die.

I am starting to conclude that GRRM is creating a story that is simply too big, if he’s even creating a story at all. At this point, it wouldn’t surprise me much to eventually learn that there is no ending to the series, no climax we’re building to, and that what GRRM simply intends is to just create a series of massive books set in a fantasy realm that just details some marches of some people’s lives. Maybe I’m wrong…and on balance, I suspect I am, because there are a few precious hints of a larger story to emerge in Storm…but it wouldn’t totally surprise me. If I’m correct, the actual main story is the threat that’s taking shape in the North while everyone else is fighting for thrones. But then, what part in that story for each and every one of these characters? I just don’t know.

I liked the book. Loved it, even. But I can’t deny that there were times when reading it felt like a slog, and not because of any deficiency with the prose – never that, because GRRM can damn well put the words together – but because it’s just so big. I’m trying to come up with a metaphor here…maybe trying to have a perfect vacation to Disney World when you know you’re only going to be there one day? Nah, that doesn’t work…I’m not sure, I guess. But I can’t get over the feeling with this series that it’s not unlike that third slice of cake, the one that’s just as good as the first two, technically speaking, but just isn’t satisfying because by now it’s just too much.

More random spoiler-iffic thoughts after the break….

:: After two books, I was of the opinion that GRRM’s best characters were Tyrion, Jon Snow, Arya Stark, and Daenerys Targeryen. I have not changed that opinion, but I do add to the list: what he did with Jaime Lannister in this book is amazing. I remember that before I read this book the first time, years ago, someone on a newsgroup said that Jaime is portrayed sympathetically here, and I scoffed at that, thinking that he was a loathsome character. What strikes me now is that Jaime actually isn’t in A Game of Thrones or A Clash of Kings much at all, so Storm is the first time we really get to know him. He’s arrogant, regal, incestuous, and he attempted to kill a child. He’s also torn in a number of directions, he is driven by a love of his sister that’s creepy but for which he refuses to apologize, and he knows that forever he will be tarnished by the fact that he killed the last Targaryen King. Jaime Lannister is a fascinating, fascinating character – and he was shaping up to be so even before he got his sword hand chopped off.

:: This was apparently the book where GRRM decided that it was time to drag Tyrion through the mud. Nothing good happens to him at all in this book, until the very end, when Varys shows him the way out of the Red Keep. Tyrion goes from acting Hand of the King in the previous book to an afterthought for everyone in this one; he doesn’t even get any credit at all for his efforts in the Battle of the Blackwater, in which his side defeated Stannis Baratheon. All the credit, it seems, goes to Lord Tywin Lannister, who arrived just in the nick of time. Eventually Tyrion is forced to marry Sansa Stark, who refuses his touch; it’s to his credit that he likewise refuses to force his touch upon her. The poor dwarf is even blamed for the death of King Joffrey, after he figures out that it was Joffrey who sent the brigand to try to finish the job of killing Bran Stark back in the first book.

Tyrion does get his moment in the sun, though – oh, does he ever. In his final confrontation with his father, Tyrion extracts the information he wants, and then he kills Lord Tywin Lannister by shooting him in the crotch with a crossbow while the Lord is having his morning constitutional. It’s one of the most memorable scenes in the book, and Tyrion’s last exchange with his father is terrific:

…”You shot me,” he [Tywin Lannister] said incredulously, his eyes glassy with shock.

“You always were quick to grasp a situation, my lord,” Tyrion said. “That must be why you’re the Hand of the King.”

“You…you are no…no son of mine.”

“Now that’s where you’re wrong, Father. Why, I believe I’m you writ small. Do me a kindness now, and die quickly. I have a ship to catch.”

That’s great stuff.

::  This book nails down some of the outstanding mysteries from the first couple of books. In addition to revealing that Joffrey is behind the brigand’s attack on Bran, we also finally learn who really killed Jon Arryn,  where Robert was getting his information on Daenerys, and Tyrion learns some things about the woman he first loved.

:: GRRM sometimes writes dialogue that is so good it makes me want to cleave my laptop in two with a sword of Valyrian steel. Tyrion gets off the best insult, when he refers to Joffrey as “His Grace, the Royal pustule”.

:: I can’t figure out Sandor Clegane for the life of me. Am I supposed to hate him? Because I don’t. Am I supposed to like him? Because I don’t. And given the rest of the people in these books, that might well be what GRRM intended after all. It interests me that Arya Stark owes him her life. Will she realize it, one day?

:: Sansa Stark continues to impress me on this re-read. She’s still much more reactive than active, but there’s got to be a big moment coming for her, at some point. People around her come and go, people around her come to battle and live and die, and yet…Sansa just keeps on enduring.

:: Daenerys Targaryen’s story continues to be one of the best things about this series. In Storm she becomes a full-blown conqueror, securing an army of creepy eunuch warriors called the Unsullied, in a pretty amazing moment when she agrees to terms whereby she gets the warriors in exchange for one of her three dragons. She quickly turns the tables, though, and winds up keeping her dragon and the warriors. I like how she conquers city after city, but has increasing doubts about this activity, until she decides that she will be Queen to the city she’s just sacked, proving herself as a ruler instead of just leaving a series of wrecked cities behind her.

Her rejection of Ser Jorah Mormont at the end of the book is interesting, and there’s no way this doesn’t come back to haunt her in some way. Will Mormont try to prove himself to her? Or will he act in a way that’s more consistent with what he’s been before, and try to get revenge upon her? He’s a mildly interesting character, harboring doomed love for Daenerys, but also having sold information about her to the powers of Westeros for a time after escaping, way back in the first book.

:: Jon Snow’s tale was mostly intriguing, although it gets a little much, having this many characters in the book who have lost their first loves. As the book ends, though, he’s been voted Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch – just after Stannis Baratheon has offered him Winterfell. Hmmmm. Stannis isn’t a guy who likes to hear the word no. I really liked his relationship with Ygritte, and the way she kept saying “You know nothing, Jon Snow.” I suspect Jon will have a heavy emotional burden to bear in the future; I’m not sure he’s really realized what his feelings for her even were.

:: Bran is still wandering around the wilderness with his two saviors and he is still a shapechanger or something. Bran’s story is Exhibit A for this book not really going anywhere. As the book ends, he and his friends are now going north of the Wall.

:: Samwell Tarly’s continued insistence that he’s craven is starting to get a little old. He’s a bit like Sansa Stark, but with the lack of self-confidence dialed up to 11. The guy killed a zombie with an obsidian dagger, for God’s sake…and he still thinks he’s a coward!

:: By the way, who is ‘Coldhands’, the mysterious elk-riding figure who saves Sam and Gilly, and who takes Bran and friends north? I’m guessing that he’s what’s left of the long-missing Benjen Stark, but I suppose we’ll find out. Maybe. This is GRRM we’re talking about.

:: After lots of Theon Greyjoy in Clash, he doesn’t appear at all in Storm. Good. He’s a crappy character.

:: Lord Tywin Lannister is kind of an odd case. He’s a really good villain, and he’s fairly complex – the Lannister version of Stannis Baratheon, every bit as unbending – but GRRM tosses him aside when Tyrion kills him. And no, I wouldn’t trade that moment…but to paraphrase Captain Renault in Casablanca, “How extravagant you are, throwing villains away like that. Someday they may become scarce.” I like how Tywin dies thinking that his sons have both utterly failed him. That’s probably the ultimate punishment for a man like him.

:: It’s hard to read the Catelyn chapters with any degree of interest when one knows that the Red Wedding is to come. Still, I didn’t recall the hints about resurrection from the dead from my earlier re-read, although I certainly remembered Lady Catelyn being, well, only ‘mostly dead’, I suppose, at the end of the book. I confess that I didn’t pay a great deal of attention to those chapters, except to get the main gist of them. I still don’t understand why Robb Stark has bothered trying to be King in the North in the first place. Seems to me that he’d have been better served to throw his lot in with Stannis Baratheon in the first place; I suspect that’s what Ned Stark might have done, anyway, especially once the rumor got out that Joffrey isn’t Robert’s son in the first place. And marrying some other girl after he’s already pledged to marry the daughter of the notably temperamental Lord Frey? That’s just about as stupid a thing to do as Ned’s “Now Cersei, I think you should pack up and leave now” bit from Game. I suppose doing dumb stuff runs in the Stark blood?

:: Speaking of Starks, I wonder whatever became of Rickon? It would be funny if he doesn’t show up until the very last page of the very last book, wondering what he missed.

:: Of course, I remembered the Red Wedding; it’s one of the book’s major events. I also remembered the death of Balon Greyjoy and the sad passing of Joffrey. What I did not remember was that their deaths seem to have been magically caused by Stannis and his spiritual counselor, Melisandre. When I read that scene, my jaw dropped. Really. I read that in the middle of my break at work one day, and I said right out loud, “Oh my God!”

:: Brienne of Tarth is certainly interesting, but I just don’t have a whole lot to say about her yet. She hasn’t developed much, and I can’t tell if GRRM is trying to develop some kind of love-thing between her and Jaime.

:: I continue to hate the sex stuff in these books. Do we really need Jaime and Cersei making love on the altar of the church? Do we really need Daenerys figuring out how to masturbate? Do we really need continued scenes in which GRRM’s men probe the ‘secret sweetnesses’ of the women? I hate this stuff. Ugh.

:: Last thing: there’s really not a lot of comic relief in these books. Tyrion occasionally says something really funny, but other than that, the only real consistently funny individual in these books is Dolorous Edd of the Night’s Watch. Whenever he shows up, read closely, because he’ll say something fatalistic and very funny. Yup, I love me some Dolorous Edd! I hope he survives the series.

OK, that’s it for this one…but see what I mean? All that stuff I comment on…and I don’t even comment on a lot of stuff in the book. Anyway, only two books remain…next up, Michael Chabon’s Summerland, and then back to Ice and Fire with A Feast for Crows.

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Sentential Links

Linkage…but first, a cartoon clown named Binky.

If you actually played that clip…yeah, I’m sorry.

Anyway:

:: But this movie… It’s not great. I know everyone saw it when they were kids and loves it to pieces, but it is so long, and frequently so, so boring. (What movie is he talking about? Click through to find out…let’s just say that I could not possibly disagree more.)

:: What is heartening about Persepolis, and challenging to western assumptions about the lives of women in places like Iran, is the level of accommodation and subversion with which the rules are approached. The veil, for example, does not guarantee meek feminine submission, although its enforcement on a state level clearly seeks that; nor are decisions about how and why it is worn remotely simple (or always coerced) on an individual or even a community level. (It’s been several years since I read Persepolis; I should probably do so again. And watch the movie.)

:: My fantasy rider would include grapes, pistachios (natural, roasted & salted,) a gallon of spring water, camomile tea, a fresh pillow with a clean pillowcase, a Snuggie, flowers, and, why not, 4 new hand towels. And peanut m&ms, all colors included, especially the brown ones. Basically I would consume the food stuff, turn on my nature sounds, snuggie up and take a nap.

:: If you are using dialogue—say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech. (Writing advice from John Steinbeck, which is always welcome. I don’t follow this particular piece of advice, though. I just feel goofy reading my dialogue out loud. I do something kind of along the same line, though: I play the scene in my head, like a movie. I have no idea if this helps or not, but I just can’t bring myself to say my own dialogue out loud. Even when I’m writing alone.)

:: Seeing this movie now, you’d never know this was such a big hit, because honestly, it is just terrible. Just… not offensively bad or something I hated, but just an aggressively mediocre movie full of misstep upon misstep. (What movie? Click to find out! I never liked it all that much to begin with, but it does have some kind of odd reverential status in geek circles for some reason. Or maybe it’s not ‘reverential’ status, just…looked back upon with greater fondness than is warranted?)

:: Okay, now I’ll say it, I’ll dare to state the unthinkable… St. Patrick’s Day is the worst freaking day of the year. And I’m Irish!!! (I’ve always wondered what bartenders think of St. Paddy’s Day.)

:: We stand fixated on the man who directed Star Wars.

Why? The reasons are beyond number and impossible to mention in geek company without causing a riot: the special editions, the prequels, the re-edits. The betrayal and heartache as thousands of fanboys and girls took up the cry “Han shot first!” We’re furious. We’re mourning. We’re hoping that the next generation doesn’t think that Anakin Skywalker is cooler than Han Solo. (I only link this to highlight how sick I am of this whole mindset. Now we’re trying to psychoanalyze George Lucas, in our quest to understand how it could possibly be that he made something that a bunch of people don’t like that much. Seriously…give it up. And allow me to renew my objection to anyone who thinks that Han Solo’s story is utterly, completely changed by Greedo getting off a shot in the cantina. All that does is neuter a big laugh in the movie, not a character. Stop, people. Just…stop.)

More next week!

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Sunday Burst of Weird and Awesome!

Oddities and Awesome abound!!!

:: I’ve seen this in a lot of places, but Jedediah gets the credit. A bunch of these videos have shown up in the last year or two, but this one’s got amazing sound, so turn up the speakers. It’s the ride you’d enjoy were you, say, a spider or something, clinging to the side of one of the space shuttle’s solid rocket boosters, from launch to splash-down. These are just amazing.

Wow!

:: Two links from one of my favorite comics blogs, Slay, Monstrobot of the Deep!. There were all kinds of weird ads in comics back in ‘the day’, and it always tickles me to see them reproduced, because I remember a lot of them, and I remember thinking when I was six or seven, “Hey, I want that!” I can say with a high degree of confidence that I never wanted the Nancy Nonsense doll, however.

:: The other link from Slay Monstrobot: I am increasingly of the belief that I need to read the original Howard the Duck comics one of these years. Sure, the infamous movie was dreck, but…this just seems like gonzo genius to me.

More next week!

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Shea's Buffalo at night


Shea’s Buffalo at night, originally uploaded by Jaquandor.

I took this while standing outside the theater, waiting for the doors to open for Les Miserables. I insisted on getting there good and early, which didn’t go over well with The Family, as we ended up standing outside in the wind for fifteen minutes until the doors opened. Not sure why I did that…going to an event at Shea’s isn’t like going to the movies, where you pick your seats when you get there. Oh well…I just chalk it up to being over-excited for Les Miz.

I altered this shot a bit to make it brighter and changed it to B&W and all that…those weird shadow-features just kind of emerged as I did the altering, and I thought they looked kind of cool, so I made no effort to get rid of them.

There are times when I wish I wasn’t a maintenance man by trade…I look at this photo, and the first thing I see is several dozen light bulbs that need changing!

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Prometheus

I know, I know…I’ve said a bunch of times that I have little to no use for the Alien movies, which I suppose would rule me out of bothering to see the forthcoming Prometheus, which as I understand it isn’t actually a direct prequel or anything of that nature, but is set in the same universe, so I suspect there’d be some overlap. This trailer for the film, though, is making me question that resolve.

This looks less like Attack of the Killer Space Vaginas, and more like a dark space opera, with ships exploring the unknown, massive alien artifacts, and so on and so forth. Who knows…and with trailers these days, you never know, because trailers can make the worst movies look like giant storehouses of Awesome, so we won’t know until the movie comes out. But I am really intrigued by this trailer.

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Luck o’ the Irish!

It’s St. Patrick’s Day! Here’s some stuff.

Wondering about the logistics of Darth Vader quaffing a beer? I assume he uses a straw through the grates of his mask. Or maybe he just has it in his meditation chamber, once he kicks back and takes his helmet off. Who knows…of course, I can’t help thinking that maybe some of his problems in life might have been better dealt with by doing some drinking earlier on than by doing a lot of brooding and falling in with evil Chancellors and whatnot.

::  I know, I know, everybody says “St Patty’s Day”. But really, if you do this, please stop! It’s St Paddy‘s Day, not Patty. Thank you.

::  “Danny Boy” is the cliche song for St. Patrick’s Day and for any gathering of Irish or Irish-minded folk, so much so that it’s nearly impossible to hear a fresh take on the song. For that, we need three incomprehensible Muppets.

:: You can never go wrong with John Williams. Here he is, teamed up with The Chieftains, for the End Credits of the Irish-emigration-to-America saga, Far and Away. It’s a really kind of silly movie, but I like it because it’s really earnest in its silliness.

:: And finally, I am absolutely tickled that this is on YouTube at long last. The great sitcom Cheers had a recurring storyline of sorts involving the battle of pranks and stunts between the gang at Cheers and the rival bar, Gary’s Old Towne Taverne. These episodes were highlights of every season, right down to the final season, when the war was finally won. Just great stuff…and my favorite was the St. Patrick’s Day episode, in which the gang arrives at the bar to find that the bar itself has been enclosed behind a cinder-block wall by Gary and his cohorts. (With Woody inside, by the way.) Still, Sam decides to keep calm and carry on, especially when the Irish band he’s hired shows up to work its musical magic. And then…this happens.

This scene (which I consider one of the great all-time sitcom scenes) was actually written by Ken Levine and partner David Isaacs, so Levine provides the entire script of the scene here. Just great stuff. Also of interest is that the guy playing Sean, the lead singer, is actor Maurice Roeves, who also played Colonel Munroe in 1992’s The Last of the Mohicans (the Daniel Day Lewis version), and a Romulan on an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation. According to Roeves’s IMDb bio, he was born in Sunderland (in England) and considers himself a Scot!

:: Need a toast for tonight? Pick one from here.

:: And later on, I shall be happy to raise a glass to each o’ ye!

St Patrick's Day

May all your souls be in Heaven a full hour afore the Devil knows ye’re dead!

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Molto Mario!

Wow. What a surreal couple of days to be a Buffalo Bills fan, as they have signed the second-most coveted free agent player available this year. (He’d have been the most coveted, if not for Peyton Manning being available.) Williams is a former first-overall draft pick who has mostly lived up to his lofty potential thus far, except for an injury-shortened year last year, and he’s only 27 years old, which means that as he enters what should be the best four or five years of his career…he’s going to enjoy them here.

This is big. Stuff like this doesn’t happen here. The Buffalo Bills don’t usually grab any coveted free agents of any type; if they sign anybody at all, it’s a week or two after the free agent signing period has started, and the guys they grab up are the NFL equivalent of leftovers.

Now, I don’t think this is because the Bills are ‘cheap’. I think it’s because the last bunch of execs running things here, well, didn’t really know what they were doing, so the Bills have been in this odd position for over a decade of not being good enough to attract free agents but not being bad enough to have top five draft picks to build with, either. But now they feel that the roster is looking up and it was time to add a big talent…which they did. Kudos to them.

Current GM Buddy Nix has been criticized in his first two years of basically standing pat at free agency, but I’m not sure what choice he had either year. The roster was in the worst shape of the entire sorry decade when he took over, so signing free agents would have generally made the Bills look like the Washington Redskins of recent years: a team with no clue trying to luck into a good team by throwing money around. Nix made clear that his intent was to build through the draft and then add some free agent talent. He’s said all along that when he feels there’s a player available who can significantly help this team now, then “we go and get him”. Well, they did that!

Signing Mario Williams doesn’t make the Bills an automatic contender, but it’s a big piece to a puzzle that doesn’t have as many remaining pieces as some believe. His presence will give the Bills something they haven’t had in years: a guy on the defensive line whom offensive coordinators have to take into account. That’s big in itself. If he can take on double-teams, it will free up the rest of the line to wreak some havoc. Basically, this move makes the Bills better at the all-important line of scrimmage.

What else do the Bills need, then? Another wide receiver, most of all. Another outside linebacker, possibly a better left tackle, and perhaps a cornerback (although the secondary should benefit greatly from the improved pass-rush that Williams’s signing virtually guarantees). Williams’s arrival gives the Bills a lot more flexibility when next month’s draft arrives, as they are now no longer really beholden to drafting whoever the best pass rusher available when they pick happens to be. (They pick tenth overall.) Perhaps they might even consider themselves in a good enough position to trade down and add picks.

Williams’s signing was not a quick process. He got here Tuesday and spent all of Wednesday here before finally signing on Thursday. Apparently he was doing quite a bit of touring the Buffalo area, which I suppose was necessary; teams that haven’t been winning need to show off their cities to convince guys, and Buffalo’s reputation, unfair as it is, is one that can be muted with some smart display of the good stuff around here. The best sign was when Williams showed up at the airport on Wednesday, not to fly to his next potential team, but to pick up his fiancee. That seemed to display that he was impressed and that he was giving this place serious thought. There’s a school of thinking that says that Buffalo’s poor reputation as a city is one factor that keeps free agents from signing here, but that has never made sense to me; if a player feels that a team is a winner, he’ll go there. The Bills haven’t been winners in twelve years, but for the first time there’s a real sense that maybe they’re about to be.

So anyway: Welcome to Western New York, Mario Williams! And may the Force be with you.

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Something for Thursday

Well, I missed this feature last week, and I’m late this week, but here we go. I just want to pay a small tribute to Robert B. Sherman, who passed away last week. Sherman was one half of the Sherman Brothers, a music-and-songwriting duo that was responsible for many of the extremely catchy songs in Disney (and other) films in the 1960s. Here are some of them.

Not a bad legacy to leave behind.

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I hate casinos

Yeah, that’s pretty blunt, but there it is: I can’t stand casinos. I don’t understand the appeal at all. I mean, I understand once I find myself inside one. It’s hard to resist all those flashing lights and cheering people and the way the casinos make you go up and down and in and out in an effort to make you forget the existence of an outside world; all the better to put you in the mood to lose your money. But in general, I have no desire to spend time in a casino, I never consider going to one when I’m looking for something to do, and I’m totally baffled by people I know who love to spend entire weekends at “the casino”. It’s just something I don’t get.

But casinos can be awesome settings for amazingly cool stories, can’t they, and not just fictional stories. Check out this amazing tale of a guy who took three different Atlantic City casinos for $16,000,000. And he did it straight-up. No card-counting here (although to be honest, I’m not sure why card-counting is considered ‘cheating’, unless ‘cheating’ is defined as ‘doing anything whatsoever to increase one’s odds over the house’s’): he beat them fair and square, and fascinatingly, the casinos practically invited him to do it.

As Johnson remembers it, the $800,000 hand started with him betting $100,000 and being dealt two eights. If a player is dealt two of a kind, he can choose to “split” the hand, which means he can play each of the cards as a separate hand and ask for two more cards, in effect doubling his bet. That’s what Johnson did. His next two cards, surprisingly, were also both eights, so he split each again. Getting four cards of the same number in a row doesn’t happen often, but it does happen. Johnson says he was once dealt six consecutive aces at the Mohegan Sun casino in Connecticut. He was now playing four hands, each consisting of a single eight-card, with $400,000 in the balance.

He was neither nervous nor excited. Johnson plays a long game, so the ups and downs of individual hands, even big swings like this one, don’t matter that much to him. He is a veteran player. Little interferes with his concentration. He doesn’t get rattled. With him, it’s all about the math, and he knows it cold. Whenever the racily clad cocktail waitress wandered in with a fresh whiskey and Diet Coke, he took it from the tray.

The house’s hand showed an upturned five. Arrayed on the table before him were the four eights. He was allowed to double down—to double his bet—on any hand, so when he was dealt a three on the first of his hands, he doubled his bet on that one, to $200,000. When his second hand was dealt a two, he doubled down on that, too. When he was dealt a three and a two on the next two hands, he says, he doubled down on those, for a total wager of $800,000.

It was the dealer’s turn. He drew a 10, so the two cards he was showing totaled 15. Johnson called the game—in essence, betting that the dealer’s down card was a seven or higher, which would push his hand over 21. This was a good bet: since all face cards are worth 10, the deck holds more high cards than low. When the dealer turned over the house’s down card, it was a 10, busting him. Johnson won all four hands.

Johnson didn’t celebrate. He didn’t even pause. As another skyscraper of chips was pushed into his skyline, he signaled for the next hand. He was just getting started.

Absolutely fascinating.

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Answers, the fourth!

OK, I need to get going on these…last week’s time-sucking did not do the blog any favors. So let’s get going here!

A reader who prefers anonymity asks:

What “earworms” get stuck in your head?

“Hey Jude”. That’s a big one. Lots of Beatles songs, actually. Songs from Les Miz — “Do You Hear the People Sing?” is a big one that I often find myself humming. Show tunes of all sorts! Generally, I often have some kind of music traveling through my head, and I’ll often find myself humming it. I suppose it would be more useful to talk about earworms that don’t get stuck in my head!

What’s funny is how often I’ll get earwormed with a song I can’t stand. “Red Solo Cup” may be the single stupidest musical act ever committed by the hand of man, but damned if that horrible thing doesn’t end up stuck in my ear for an hour after I inadvertently catch it on the radio.

Can you deliberately think of a piece of music and “play it” in your head? Can you bring to mind the music pieces you’ve played yourself?

I can do this with a lot of music that I know very, very well. I can sit back and listen, in my head, to the entirety of Rachmaninov’s Second Symphony, for instance. Ditto Berlioz’s Fantastique, Beethoven’s Seventh and Ninth, and so on. Large sections of John Williams’s filmscores, and large portions of The Lord of the Rings. I have a very good musical memory…with one exception. Lyrics don’t tend to stick with me, or song titles. I hear a song and I can always say, “Yeah, I’ve heard that,” but if you mention a song by title to me, odds are I won’t know what you’re talking about. And if I know a song by title, there’s almost no chance I’ll be able to cite any lyrics without having taken trouble to internalize them beforehand. I don’t pick up lyrics from casual listening.

What little time-waster games do you play, if any? Any logic puzzles (minesweeper, say)? Solitaire?

I don’t really do this, for some reason…I like the default Windows games like Minesweeper and Solitaire and Free Cell; my computer shipped with a chess game that I like but never use any more, and I dug the Mah Jong game too…but I haven’t played that one in a long time, either.

The only real game playing thing I have right now is that accursed “Words With Friends” on Facebook. I love that thing…but I only check it twice a day. Otherwise I’ll stare at it for hours. (Anyone wants to play, go ahead and drop me one of those challenges!)

More to come! I should be able to finish up next time out.

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