Blackjack, Part 1

I haven't written much here or anywhere about my brief interest in the game of Blackjack. A few friends have asked that I change that.

I picked the word "interest" because that's what it was. It wasn't an obsession and it certainly wasn't anything that consumed a lot of my life or had a great monetary impact on it. It was just something I thought would be fun to try and master…and once I did to some extent, I got bored with it and gave it up. In the last ten years, despite more than a dozen trips to Las Vegas, I don't think I've played a hand of 21 except on my home computer or iPhone for fun…and that doesn't even feel like Blackjack to me. For reasons I'm not sure I can fully explain, playing it on a computer ain't exactly like playing it in a casino but without the money risk. Even if the computer game has the exact same odds, there's something different about it. The reality of winning or losing makes it different.

Blackjack and I first got acquainted around 1981. It was at Harrah's in Reno and I was there because I'd written the act of a fellow performing in the showroom. He paid me a thousand dollars for my work and because I'm such a generous guy, I gave about half of it to the nice folks at Harrah's before I went home. Well, they seemed to need it more than I did. But it wasn't so bad. I may have almost gotten even with them via two trips to the buffet.

Some of my loss was due to the kind of bad luck that can strike any player at any time. No matter how well you play, if the dealer deals herself an Ace and a Ten and doesn't give you the same, you lose no matter what you do. But a lot of my loss was a matter of simply not knowing the game I was playing.

I then spent some time reading up on the topic and realized what a chowderhead I'd been to play without knowing all about things like splits and surrender…and the minor rule variations you find from casino to casino. For example, whether the dealer hits on Soft 17, as they do in some venues, can matter a lot in how you play certain hands. It's vital to learn Basic Strategy and to understand why you should trust it above things like hunches and the dangerous, occasional realization that you're just plain on a winning streak. Nothing will end one of those like the giddy notion that you're in some magical zone where the cards are predestined to go your way no matter what you do. I once saw a gambler lose a hundred thousand dollars in such a mindset…and because he couldn't believe that his "streak" was really over, he immediately bet another hundred grand and lost it, too.

So grasp that concept. There's no magic. There's no luck. There's just the way the cards come off the deck and the way you choose to play them. And sometimes, how you play them doesn't even matter.

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Several of the books I consulted also clued me in to what this "card counting" thing was all about and I began to learn about that. For the sake of information, know that I used the Stanford Wong High-Low method but I do not recommend it or any method in particular. That was just the one I learned. There are (supposedly) more accurate systems out there but at least when I last surveyed the field, they all seemed to take a lot longer to master. There was a limit to how much of my life I was willing to spend on any of this and it seemed to me that once I'd fully absorbed one system, it would be very difficult to unlearn it and learn another. I might have tried if I'd even considered the life/career decision of one writer I know who gave up that profession to become a full-time player of Blackjack. There was a notion that never occurred to me. I do not know how he can do that; how he can sit on those stools in those smokey casinos for eight and ten hour stretches. I used to like it for about an hour or until I was up a thousand bucks, whichever came first. Usually, the hour would come first. In any case, I would never want to do it if the amount of money won or lost would impact my life in any way. That would take it out of category of being a game.

To play well, you need a certain amount of courage. There are times when it makes financial sense to put out a really, really large wager and if you're timid about doing that, you limit your ability to win. I'm not sure I could have done that if a loss would have meant not being able to meet my personal financial obligations…but I never put myself in that position. A lot of the time when I was in Vegas, it was to play and work: Spend a few hours a day at the 21 tables, spend the rest of the time in my hotel room, laboring at my laptop to cobble up comic book and TV scripts. When I lost at Blackjack, it would just motivate me to scurry back up to the computer to earn back what I'd dropped at the tables…but at no point did I risk dollars I could not afford to lose.

So I studied card counting at home, practicing with a little hand-held Blackjack game. Here's a quick explanation you won't need to read if you're familiar with the tactic…

Imagine you're playing two-deck Blackjack and that the "penetration" — how far down the deck they deal before shuffling — will allow for four hands before that shuffle. Then imagine that in the first two hands, six of the eight aces in the double-deck are played. You don't know what will be dealt in Hand #3 but you do know something significant. If you've been paying attention, you know that the odds of you getting a Blackjack (an ace and a ten) are way below normal.

That's good to know and that's the principle of card counting. By tracking which cards are played, you gain an awareness of which cards remain in the deck. When the composition of the remaining pack favors the player, you up your bets. When it favors the house, you lower your bet…or perhaps even move to another table or quit. And if you do play, you may play your hand a different way because you know, for example, that the deck has a higher-than-usual or lower-than-usual percentage of low or high cards. If you're interested in learning more about it, there are only about 72,000 books than can teach you. I recommend none in particular. At best, I'd suggest reading several and trusting that which appears in most of them. You'll find a lot of hype accompanying most so-called experts with grandiose claims of how much they've won and how the casinos live in terror of them walking in the door because they have the magical power to bust the bank. Believe none of that. They're selling what they know about the game because that seems like a more lucrative, dependable way to make money than applying those skills at some Blackjack table somewhere.

I was still learning to card count when I got an invite to Vegas for business reasons and decided it was time to try and apply what I'd learned. I'll tell you what happened in a day or so as I serialize this topic over many posts. At some point, I'll tell you how a chance remark from a very funny man named Pete Barbutti led to me giving it up.

Go See It!

At one of the "Occupy Wall Street" protests, a Fox News reporter was interviewing an occupier (or whatever they call these folks) for Greta van Susternen's program and the interviewee pretty well told off Fox News. So far, no part of the interview has run.

Today's Video Link

Here's two minutes of Dean and Frank having fun with a song from Guys & Dolls. They did these numbers singing live with a live orchestra and usually there was little or no rehearsal. You can spot each of them looking often at cue cards with the lyrics…and not knowing where to look when the other is singing even though there's only one camera on them. In some of the numbers on The Dean Martin Show — not this one — you can spot Dino giving little hand signals to indicate that he needs to have the audio playback (the band was in another studio) made louder or that the cue cards aren't being flipped quickly enough. Another performer might have stopped the number, had them make the adjustment and then started over. But on Dean's show, they liked to get it in one take, especially when Frank's limo was parked outside with the motor idling.

I watch this and two thoughts come to mind. One is "Do you ever see numbers like this on television anymore?" How often do they just stick two singers in front of one camera and have them sing live with no other production values, no video tricks, no dancers or sets or anything? I can't think of when I've seen that lately. I can't think of anyone these days who could pull it off like Dean, Frank or certain other performers of their era.

And the second thing is that — and I know this is probably just me — I find myself liking Frank Sinatra less and less. Yes, yes: I know he is the most acclaimed pop vocalist of his generation and that I am vastly outnumbered in this opinion…and I will also concede that his popularity was not built on goofing-around numbers like this one but on his records. But almost every time these days I hear one of them, which is like every time I'm in an Italian restaurant, I find myself thinking he sounds insincere and that the voice does not connect with what he's singing, like an actor who cares about how he delivers the line, not what the line is about. I even listened to a number of once-favorite Sinatra recordings here at home not long ago while not eating linguini, and I kept thinking, "Gee, what did I ever like about this guy?"

I guess my tastes are just changing. I stopped liking In-N-Out Burgers and now I'm losing my fondness for Sinatra. By this time next year, I'll probably be putting down Creamy Tomato Soup, Laurel & Hardy and Jack Kirby. Anyway, here's about half a Rat Pack…

From the E-Mailbag…

R. Peterson read this item I posted a few days ago, then dashed off the following note to me…

I love your site, and have long been a faithful reader, so I am sorry that my first communication to you is prompted by a complaint–especially one over what may strike you as a trivial matter. (I don't think it's trivial, though, which is why I felt compelled to write.)

In your post on whether Chris Christie would be unelectable because he's "fat"–the thesis of which I entirely agree with–you say that Pres. Obama "relies more on a TelePrompter than some other presidents."

This is entirely baseless. It is one of those lies that has been repeated so often that the sheer repetition has turned it into something "everyone knows." But it's utter nonsense. It could only be considered "true" if the comparison includes presidents who served before the invention of the teleprompter–which is, of course, most of them, but is a meaningless measurement. Obama does not use the teleprompter more than George W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George H.W. Bush, or Ronald Reagan did.

Right-wing critics started the teleprompter business because this is their method: take whatever criticisms of our guys which are somewhat legitimate, and hurl them against their guys, whether they are legitimate or not. Because the news media is predisposed to cover everything in a "he said/she said" manner, this accomplishes two things: it makes the criticism of ours look like merely another opinion, and makes the criticism of theirs appear to have some basis in fact, which everyone must "admit" to, in the interest of "fairness."

So, in this case: George W. Bush was an exceptionally inarticulate president. When he went off script (i.e., when he didn't have the benefit of a teleprompter), he sounded clueless ("Fool me once, shame on…shame on you. Fool me twice…can't get fooled again"). Obama's eloquence and command of facts stand in marked contrast to Bush. It's like night and day, and any objective observer would have to notice this, ideology aside. So it was in the interest of GOP spin doctors to minimize this obvious distinction. So, they had to get people talking about how Obama was inarticulate and unable to speak off the cuff (totally false), to "balance" the fact that Bush was.

It's ludicrous on the face of it. Again, one could support Bush's policies and abhor Obama's, but to suggest that while the former was infamous for his inability to speak off the cuff, the latter is somehow almost as bad flies in the face of observable facts. Obama speaks without a teleprompter quite often, and is always articulate. When Bush spoke without one, he was almost always inarticulate. Obama uses a teleprompter during formal speaking occasions. So did Bush — no difference.

And yet, it worked. Because it's been repeated so often, late night comics started to pick it up. And now, even people like you, who generally support Obama, and clearly know he's much more able to speak off the cuff than Bush, feel they have to "concede" this point.

This might strike you as a paranoid take on the power of the conservative media machine to control minds. But it's a simple technique, and they've done it over and over. See the case of "Al Gore takes credit for everything" for another example. (He said he "invented the internet" — except that he didn't — and through repetition, soon even his supporters had to "concede" that he was a braggart who always took credit he didn't deserve — though I defy anyone to show me using only actual facts that this is more true of Gore than of the average politician.)

Please, please don't lend credence to this lie about Obama's supposed over-reliance on teleprompters. It is utterly baseless. A lie repeated does not become truth.

I pretty much agree with all this, though I might quibble with one leap of logic. I don't think the fact that someone garbles their speech is necessarily indicative of stupidity. I know some smart people who get very tongue-tied in front of a microphone or a large audience and don't come off as intelligent. My problems with George W. Bush were mostly that he had an agenda that I thought was very bad for most of America but very good for a tiny body of already-very-wealthy cohorts, and that I think he talked to us like we were children who could and should be deceived. I never thought he was stupid.

The main thing that bothered me about Bush's verbal gaffes was that his supporters pretended that kind of thing was normal. When a Bill or Hillary Clinton or Al Gore misspoke or misphrased something, that was proof that the speaker was ignorant or a "congenital liar" (that's what William Safire called Ms. Clinton for a statement that turned out to be absolutely true). When G.W. Bush said we'd found Weapons of Mass Destruction or that he'd personally watched TV coverage of the first plane hitting on 9/11, that could be overlooked. Frankly, I think all politicians accidentally say a lot of things that aren't so or are just plain clumsy and that we should forgive a certain amount of that.

You're right. Obama is one of our more articulate politicians and I'm not sure that isn't something that a lot of his detractors especially hate about him. I don't know that he uses a TelePrompter more than any other Chief Exec. If he did, I could certainly make the case that no one else in that office has ever had quite such a mob going over his every syllable looking for ways to use it against him. But I don't think he does. I'm also led to believe that he is the actual author of much of what does appear on his TelePrompter, whereas Bush and some others almost never wrote the speeches they read off theirs.

I always wish that the debates these folks engage in didn't rely so much on short answers to questions for which they usually have anticipated, rote replies. Wouldn't it be nice to hear all our candidates and politicians talk at length in a format for which they can't cram or rehearse? One of the reasons I like Jon Stewart's interviews is that he usually asks his guests valid questions but not ones that they could have expected and prepped for.

Thanks for the message, Mr. Peterson. I think you're right.

Super Site

If you are interested in the cartoon series Super Friends — or many other non-print appearances of DC Comics characters in the seventies and eighties — you should be reading the blog of Marc Tyler Nobleman. Marc is digging up info that no one else has ever had the savvy to dig up and I highly suggest a visit.

Set the TiVo! (Maybe)

Turner Classic Movies is running Buster Keaton films every Sunday evening this month. By the time you read this, you'll have missed The General, which I think is his best movie. At this moment, The Navigator is on and then comes The Boat and The Goat and The Playhouse and so on. Here's the full schedule for the entire month. There are plenty of other treasures to come including some of Buster's talkies.

Starting tomorrow, TV Land is running The Dick Van Dyke Show — a marathon for a week, then one a day thereafter, I think. I'm not really sure how they're airing them because I won't be watching. I think it's great that the show is getting this exposure and I'd love it to do well so there will be more older shows telecast, including those in black-and-white. But TV Land speeds up the shows they run, they edit them for time and add in mid-show ads and squish the credits down until they're unreadable…and the shows don't start or end on the hour or when your TiVo thinks they start or end. This is why God invented complete runs of a show on DVD sets.

Alan Brady Live!

Garry Marshall, Dick Van Dyke and Carl Reiner

Last night, a great many lovers of The Dick Van Dyke Show converged on the Egyptian Theater in Hollywood for a 50th anniversary celebration under the auspices of the American Cinematheque. The evening took its cue from the fine new book about that show by my buddy Vince Waldron and Vince was present to sign copies of said book and to emcee most of the proceedings. A lot of that amounted to introducing about a third of the audience because the place was packed with folks who'd worked on that great sitcom or were related to people who had.

They ran three episodes and a smidgen from a fourth. Carl Reiner selected them and the choices were interesting. I'd guess that if you asked most fans of the show to pick three episodes they'd have picked "It May Look Like a Walnut" (the one were Rob woke up in a horror movie with walnuts everywhere but no thumbs), "That's My Boy" (the one where Rob became convinced he and Laura had brought the wrong baby home from the hospital) and "Coast-to-Coast Big Mouth" (the one where Laura went on a TV game show and blurted out that Alan Brady was bald).

Well, they ran "Coast-to-Coast Big Mouth" but the other two were "The Lives and Loves of Joe Coogan" (the one where Laura discovered her old boy friend had become a priest) and "Very New Shoes, Very Old Rice" (the one where Rob and Laura had to go get married again). Interesting picks…but not unwelcome because they reminded you how funny the show could be no matter what the plot was that week. They also ran a brief excerpt from "October Eve" (the one where a nude painting of Laura turned up in a local art gallery). The audience laughed heartily throughout all the episodes and cheered the appearance of anyone they knew was in the room.

Among those present: Carl Reiner and Dick Van Dyke were up on stage after and Carl gave a nice talk before. In the audience were regulars Rose Marie and Larry Matthews, as well as several guest actors including Sue Ane Langdon, Doris Singleton, Jack Larson (not the one who played Jimmy Olsen; the other Jack Larson), Michael Forest and Dick Curtis. Forest was the gent who played Joe Coogan and Curtis was the game show host who tricked Laura into disclosing the dark, hairless secret of Alan Brady's toupée.

Also present was Garry Marshall, a prolific writer for the show (and occasional actor) who went on to become one of TV's most successful producers and top film director. He hosted a disorganized Q-and-A after the screenings. It actually started well with Dick and his vocal group, The Vantastix, performing the show's theme song. Then the Q-and-A went…well, this is hard to criticize because it was very funny and I suspect most of the audience had a very good time. But you know, sometimes it's also fun to watch things go wrong.

As I've said here before, I don't usually like it at a public event when they throw the floor open to questions from the audience. Too often, it means that control of the discussion passes from a skilled interview to random strangers in the audience who rarely ask good questions and often ask the self-serving kind. Last night, we didn't have that jarring changeover because Garry Marshall's many skills do not include being a skilled interviewer. I'm sure he'd be the first one to admit it. He didn't even have any questions for Dick or Carl and he wasn't able to extract too many good ones from the house. I don't recall a single thing worth quoting here.

The Egyptian Theater is a beautiful structure with comfy seats. Great place to see a movie. Lousy place to see a panel. The front rows have a negative rake, meaning that each row is a bit lower than the row in front of it. When you're looking up at the movie screen, it's fine. When you're looking at a bunch of old guys sitting on chairs in front of that screen with a video crew between them and you, you can't see them. Carolyn and I were in Row 7, which had been taped off for V.I.P. seating. I'm 6'3" and unless I sat up ultra-straight on the edge of my seat, I couldn't see more than the top of Carl Reiner's head. What was worse was that they couldn't see us. I spoke briefly to Garry Marshall after and he said that he couldn't see half the audience because they were in pitch-black and couldn't see the other half because the video crew's lights were in his face when he turned that way. There were no microphones for the audience so it was hard to hear them, too.

I don't think Garry Marshall should have been hosting it anyway; not with the world's foremost authority on the show (and a darned good interviewer) Vince Waldron right there. But Marshall didn't even have a chance because he couldn't see the audience to select questioners, Dick and Carl couldn't hear what was asked…and what was asked was generally not that interesting. It was funny because those three men are funny…but come on, American Cinematheque. This is how every one of your programs at the Egyptian seems to go and it's unworthy of an organization that is celebrating creative people and their work. You need some sort of a platform up there to elevate the guests, and someone has to figure out how to light them and the house. Microphones that work all the time would be a nice addition, too.

I feel Grinchlike to be complaining when so many people went home, I'm sure, raving about the wonderful time they had. But when you have Carl Reiner and Dick Van Dyke appearing in front of an auditorium full of lovers of The Dick Van Dyke Show, you can screw up a lot and the audience will still be happy. That doesn't mean you should screw up a lot.

That said, I enjoyed myself tremendously. So take the above for whatever it's worth.

Today's Video Link

We interrupt this weblog for this meaningless late breaking news. Thanks to Michele Hart for the alert…

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The Waiting Game

We are still waiting for the release of Richard Nixon's 1975 Grand Jury testimony. We don't expect to see him confessing to any crimes in it but he talked for eleven hours about Watergate with a lot of time reportedly spent on the infamous 18.5 minute gap on a key tape…the gap analysts said was a deliberate erasure. There's gotta be something interesting in those eleven hours.

We are also still waiting for the Souplantation (and Sweet Tomatoes) chain to bring back my favorite soup, their Classic Creamy Tomato…but it won't be this month. Traditionally, they feature it in the month of March and then it makes a one-week return in October, which is usually Request Month. Only this October isn't Request Month. It's Potato Month. The Souplantation folks have moved Request Month to February.

Will my fave soup turn up in February? Would they feature it for one week in February if it's going to be available for the entire month of March? Or are they going to really break with tradition and not feature it next March?

I called contacts over at Souplantation HQ and they weren't able to tell me anything. In fact, as of last Wednesday, they wouldn't even tell me that this was going to be Potato Month and that there'd be no Classic Creamy Tomato Soup. I had to find out from other, outside sources.

This is very annoying. Nixon managed to keep his Grand Jury Testimony secret for 36 years. I hope the Souplantation isn't going to stonewall the same way…especially because good tomato soup is so important.

The Politics of Fat

I'm not sure if in this article Michael Kinsley is really saying that Chris Christie is too fat to be president…or if Kinsley thinks that enough people will think that to doom any candidacy. Either way, I don't think it'll matter much. Yeah, we don't elect fat people to high office in this country…except that we do. Christie is governor of New Jersey, remember? And there are plenty of senators and congressfolks and other governors. Why should it matter for the highest office if it doesn't matter for those jobs?

And I keep hearing folks on my teevee say this nation hasn't elected an overweight president since Taft. Well, how many have run? It wasn't that long ago, you could have argued against Obama by pointing out we'd never elected a black guy. And what if you substituted "female" for "fat" in the sentence, "This country doesn't put [fat] people in the Oval Office"? We haven't elected a woman president but no one would suggest that we'll never do that.

If Christie runs, will his weight be an issue? Sure. These days, everything about the guy you want to see lose is an issue. There are folks who condemn Obama because he smokes, relies more on a TelePrompter than some other presidents, has a wife who likes ribs. I remember some guy on the old CNN Crossfire program who tried to argue that Al Gore was unfit for the presidency because "you can tell a lot about a man by the kinds of ties he picks out."

Gore's ties didn't cost him any votes. They were just an insult that one detractor hurled at him because he didn't know what else to say against him. It might even help Christie as a presidential candidate if all his opponents could find to criticize about him was his weight. No one will vote against him because of that.

Why they might is that he isn't the ideolgically pure, Tea Party perfect candidate that the movers 'n' shakers of the Republican party seem to want. He isn't a spotless enemy of immigration or gun control, for example. I'm going to guess that as we get closer to the day when they have to pick someone, a lot of Republicans are going to decide that they want to oust Obama more than they want to install a guy who'll dismantle government, deport all Hispanics and do away with the Capital Gains tax. But I don't think they're prepared to compromise on their perfect candidate…yet. Right now, I think the attitude will be that if they want to settle for a flawed candidate, they have plenty of them who have momentum, existing campaign organizations and in some cases, financial war chests. And none of them are fat.

Today's Video Link

Here's a clip of Woody Allen from back in the days when he did stand-up. This was taped in the U.K. for some sort of show there in, they say, 1965. It runs a little over ten minutes with one or two jump-cut edits and if you don't have time for the whole thing, know that he does a version of the Moose story starting just before the seven-minute mark…