Showing posts with label addiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label addiction. Show all posts

12.24.2007

What? You Thought Casinos Were Good?

I read this article on SFGate, Tough Odds for Gambling Addicts knowing that I wasn't really going to learn too much that was new.

Casinos exist because they make money, lots of it, off of chumps and addicts. They are not in existence to lose money and make everyone a winner. Casinos are designed, lighted and created for the sole purpose of extracting as much of your money as possible before you break free and get away.

One bit of info in the article was new and kind of a shocker.
At the root of that growth is Indian gaming, which has exploded in California from a limited-game $1.4 billion business in 2000 to a $7.7 billion behemoth today that draws more than 10 million gamblers a year - and has eclipsed Las Vegas' $6.5 billion annual take to become the premier gambling region of America.
California now does more gambling business than Las Vegas (at least above the board legal gambling) and that's both eye-opening and really depressing.

I understand why gambling is addictive, its the lure of easy money, its the natural human tendency to pave over bad experiences and remember the good ones (i.e. you forget losing money and only remember winning even if you lost ten times what you won), its flashing lights and bells and whistles and mayhem. The instant you set foot in a casino, you are on their turf and they control literally everything in order to coerce you to lose your money faster.

I gamble when I go to casinos, not too much but some. And I almost invariably lose whatever money I take. The trick is to not take very much money or just avoid the casinos altogether.

6.26.2007

I Have an Addiction to Cables

In the process of cleaning up and out my office (and having had to pull down a box in the garage to get my powerbook travel case), I have come to realize that I have a problem with cables. I cannot seem to bring myself to throw them out. Ever.

I have USB cables, ethernet cables, firewire cables (with little ends and big ends) telephone cables, power cables to long lost widgets and appliances, totally random and obtuse cables with odd connectors on each end and many, many more.

I have a box in the garage that is almost dedicated to cables and my briefcase in the office has been converted into a mobile cable storage unit.

But the first step in addressing the problem is recognizing the problem. And I recognize that I have a cable addiction. Today is the first day on my road to recovery and a less cable-cluttered existence.