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This is a sampling of the sorts of things that have happened on June 15th draws.  It's only a small sampling, but the rest is equally strange.

 

Ontario 49	15-Jun-02	4	12	16	19	44	46	7
At Can 6/49	15-Jun-02	20	29	38	39	42	46	23
BC/49	15-Jun-02	3	7	14	36	38	46	48
In Lotto	15-Jun-02	3	9	16	24	34	42
Or Mega	15-Jun-02	3	14	18	40	43	46
U K 6/49	15-Jun-02	3	13	14	23	30	36	32
Wi Megabucks	15-Jun-02	3	9	14	16	23	33
Wi Super	15-Jun-01	3	4	6	12	18	28
D.C. Q	15-Jun-00	6	7	9	10	23	30
WV Cash 25	15-Jun-00	1	7	9	10	11	19
Wi Super	15-Jun-00	6	8	9	13	17	23
In Lotto	15-Jun-02	3	9	16	24	34	42
LA Lotto	15-Jun-02	7	9	17	20	26	36
Maryland	15-Jun-02	2	7	9	10	14	32
D.C. Q C	15-Jun-01	7	13	18	19	22	32
W V Cash 25	15-Jun-01	12	13	14	19	22	23
Super Cash	15-Jun-02	4	13	18	25	27	36
MM	6/15/2004	18	23	27	29	44	24
PB	6/15/2002	7	8	16	42	43	15
MM	6/15/2001	1	6	23	30	39	20
MM	6/15/1999	1	6	19	27	42	25

Lock up the kids, the women and the booze.

Jack

 

Respectable numbers, numbers who fasten their seat belts and don't speed ought to show 3 times on this chart.  48 and 49 didn't show at all because they were competing in a heavy-breathing contest in a motel room out near the Interstate.  (48 did show up a bit late for the party, trying to look innocent:  Wisconsin Megabucks Sat, Jun 14, 2003   02-24-29-32-40-48).  49 went home to explain to an angry wife why he had to work so late.

You can use your premium membership and chase this back as far at the histories will take you and see the pattern holds.  Yeah, 50 hit again Illinois Lotto Wed, Jun 14, 2000   16-34-35-43-46-50... otherwise things don't change much year after year on June 14.

34 dances again and again with 42 while 43 seeths in the background, wishing she had the brass to scratch the eyes out of that hussy, and 6 hangs out in the parking lot with 22 and 23 doing we-don't-know-what.

 

PB	6/14/00	21	23	32	34	42	5
PB	6/14/03	12	26	40	42	50	3
MM	6/14/02	4	8	32	37	43	2
NJ Pick 6	6/14/04	4	11	24	34	42	45
OR MB	6/14/04	7	9	14	16	24	41
D.C. Q C	6/14/04	1	15	20	27	34	36
WV Cash 25	6/14/04	6	10	19	23	24	25
WI S C	6/14/04	5	23	25	28	31	36
Can Lotto 6/49	6/14/03	7	8	21	22	27	29	47
BC BC/49	6/14/03	5	6	20	32	34	36	42
CO Lotto	6/14/03	15	16	22	28	31	34
Fl Lotto	6/14/03	6	18	19	21	25	40
Il Lotto	6/14/03	16	24	32	35	40	42
IN Lotto	6/14/03	10	16	18	8	36	47
LA Lotto	6/14/03	15	21	25	26	29	38
MlLotto	6/14/03	6	10	21	24	41	44
Mass Megab	6/14/03	3	7	11	12	35	42
MO Lotto	6/14/03	2	3	11	33	38	44
LOTTO South	6/14/03	1	15	22	28	29	34
Tri-St MB	6/14/03	6	12	17	22	28	39
NY Lotto	6/14/03	11	15	16	29	37	55	51
OHSLotto	6/14/03	10	17	27	31	34	44	25
Lottario	6/14/03	14	23	28	30	31	32	43
Ont49	6/14/03	1	5	14	19	31	38	37
OR MB	6/14/03	10	16	36	38	42	46
Quebec 49	6/14/03	11	17	19	26	27	46	44
UK 6/49	6/14/03	3	12	29	37	43	46	11
Tri-State MB	6/14/03	6	12	17	22	28	39	5
TX Lotto	6/14/03	4	6	14	25	26	7

Jack

 

 

Most of you probably noticed this long ago, but I'll post it anyway.

 

The MM draws followed by PB draws the next night seem to share a lot of numbers... Most obvious is the frequent repeats of one or more numbers from one to the other, often as red balls.  But, if you look at it a bit more closely you'll see there's a good deal more to it than that.

 

PB	3	10	14	24	46	37	37RB
MM	13	29	31	37	50	34
PB	10	36	40	42	43	42
MM	7	14	28	46	47	25	7
PB	7	16	38	44	48	18
MM	4	6	14	28	47	42	42RB
PB	5	24	39	42	50	12	5
MM	5	13	22	37	38	11	5
PB	5	7	24	28	39	36	5,7,24
MM	7	17	22	34	50	24
PB	27	29	31	42	46	33
MM	9	28	39	40	44	24
PB	2	5	7	10	30	23
MM	3	6	27	40	44	9
PB	7	13	17	20	35	35	7,17
MM	7	9	10	29	44	17	29
PB	21	29	38	49	52	42	21
MM	21	23	27	33	39	8
PB	5	25	46	48	49	6
MM	10	21	27	33	40	2	21RB
PB	21	23	39	44	47	19	19RB
MM	7	12	25	50	51	19
PB	10	21	27	33	40	2

Interestingly, Texas Lotto appears to be in this same mix, though I haven't included it.

I doubt this will help you win, but it should give you an excuse to scratch that itching scalp that's been begging you for a fingernail.

Jack

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If Russian paratroopers have taken the municipal sewer plant, if you've contracted Mad Cow Disease, if the four horsemen of the apocolypse are trotting down Main Street, play these.  Otherwise, don't.

 

4	5	8	10	14
26	34	37	39	40
42	43	44	50	52

 

Jack

 

 

 

aye' made a comment on this blog a couple of entries ago that I've been thinking about some.  Comment was an observation obliquely involving focus. 

Brought to mind something I saw a few years ago over an extended period, sort of fits.

The hottest blackjack dealer I've ever seen was a young man who looked straight ahead, watched the whole table out of the corners of his eyes, peripheral.  He didn't want to be hot.  It killed his tips when he emptied the table and filled the tray with player chips.  Almost every new dealer is hot for a few months, but this kid delt for two years, remained hot as a two-dollar pistol.

Well, I got to be on pretty good terms with him.... he was a Laguna, and I had some interests on tribal lands 'way off south on the Rez, so we made a trip or two together, but talking about his 'hot' problem.  He didn't know what to make of it.

There are some not-too-generally-known 'psi' practices that also involve doing just about what he was doing to make things happen.... looking at things out of the 'corner-of-your-eye-of-the-mind'.

I'd wondered if maybe that wasn't what he was doing without knowing it.

So I suggested that he try just allowing his eyes to wander over the table and cut out that staring straight ahead thing he did.

It brought immediate improvement.... he started losing about the right amount, same as other dealers.

Then he did something stupid coincidental with his having to pee into a bottle a few days later on a random test and lost his job.

Nice kid, though.

Jack

(going back to using the pic off my site.... that one on this site is too doggoned big)

 

 

Visited the LP chatroom tonight .... makes three times now over several months.  I'm missing something about all that, but keep thinking I can figure it out if I let enough time lapse before I try it again. 

No luck tonight, however.

Lessee.... lots of numbers discussed.... then something sort of exciting.... I came back into the living room where the comp was sitting mesmerized by all the number talk.... saw the screen was screwed up....had two bars ......

Hey!  Wow!  I had a private message, turned out.  Whoopee.

Must have been a mistake, though.  Somebody wanted to know what numbers I was predicting for PA.

Things must be pretty bad in PA if they're asking me for numbers.  Glad I don't play there.

Trying to figure out how to use pics stored on the LP member homepage instead of using a dummy page on my website to store avatars and whatnot....  gonna take some figuring, thinks I.

That's life in the fast lane.

Jack

 

 

On the magnetic date/numbers thread I mentioned that business about 10s hitting an awfully lot on the 9th, 10th and 11th of the month draws.  It used to be a rule I followed consistently....always included a 10 in the mix on those days...  Last night I didn't because I was too smart... 10, says I to my brilliant self, doesn't show up in most of the smart-alec methods I've abandoned for the moment because they didn't work consistently, but still run things through when I'm making my picks.

I'm an economizer at the moment, thinks I.  I'm not gonna be no fool, looking at those methods that used to work pretty well for me for quite a while..... 10 as a 'dater', 10 possible as a repeater from the last draw.... Not me.  My mama didn't raise no fool.

There you are.

I generally mislike autoshufflers, usually won't play tables (blackjack) that have them.  But a few days ago I sort of got herded into playing on a $2 minimum/$100 max table with an autoshuffler.  A series of coincidences and watching the way the cards were running out of that machine got me doing some things I wouldn't normally do, including playing two hands and using some betting strategies that run contrary to the usual wisdoms. 

I watched, tried things, shifted things around, refined, until after about six hours of play I found myself winning so consistently and so much money the other players were making funny remarks about it.  So I moved to another table with an auto shuffler and tried it there..... I was in that casino from early afternoon until 5am the next morning.  Went home jittery with coffee, lack of sleep, and wobbly from being too old to live this way, but quite a bit better off than when I went in.

Started a thread about that on the Gaming Forum.

Whew!  Last night one of the cats, Shiva, slipped past me and zipped out when I got all the others in...... I went out and called her several times, at which time Niaiad (or however it is you spell water-nymph----I never can remember), the black cat with aspirations for killing an eagle, plunged through the door.

I went out several times calling for them every time I awakened.... ms water nymph came in around 2 am, but Shiva never answered my calls and wasn't around this morning at 5 when I went outside..... figured her for being in pieces inside the gut of an owl or coyote.

Then, a few minutes ago she came wandering out of the back of the house wanting out.  Mixed emotions is what I'm plagued by.

Jack

If you find the previous post here absurd, you can take comfort in knowing that your thinking is in concert with the finest scientific minds in my acquaintance.  A while back I told the story of the guy in the restaurant and about Big Loooser to a physicist I have a lot of respect for.  His response was something stronger than a scoff.

"Hell," he sputtered, "Do you honestly believe that if that was happening it would have been discovered by some dipstick in Kalamazoo or somewhere, instead of by a grad student at MIT?  They have the software and the hardware, and they have the intellects.  If something of that sort was possible they'd be getting rich and bragging about it to one another.

"Some yokel isn't going to discover something that passes the notice of the mathmaticians and physicists all over the world."

So, you can be sure you're own reasons for thinking it ain't so are backed up by some other good thinkers.

On the other hand, I sort of like the idea of some yokel in Kalamazoo or somewhere putting one over on the physicists and mathmaticians.  I also take some comfort in knowing it wasn't long ago when Quantum was a word that had no meaning among those people.  Still doesn't for a lot of them.

Jack 

Not many months ago I had about as much interest in the lottery and the numbers as I had about the mating habits of, say, dung beetles (tumble-bugs).  I'd occasionally play a number that came to me, or play a QP when I'd be in a convenience store and see someone buying a ticket to remind me the lotteries exist.

Then I ran into the guy I began the "A strange Experience" thread telling the story about a couple of months ago.

The guy, to make a long story short, was a chance encounter over a cup of coffee, began telling me he moved around all over playing various lotteries, making a living at it.  Naturally, I didn't believe him.  But I passed a while listening across a table, him meandering on about how the numbers behaved, writing and making diagrams on napkins.  He made it clear what he was telling me was just a tiny piece of the methods he used, a short-course.  He said he spent several days working up his numbers for each draw.

When we parted he left me with that wad of napkins, which I intended to pursue out of curiosity, just to satisfy myself the guy was BSing me.  Eventually, I did and demonstrated to my own satisfaction that, at least, part of what he told me was true.  The numbers did seem to follow the patterns he said they did, that part of the 'rules' he'd explained appeared to work.

I started buying five tickets per draw with the power play option, breaking even over several months using his rudimentary methods.  But that got me interested enough to try to figure out what his other 'rules', the ones he told me he had, but didn't explain, might be.

That brought me, eventually, to LP.

Then, about the time I began trying to really get down to brass tacks understanding the numbers, I quit winning.  Partly, it was because the 'rules' he'd told me about appeared to cease to be rules for a while.  Partly, it was because, when they did begin to behave in those ways again, I'd lost faith in them and had become certain there were better ways to nail them down on all the corners.  Back testing those methods they generally looked good, but when it came to the coming draws they crashed and burned.

In fact, the kiss of death for a particular set frequently coincided with having posted that set on LP.  Caused me to wonder aloud on the forums whether these numbers weren't behaving somehow like subatomic particals when they get caught in the act of doing something they weren't  supposed to... in this case, behaving in non-random patterns.  Which is to say, when they find themselves the focus of human attention, they hop back into the behavior humans have assigned as correct for them.

I'm still not convinced that isn't happening, though I'm willing to believe it isn't.

Meanwhile, this guy, Big Loooser popped up on LP and appeared to confirm what the guy had told me about over coffee.... that the numbers behave in understandable ways.  I still believe they do.

Anyway, lately I've observed those lotteries, MM and PB, seem to be doing the things the guy the guy in the restaurant told me about, doing them on a fairly consistent basis.  I'm backing off all my fancy methods I've been working at and feeling fairly smug and smart-alec about, going back to the first day after I unwadded those napkins and looked up number histories. The day I discovered what he'd said happens sometimes does.  Frequently does.

I still believe the numbers can be understood, but it's clear to me I sure as hell don't understand them with my current methodologies.

Here are some numbers, using his methods, that ought to stand a fair shot for MM tonight:

5	10	24	27	32	36
39	40	42	43	44	49

Redball, Megaball, Bonus ball, whatever:  7 or 35

Maybe they'll work for someone if the numbers don't catch you looking at them. (I'm smiling as I write that).

Jack

 

 

 

 

 

Splosh splosh.

I wash my clothes in the bathtub here.  Got a pretty fair system worked out that I've been using since the cabin days and Y2K.  I run water into the tub, soap, and use a commode plunger dedicated exclusively for the washing of clothes to agitate them until I'm tired of doing it.  Then I put them into a couple of five gallon buckets with holes in them and let them drain off most of their water while I haul buckets of soapy water out to the front flower bed so the water isn't completely wasted.

Then I pour them back into the tub and run a rinse, repeating the process.

Worked pretty well, until tonight.

I first sensed there was a problem when a cat came from the the back taking a step, shaking a paw, taking another step, shaking another paw, licking the tops of feet, making faces, shaking the paws some more.

Then I remembered I'd started running rinse water into the tub of clothes an hour or so ago..... jumped into the kitchen and fell spang on my arse as I tried to mount the two steps leading to the back of the house....kersplash my trowsers hit half an inch of water and I skid feet-first up against the steps.

Hmmmm.

I ease back there barefoot, wincing as I splash through the water submerging the makeshift electrical cord I run into the bathroom to get lights there because the 75 year old wiring inside the adobe walls shorts out on the ceiling wires.....  but I don't get the satisfaction of electrocuting my carcass and having the neighbors discover my body when the water gets out to the street along about July 20.

Yep.  Those clothes are good and rinsed.

Water running under all the bookcases, melting the adobe interior walls that were already crumbling.

I'm wondering do I need to give all those trowsers, shirts, shorts and socks another rinse.

Meanwhile, got Mexican rugs, saddle blankets, old torn but still good enough to wear to work outdoors shirts soaking the water off the concrete floor, but I'm thinking most will soak through the cracks if I give it a while.

Come morning I'll hang out all those rugs and saddle blankets and give it another shot at a rinse.

Jack

 

 

There's been a lot of discussion on the threads about the statements people who think they know, (politicians, academians, religious zealots, know-it-alls, doogooders and others with the wisdom to know what's best for people who aren't fortunate enough to be them) that most of the people who play the lotteries are poor and under educated.

 

The Poor:

I'd be the first to agree that people who are one or another level of 'poor' play the lotteries.  Most of us are poorer than we'd like to be.... that's why folks such as Hollywood Henderson and Jack Whittaker bought tickets.

But how poor can a person be and still buy lottery tickets?

The poorest people I know are living on the streets panhandling.  They have their values straight, as a rule.  Priority one, when some money falls into their lives:  A bottle of something, a fix of something.

Priority number sixteen, or thereabouts:  Something to eat.

Priority number twenty-seven:  A lottery ticket.

Those folks aren't buying a lot of tickets.

The somewhat higher level of poor people do buy some tickets, I've observed standing in line behind them at the convenience store.  They drive up in automobiles, buy a case of beer for the evening, some chips, and probably go home to watch the results on television.  They mightn't have a nice home.... maybe a trashed out mobile home in some park full of human lessons to be learned, anger and loud music, but they aren't actually poor.

In fact, by any standard besides the one we judge such things by today for social reasons, these 'poor' people are generally enjoying a level of wealth seldom experienced in human history.  There's food available to them through food banks all over this nation to keep them from starving.  They have shelter from the weather and warmth in the winter.  They can purchase clothing at any garage sale for a quarter.  They drive automobiles or use public transportation unless they choose to walk.

In a world where the history of human living conditions have predominantly involved worrying about where the next meal is (or isn't) coming from, where death by exposure to the elements has almost always been a reality, the US doesn't have more than a smattering of poor people by standard that existed a century ago. 

Those poor people referred to by the politicians and statisticians are adults, making choices about what risks they wish to indulge with the money they have in hopes of improving their lot.  They're submerged in wealth.  If you don't believe it, imagine those pictures you probably see on television of villages somewhere with kids lying around with pot-bellies, flies walking all over their faces, them without the energy to lift a hand to brush them off, one step away from exiting the vehicle because there's nothing to eat and there's not going to be.  That's poor.

The Under-Educated:

I happen to have a pretty fair formal education, though I'm 'under-educated', as is everyone I've ever met.  Which boils down to all lottery players being under-educated, and that being a shared trait with all those who don't play.  Until someone invents an educational level that includes being 'over-educated', and 'just-the-right-educated', none of the above tells us much about who plays the lottery.

But it does tell us a lot about manipulative rhetoric, politics by guilt, religious posturing, hypocracy, and a willingness (or unwillingness) to allow adults who might be just as smart and savvy as we are to make their own choices about how they want to spend their money.  About what risks they're willing to take in life.  That comes under the heading of something called, "freedom".  Not a lot of it floating around these days.

Jack

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Out in the currently vacant chicken house I found a rattlesnake skin the other day.  It was in one of the layer boxes, so I don't know how long it was there before I noticed it.  But it caused me to do some thinking about old brother rattler and what manner of nuisance he's likely to make of himself if he's still around.

I'm a man who holds rattlers in fairly high regard, but with a lot of respect for their clumsy bad manners when it comes to getting underfoot.  I usually try to keep enough of an eye on the places they like to show up unexpectedly to avoid offending them, and when I can corner them I'll carry them off into some likely spot well away from humans.  Mostly they're just minding their own business, trying to make a living the same as everyone else and don't have the good sense to keep themselves out of harm's way when humans are around.

This one looked a lot bigger last year (I'm assuming it's the same one) when I lifted up a piece of plywood in a pile of debris in the corner of the lot and let out an involuntary yelp as I jumped backward in time to avoid his strike.  That skin shows him to be about two feet long, but I'd have called him an easy four from my brief look at him.

Rattlers are few at this altitude, and the one who slithered off into the cane leaving me to to decide whether to just breathe a while and let my pulse slow down, or take another tug at that plywood is almost certainly the previous owner of that skin in the chicken house.

Rattlers are lucky where it comes to changing their skins.  Happens year after year, but generally they don't change much.  People aren't so lucky in that regard.  We change our skins a lot of times in this life, and in a sense we leave the old ones lying around to be examined by everyone with an interest in who we are, making assumptions based on the old skin.

The other night I was down at the Range Cafe in Bernallilo .... met a bunch of old guys my age down there... retirees from the Los Alamos labs.... nuclear physicists who've shed their old skins and discovered they've let their lives slither off into the bush without doing a lot of things they wish they'd done.  Now they're all off living other places, but decided to rendezvous down here for a hurrah into the mountains, looking for a lost gold mine.

I have a notion I'd have barely been able to tolerate those men in their younger days.  There's a nuance about value judgements involving working on nuclear weapon development that would have influenced my thinking about them.

But these guys had left all that behind, shed that skin and now just wanting to slither off into the canyons, spend some time chewing the fat over a fire and stomp around looking for a lost mine and taking joy in being around one another again.

Strange place we've chosen to spend a reality, thinks I.

Jack

 

 

 

 

Just a test .... I'm not playing them and I recommend you don't.

12	24	25	33	35	MB	26
39	46	48	49	52	MB	6

 

Jack

When I was a kid during the '50s it used to be common for people to have a burlap bag (toe sack) hanging in the barn where they'd put the leavings from the curry comb every day.  When the bag got full they'd put it under the saddle, toe sack and all, and pack it tight until the burlap wore away, leaving a pretty fine saddle blanket about a half-inch thick with a texture of felt.

For a number of years I've intended to do something similar with cat hair.  During the '80s I used to pick the burrs out of the dead hair when I brushed the cats and stuffed it into a growing mat between the mattress and bedsprings.  Had a pretty good mess of it built up before my marriage broke up in '92, but when I was packing my goods I forgot to retrieve it.

I've begun the project several more times during the years since, but I don't have the stamina and stick-with-itness anymore, I suppose.  Those hairballs get a foot or so in diameter and I lose heart, forget it until the stuff ends up discarded, then begin again when the thought returns as a mild enthusiasm.

I'm reminded of this because such a project would be out of question of late.  Those cats are determined to bring every burr in the village of Placitas into the house and store them up for hard times.

Maybe they know something they can do with them.  Make some sort of basket to lie in and sleep.  I dunno.

Jack

 

 

 

 

 

 

This village, Placitas, is a natural amphitheater.  This quiet spring night it's earning the name fair and square.  Somewhere down below there's a party going on.  Not a good evening to sit on the porch having a quiet smoke, listening to the trains pass through the Rio Grande valley seven miles west and downhill. 

But I don't smoke indoors, so I went out.  (The cats abhor the odor of tobacco smoke... gives them the sneezes.)

I didn't recognize it, at first...... Then I did.  Ten generations of first cousins of Cotton-Eyed Joes have intermarried and produced a musical offspring, hydrocephalic, stalking the village below me.  Puzzling out the identity was touch and go until I heard the calls of "Bullsh*t!"

The breeze picked up a bit, which got the wind chimes dancing, sounding a lot better than that party.  But I expect even though it sounds to be still cranking up, it will break up before the pumpkin hour.  We don't like to get three people together in this town for more than a couple of hours or so without someone getting knifed, which tends to bring an end to the weddings, funerals and graduation parties at a reasonable hour.

Jack