Every week I buy three Powerball Lottery tickets, the numbers based on the Shomes' birthdays. I regularly miss ALL the numbers and never match even one, much less the Powerball number. But. . .I'm sort of stuck doing it as I figure the one time I don't play these numbers they'll come up and some less-deserving soul will get my money.
My father would say about his weekly purchase of a lottery ticket, "For a buck you can dream," and I understand what he meant. As I await tonight's drawing I'm in that quantum state of being both a winner and a loser.
Part of me figures that if I win, Shermlock Jr. and I will turn into something of the characters played by Peter Sellers and Ringo Star in The Magic Christian:
I've always liked Thunderclap Newman's "Something In The Air!" and somehow I find this clip resonates with the current "Bail Us Out!" movement.
Another gem from this film (Extra credit if you immediately identify the person singing to Roman Polanski):
And one of the better interpretations of Hamlet:
Here Comes Success
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Fatha!
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