Friday, October 22, 2004

A thousand monkey's typing on a thousand typewriters......

Congrats to Dr.Pauly on hitting the million word mark. Seems like a crazy, unreachable number to me. But then again, I'm a low grade hacker typing out a (semi)daily journal for shits and grins.

And if I'm a low grade hacker, I have no idea how to describe my poker game. 105 I think. Out of 132. I did outlast the BoyGenius. We pretty much thought we had a lock on the bottom two bloggers spots and sure enough, there we were. I think Halverson was down there with us.

I was worried right off the bat when I found Iggy's friend FastEddie sitting two to my left. A certified WCOOP winner and self declared (and Iggy approved) maniac at the table. Good lord. Luckily, I didn't get into any scrap with him.

Early on I was severely crippled when my KK lost to TT when a ten hit the flop. I battled around for awhile trying to chip back up. I went all-in twice pre-flop with the hammer. I figured I was going to either pick up the blinds or have a good story for why I went out.

Eventually I was short stacked enough that the blinds were becoming a problem. I push with 22 and lost the coin flip to a big stack AQ. Out early.

I watched as long as I could before my mind and body completely shut down. Congrats to MtDewVirus and ToddCommish (2nd place) for keeping the poker championship in the blogger family.

I did get to play with a couple of regular commentors on this here piece o' junk. Drizztdj is the only one I can remember with my notes sitting at home. I know there were a couple more and I'll will "shout out to my peeps" later. Man I'm a geek.


From DJ Scuba Steve.

Yankees Sold! Steinbrenner Sells Entire Team
Oct 21, 3:09 PM (ET)

NEW YORK (AP) - The sun still came up Thursday, the subways were still running, the opening bell still rang on Wall Street, but there was something different about this October morning.

The Yankees have been sold. Not long after their monumental collapse to the Boston Red Sox did Yankee owner George Steinbrenner announce he sold the team. "Yes, it's true", said Steinbrenner. "The Yankees no longer belong in New York. The entire team has been sold and exiled to Philadelphia where they belong. At least the fans there are used to failure."

"No George, please don't do that to us", hollered Yankee captain Derek Jeter. "Anywhere but Philadelphia!", A-Rod chimed in. "I don't care, I'll play in Oshkosh, Wisconsin if I have to, but please not Philly!", cried Sheffield.

Many of the Yankees are graduates of the Heimlich School of Maneuvering, so adapting to life in the City of Brotherly Love should come easy.

Details of the agreement are sketchy, but sources close to the Steinbrenner camp have indicated the sale consisted of not much more than 2 Philly cheese steaks - one with peppers and onions, the other to be named later.

The Philadelphia Yankees... That has a special kind of ring, doesn't it? Much like a cracked Liberty Bell...






BoyGenius wrote about the Esquire Hottest Woman Alive and I just have some comments to add.

1) Angelina Jolie
2) Halle Berry
3) Britney Spears
4) Jessica Simpson
5) Beyonce
6) Charlize Theron
7) Jennifer Aniston

Some names definitely missing from the list.

Eliza Dushku - she 'slays' me.
Gabrielle Union - I agree with BG on this one. Off with Halle Berry, on with Gabrielle
Jessica Alba - sweet as Honey
Janet Reno - just checking to see if you're still with me.


Did I mention they were 3 outs from a sweep with the greatest closer in post season history on the mound?


Tired of all those Viagra commercials and spam emails getting around your filters? Here's somebody who's trying to do something about it.

OKAY, OKAY, I'LL BUY THE VIAGRA!Sweet Lord. How many e-mails do the Viagra people have to send me? "73% off VIAGRA!" they scream at me. "We've slashed prices because of the competition!!", which is exactly the kind of thing you want to hear coming from your pharmacist. "dan Theresa amanda Butthead nothing abgrossm steph quebec Doobie!" the e-mails triumphantly conclude, bypassing my spam filter. "sparky jesus1 groin infection!"

One full week until St. Martin.

The last two times I went on vacation with Lewey, the following incidents occurred.

- bats. There were bats IN our house in St. Lucia.
- 12 hours after arriving in St. Lucia, we (me and Lewey) polished off a bottle of Soco and wine.
- Lewey drank the wine.
- ThirdFourth world hospital complete with cashier sleeping under the desk and voodoo priestess praying over Hiedi.
- Have you ever SEEN someone puke while scuba diving? After eating some sort of melon/gourd soup? (definitely a story for later)
- M.O.B.I (Multiple Oriface Biological Incident)

Will I survive another trip outside the continental U.S. with the Lewey? We'll find out next week.

Just kidding Lewey :)


Is Carter next on my fantasy football hitlist?


Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Random thoughts 

My utter lack of consist blogging has reduced my "readership" to the secretary at the front desk and Dero who has nothing better to do. Every one else probably just loads my link in bloglines or some such program and waits for another round of muck and junk.

But wait......


The Boy Genius himself popped up in chat and invited me to some nice Omaha Hi/Lo on PokerStars. Nothing major, .25/.50 Limit.

Fold fold fold

Then along comes my first decent hand. We hit the river and I've got the nut low. It's a lock and I'm completely suprised to see the entire pot sleep away from me.

What the.....

I'm going back over everything. I KNOW I had the low. I was stunned. Then I looked at the top of the screen. .25c/.50c Omaha Limit. hhmmm.

I went back and check BG's chat invite. Omaha Hi. hhhmmmmm


How's that for table selection. I'm banging away betting the nut low at your standard, everyday Omaha table.

PokerStars immediately issued a t-shirt to the wifey. One of those shirts that says "I'm with Stupid".

Not long after that, I had a PartyPoker style run down. With AQ in my hand, I flopped a broadway straight only to be run down by runner runner 10's giving the jagoff to my right his boat.

Thank you, come again.

/end My Poker Night


Sure fire indicator that Bush is going to win in November. From CNN.

LONDON, England (Reuters) -- A pro-Kerry letter-writing campaign by Britain's left-leaning Guardian newspaper, targeting undecided U.S. voters, has provoked outrage across the Atlantic.

The paper has encouraged its readers to express their opinions on the November 2 presidential election to voters in the key swing state of Ohio -- to the fury of Clark County, about 45 miles west of Columbus, the state capital.
The best line comes at the end, and I wondered if our favorite texan got a quote on CNN.

"Real Americans aren't interested in your pansy-ass, tea-sipping opinions. If you want to save the world, begin with you own worthless corner of it," wrote one from Texas.
Here's a link to the actual online article at the Guardian.

In a bid to give the rest of the world a say in the US election, the Guardian is urging non-Americans to write to voters in Clark County, Ohio, one of the most marginal areas in a key swing state. To receive the name and address of a Clark County voter, visit www.guardian.co.uk/clarkcounty. By last night, more than 14,000 people had requested the name of a voter.
Feel free to stop on by their site and let them know your feelings. They have shut down the site giving out the addresses of registered voters.


9 days. The countdown is in single digits. Oh please god let me make it.


A Prayer for Iggy 

How about some sacrilege?

In honor of Iggy quiting his job, I offer up this prayer.

Blogfather, who art in card rooms, hallowed be thy game.
Thy Rockets come, thy draws be won,
Online as well as in Vegas.
Give us this day, our daily post.
And forgive us our Hammers, as we forgive those who drop The Hammer against us.
And lead us not into
Temptation, but deliver us from Evil.
For thine is the Bellagio,
and the Horseshoe,
and the World Series of Poker forever and ever.



Tuesday, October 19, 2004

11 days and counting... 

First up, here's a great commercial from Germany. Turn up your sound.


This past weekend was complete hell. It was supposed to be nice and relaxing. Nothing major planned except for hitting the bar on Sunday for the full slate of football games.

Instead, I was paged by work at 3am Saturday morning. Non-stop working on a horrible crushed system for the next 25 straight hours.

My diet during this time consisted of 2 two-liter bottles of Brisk, an entire package of Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies, a cold Wendy's double hamburger (it arrived during a two hour conference call), a pack and a half of Marlboro.

By 4am Sunday, I was completely looped out of my mind and unable to form valid sentences. On top of everything else, I missed a nice juicy Lewey home game.

They paged me back AGAIN Sunday morning for some followup. I made the command decision at that point to finish up and get completely obliterated during the football games.

Mission accomplished on both.

Yesterday was just a wash. No time or inclination to even thing about writing.


I've noticed some major goings-on in our little blogging community.

First off, a big congrats to HDub on his one year blogging anniversary. Every post is a stellar example of what this medium has to offer. Again, congrats!

Felicia has moved over to blogspot. Here's her new link. Everyone will tell her about this about blogger. BACKUP BACKUP BACKUP. Blogger has eaten more of my posts then I care to remember. She's been writing some posts about her experiences with the WPPA and the tourney at the Orleans. Don't miss it.

Chris Halverson has his year-end poker review. Great job and keep it up.

How can I not go down to FatGuy territory right now when I read this post.

But most likely, I'll be replaying it over and over and over in the Bijou of my mind. Because, my friends, it was a night of Hollywood stars, Shiners, dancing girls, cards, entourages, and asinine play from Your Host.

Last but not least, the blogfather has quit his job. It's just a matter of time before we see the great and powerful Iggy mentioned amongst the greats. And I know how much he loves hearing that.

And now I find out the masterful, introspective, snow bunny chasing Poker Penguin has returned! Welcome back.


Have you signed up for the blogger tourney?

Use this link to sign up. Go to Iggy's site for the password.

Come on wuss, if you can't beat me, ya need to go back to tiddly winks.


A new game to waste your day away at work. Here's my top score.


Enough for now. Planning and playing. Continued planning for my vacation and playing to prepar for the blogger tourney. I have to make a decent showing at this one of Iggy is going to revoke my poker blogger union card.