Saturday, June 24, 2006


Pausing for a deep breath, some links instead of actual content.

Jacks R Ok has a great post up where he went to the first post of a couple bloggers and copied them. Some real classics including DoubleAs beauty... "I GOT 5TH PLACE FOR $621! .........I'm still not sure how I'm going to handle this windfall."

10 new links for the right that I just found or I someone missed linking.

Jacks R Ok
Apparently a freak nasty daddy of triplet girls. Poker lover.

It's all a process

66 offsuit
The musings of a tall man with a short stack

On The Felt
Another fine Canadian poker blogger/player

Pair of Kings
Brand new blog from two more Canandians

Poker Cats
Poker from the cats in Atlanta

Poker In Iowa Vegas
Thought I had Jorgen linked years ago. I was wrong.

Inside the Mind of C.L.Russo

Kid Dynamite
Another one I missed linking awhile ago

Floppy JT's Poker Blog


Happy 4th Anniversary to Pauly and Truckin'. Head on over to read, support, and encourage the writers. If for no other reason.... Daddy's got a story.

1. Late Night Donuts by Tenzin McGrupp
"You're ruining my life!" Nicky screamed at the old man in the Lexus who cut her off. "Fucking douche bag!"... More

2. Milk by Mella
It's been years now, since the accident, since the anniversary. But she still carries it. Her little scarlet letter, tucked in her purse; meaningless to everyone but our family. Occasionally, while she listens to her lists or while recording the ingredients for the salad she wants with dinner, people will ask her what she's doing... More

3. Letter Home by Mitchell B. Ivey
I thought I should take the time to finally get in touch with you, and let you know how I have been. The move was rough, going from one place I call home to a new place that is so vastly different... More

4. Roommate by Sigge S. Amdal
I could always hear her late at night, turning in bed or sleeping and sighing dreamfully, when I could not. I just knew she was a virgin... More

5. My First Lynching by Craig Cunningham
I was doing a girl named Sherry when I saw my first lynching. It was 1953 in Morrisville, Mississippi, and I was 26... More

6. Crop Dusting by Daddy
Her name was Lori, and I think she's from Brookville. I do know she ate Mexican food with her cousin before the party, and that ended up being the demise to my New Year's... More

7. Truffles by Joe Speaker
The place looked posh, sconces and scarlet lighting pointing toward a trim, demure blonde awaiting our cover charge. She smiled as she took our money... More


Thursday, June 22, 2006

ssshhh, The Club is in session... 

You'd think we'd be able to hang out the bar, knock back a few shorties, and take care of some business without much hassle. It was a fine evening on suburbia land and the deck was packed to the gills with suits and sundresses and a very large German contingent. The inside bar was practically barren, so we relaxed and took care of our business. The rest of the night was spent bullshitting with Bobby (the bartender, not bracelet) and trying to enjoy our happy buzz.

Then the young'ns got their snoot full of booze. Jesus H Christ on a mother loving pogo stick. They never shut up. Ever. Don't know how they managed to all talk at the same time, at an elevated level, and still be able to provide their lungs with enough oxygen to survive. It was stunning.

That's when BigMike brought up The Diogenes Club.

"...There are many men in London, you know, who, some from shyness, some from misanthropy, have no wish for the company of their fellows. Yet they are not averse to comfortable chairs and the latest periodicals. It is for the convenience of these that the Diogenes Club was started, and it now contains the most unsociable and unclubable men in town. No member is permitted to take the least notice of any other one. Save in the Stranger's Room, no talking is, under any circumstances, allowed, and three offences, if brought to the notice of the committee, render the talker liable to expulsion. My brother was one of the founders, and I have myself found it a very soothing atmosphere."

--Sherlock Holmes's description of The Diogenes Club in "The Adventure of the Greek Interpreter"
Rule number one.

Shut the eff up.

Glad to see a couple people figured it out. I was wondering if I was going to get any 'blank' comments. Nice job.


Jordan popped in comments asking about the date of The Bash. Moron that I am, I've completely forgotten to continue posting reminders.

Here's are some that Scuba Steve created...

Family Guy reminder
Old HillBilly guy
Christmas reminder

So there you have it. Saturday, September 23rd. A ton of your favorite bloggers, and me, the least among us, will be running around like the drunken college students we were two decades ago (obviously there are a bunch much younger than myself. I hope they can keep up). If you have any questions, feel free to drop me an email and I'll give you more specific info.

Have I mentioned yet that Gavin Smith will be at the Bash? Hmmm, must have slipped my mind. I guess I'll have to come back later with those details.



Now I have to go cheer for Togo so these guys don't advance to the knockout stage either.


I went through all that effort to search out fine pictures of the World Cup fans then Fox Sports goes and posts a crap load of them. Some I've already posted and now I can't use any of them. Just wouldn't be original.

But I found some more, my friends. Enjoy.

An English "paint" job

How 'bout them Mexican apples?

In respect to my few Iranian readers, I shan't make a comment about burkas

Did I mention that I'm employed by Germans?


Wednesday, June 21, 2006

After a night spent in the bar... 

Big Mike and I have decided to start a Diogenes Club. Comment if you'd like to join.


Tuesday, June 20, 2006

I'm a wiener... 

"There will be a time when loud-mouthed, incompetent people seem to be getting the best of you. When that happens, you only have to be patient and wait for them to self destruct. It never fails." - Richard Rybolt
Last weeks pseudo rant about the lemurs started off after playing a bar freeroll last Monday and naturally progressed into my beef with bad poker players in general. It's tough to get on the freeroll players but there were some retards that got the ball rolling.

So what did I do last night? I won the damned thing. Does that make me King of the 'Tards?

Why yes, yes it does. And I wear the crown with pride. I won the cash plus 2/3 of the last longer bet between 6 of us which went straight at the bartab. I work, I drink, and sometimes poker helps pay for the boozin'. Go ahead and ask me for tournament details. I dare you.

Beats the hell out of me. I pushed alot when I got short with 2 tables left including KK (my only big pair of the night) and the only action I got was from a shorter stack. At my first table, we had a cornucopia of World Cup nations. Germany, Italy, Ecuador, England, and the good ol' U S of A were represented at a 9 handed table. Mister Italy and Madame Germany were about ready to throw fists before common sense prevailed and someone knocked him out.

I'm starting to dig the new bar now that the staff is used to seeing us. I appreciate having my doubles poured without asking and being noticed when we don't show up. We'll call it the Boathouse East (or South, I'm lousy with those kind of things). It's a micro-brew so I may just have to drag StB down there when he's in town for the Bash.


Speaking of the Bash, we're making final plans for a hotel group rate. More details to come for those who have called and emailed. It's getting close. Time to book those flights.


Hangover kicking in. Must. Stop. Typing.

In honor of the England v Sweden match today, I present two loverlies.

Cheers. Now go read Felicia. And leave a comment for christsake, it gets her all hot and bothered.


Monday, June 19, 2006

Random mishmosh of crapola... 

"Gavin Smith, used to tripling up in the first level of tourneys found himself somewhat shortstacked. He chose to bust out early to begin drinking. He was helped along the way by the fishy play from J.C. Tran. Brought to you by Gavin Smith"

From PokerWire's live update of the WSOPC Lake Tahoe Event
That's my kind of poker player. Maybe some day in the future I'll be able to tip drinks with Gavin again. Maybe a couple of months from now. You just never know...


I played in the PokerStars Blogger tourney last night and all I have to say is this...

What a cluster fuck.

Maybe that's a little rough because I wasn't really into playing yesterday afternoon. I donked off some chips early to someone who didn't realize their flopped bottom two pair was counterfieted on the turn but rode it all the way down. I was put out of my misery pretty early with 88 vs 99 and The Luckbox was busy giving his karma elsewhere. I also didn't have a single person at my table that I knew. I guess that's not completely unexpected in a field with over 2200 bloggers.

I did end up sweating the entire tournament. The chat on Wil's table was borderline retarded and I don't know how he puts up with the crap. Congrats to StudioGlyphic for making the final table and grabbing a $1500 WSoP seat. He was the only one I knew at the final table until TheLiveWire asked for a IM-a-shot to which I naturally obliged. He also won a $1500 WSoP seat.

For the record, before anyone else asks me... No, we will not be at the blogger gathering next month. Just can't make it happen. There will be so many at the event that you won't even notice I'm gone.

Of course, if you can wait until September to get drunk with me, there's always the Bash.


I was happy with the US/Italian result on Saturday. We're still alive for the second round although it will be tough. The red cards were sketching but the team played tough and got the result. Now maybe against Ghana they can actually produce a goal from one of the USA players? Too much to ask? The next damned match is at 9:55am my time and I'm pretty sure the bar won't open that early for me. Looking for suggestions from people in the Philly area.

And in honor of the Korean's taking a point of the cheese eating surrender monkeys (cheers to Marty), how about a Korean football fan.


Apparently our boy Screech is having some financial difficulties. Selling t-shirts so he doesn't lose his house. Felicia has a great idea. Let's make him a poker fiend. Someone needs to find a way to get me in touch with him. I think I can find him a seat at a future private SnG tourney that might be in the works come September...

If you know how to get me in touch with him, hit me with an email.


Got love my readers....

Ok, not really my readers, just seeing if you were paying attention.

Now go read Brandon. He's tearing it up over in Germany for the World Cup.