Friday, September 08, 2006

So much to write... 

...so little time to do it.

Thank friggin' christ it's Friday. While the great unwashed masses plan their weekly trip to the drink-a-torium, I get to spend my night away from them. It was another 4 straight nights of being out at the bar when the ugly lights came on in the wee hours of the morning. This party is going to be the death of me, it just might take me an entire month just to sober up afterwards. But I'm doing all for you, my friends, in a nearly impossible search for people to populate this party.

I think with every shot, BigMike demands I get more people to come to the Bash. I think my goal is now in the low 5 figures for attendance.

But tonight I'll be sitting back in my big comfy chair watching my missed episodes of House and that Miami Dolphins Cheerleader show on the NFL network. What I should be doing is hanging over the side of a 40 foot fishing boat 50 miles off the coast of Jersey hooking up tuna the size of my fat ass. But I turned down that trip like a moron.

I just get dumber and dumber with every day, with every shot.

I could also be sitting in a lemur-licious home game this fine evening but I'm not going to do that either. I think I might just treat myself to a monster pizza, big honkin' milk shake, and mind numbing idiot television. Just what the good drinking doctor ordered. Especially since the rest of the weekend is jammed packed with drinky goodness. Two parties and the Sunday NFL stupidity.

But more on that stuff later. Maybe tomorrow. I owe Pauly a couple stories and I have to edit another one.

Til then my friends....

Check the articles from Amy Calistri and Tim Lavalli as they attempt to get to the bottom of just how 2 million extra chips ended up in play during the WSoP Main Event.

Part one
Part two
Part three


Thursday, September 07, 2006

Life lessons... 

... continued.

When your stomach is already a little squirrely, it's probably best to avoid the work cafeteria "build your own hotdog" bar.

Nothing left to see here, move right on along.

Not actual killer. Just a visual representation.


Wednesday, September 06, 2006

I'll be there... 

...and playing from the bar again!


Lessons learned 

Crazy stuff, my life. Allow me to share some lessons I've learned over the past several days.

I've been much too busy these days to spend my precious precious time updating this corner of cyber world. While I intended to update this weekend, I was busy with an experiment where I attempted to meld my ass permanently with the lazyboy. During the week day, I'm busy coding and scripting and documenting like a worlds fucking champ. Which brings me to life lesson learned number one.

- While writing with a hangover/buzz may make for the occasional interesting blog post, it most certainly does not help when writing technical documents. Some stuffed shirt just isn't going to like that inside joke you snuck in there.

The intended readers of said documents are not so impressed with a well turned out phrase. Bastards.

You want to know what it's like living this rock star existence? Follow along as we take a day by day accounting...


Hit the bar (again) after work to push, pimp, and prod as many people to show up to the Bash. This involves the unfortunate need to talk to tall blonde hot German girls. Wait, that was Wednesday not Thursday. And that was Tony, not me.

I found my nice little corner of the bar and fired up FTP for the Gavin satellite. Tons o' fun. It had been awhile since I played a blogger-ish tourney and I realized I missed it.

And I made the final table, go figure.

All of a sudden I'm on the USAir website. After a nice talk with Otis during the week, I was so very close to booking myself a surprise visit to G-Vegas for BadBlood's poker weekend. I actually had the flight booked then cancelled it right after. I'm a wuss.




College football, G-Vegas dial-a-shot mania, poker envy, then zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz


NFL Football! Shit, I'm a week early. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz


The Closer marathon. Satisfy my unhealthy lust for Kevin Bacon's wife. Finally decide to eat something after a weekend of nothingness. Life lesson number 2.

- Booze, while both yummy and tasty, is not to be mistaken for actual nutritional sustenance.

That's it! Pretty damned exciting if you ask me. Don't you wish you could lead this magical existence for just one day? Magnificent.

"One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say."

Will Durant