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Friday, July 20, 2007

The Drunken Hiatus 

The unintended temporary hiatus has been a little good but mostly bad. It's always good to step back and take a break from the blogging life. Four years running without a major stoppage. But the bad part is that I've been filling the empty time by drinking my face off. That's just what drunkards do when they don't have a website to come into every morning. Go on an even bigger bender with thoughts of vacations and strippers and a world class drunk session dancing through my head. Even some poker in there for the few semi-lucid periods.

The hiatus may be over shortly because rumor has it that my server will be back up this weekend. After which I will be yanking every slutty picture from that server and moving to a proper vendor. That will be a change from being stuck on a server hidden under a desk at an unspecified internet provider. Sneaky shit right there.

So maybe by Monday all the little red x's will have disappeared to be replaced by the proper images. Either that or I'm going to attempt to shotgun a fifth of Southern and post it on youtube.

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In lieu of a proper post and since no one is reading this crap anyway I give you some pimpage.

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Our boy Falstaff (hill billy, actor, drinker, and all around good guy) is going to peddle his ass around on a wee little bicycle for a cancer charity benefit. He will be riding 3 miles for every $50 he raises. I don't mind telling you I'd love to see the big guy riding around in his trademark kilt. Who knew that there was a website called sportkilt.com and that they have a wall of fame AND Fastaff is on there.

Go if you have a few dollars lying around waiting for lemurs to take it, do something good with it and help John raises a ton.

Here is his fundraising page. Seriously, the event is called 24 Hours of Booty. Who couldn't use 24 hours of booty?

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The next tournament for the WPBT is scheduled for this Sunday. I'm going to try and make it out for this one assuming I've completed whatever books Amazon decides to ship to me tomorrow.

Tournament: WPBT Event 7
When: Sunday, July 22nd. 21:00 ET
Game: HORSE
Buyin: $24+2
Password: Bloggers only for this one

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Pauly has his July issue of Truckin' published. No small feat considering he just spent 7 weeks of his life getting his soul crushed by smelly degenerates. And Otis.

1. Snapshot by Paul McGuire
Some people find the truth in photographs. It's a person's soul captured at one moment in time and space. The picture cannot lie like a human can. A couple of months ago, I sorted through an old box and I came across an envelope with several photos of a trip that I had taken to New Orleans... More

2. Hard Luck Harry and the Owl by Johnny Hughes
Harry believed in luck more than any gambler you have ever met. If the Cowboys lost in the final seconds of a football game, Harry thought it was because he'd spilled the salt shaker at the Truck Stop... More

3. Decades by Change100
I turned 10 in Belmar, New Jersey. My grandfather had fallen ill and my mother decided to move my sister and I out there with her for most of the summer of 1987 so she could take care of him. The three of us squeezed into the pullout couch at night in the living room of my grandparents' doublewide trailer on Route 71... More

4. Bingo by Clay Champlin
I developed a hatred for bingo at an early age. In third grade we played every Friday. Sister Mary Grace would give each kid a bingo card, and a handful of dry navy beans that she kept in a Folgers can, to mark the cards... More

5. Randi the Schizo Hustler by Dingo
Randi had a thick eastern European accent, straight blonde hair and a mischievous smile. Tatyana wore her hair in waves/curls and was very serious and often depressed. She would cry about nothing in particular and from the whopper stories she told and her sniffling I concluded Twin 2 was a heavy coke head... More

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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

We've got a piper down! 

Those who read me on blogspot will notice a bunch of x-ed out pictures, broken links, and missing pictures of hotties. Those who read me on alcanthang.com think that I've gone and committed blogger suicide. No suicide watch here except for the abuse of alcohol for it's numbing properties and cowboy killer mentality.

Ye olde server doth have issues.

The crack server team is working it's ass off to get it back up and running so I can bring back the chippies or at least the god damn banner at the top of the page. Hopefully everything should be good to go by the end of the day assuming my transfer to a proper hosting facility goes through properly. I'm only supposed to deal with this sort of thing at work, not my play area.

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Since few people are actually reading now, I'll give you the quick rundown of last night's Tool concert.

It was in Reading PA. The village that's really a town that thinks itself a city. I think the town doubled in size just by filling up the tiny indoor arena (which looks exactly like the arena from Slap Shot, eh). We actually made up time by jumping out of traffic and driving around the entire outskirts of the 'city' and coming in a different angle which just happened to shoot us past Al's Diamond Cabaret. With a moments pause to think about a redirection we made our way to the tailgating parking garage and dodged the dodgy kids sucking on fumes and god knows what else.

We had floor seats and watched as the pied pipers called the rats to their feet with every dimming of the lights or stop of the pre-concert piped in music (first song piped through to test the sound system? Iron Maiden - The Number of the Beast). I won the first over/under bet with BigMike for the concert start but he won the second.

Ala Dr. Pauly, the setlist as I remember it,

Jambi > Stinkfist > 46 and 2 > Schism > Flood > Rosetta Stoned....

God damn but that's nearly 2 hours of music in 6 songs. Maybe a little hyperbole but it wasn't like we were chilling out on a lawn relaxing but rather we were standing amongst crowd of Pennsyl-tuckians with no room for a fatboy to enjoy himself.

The rest of the concert was enjoyed in the comfort of the halls. And car. Once again they put on a fantastic show but I still would rather see them somewhere I can enjoy the show. I don't think Reading PA is that place.

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Tournament: The Mookie
When: Wednesday. 10pm ET
Buyin: $10+1
Password: vegas1

Tournament: WPBT Event 7
When: Sunday, July 22nd. 21:00 ET
Game: HORSE
Buyin: $24+2
Password: Bloggers only for this one

Final coverage from Pauly and BJ starting today at Pokernews.com.

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Monday, July 16, 2007

Just another number 

"This is for all of you, for the more than 120 million of you, who have slogged resolutely along this trail of tears, who have sworn passionate pledges of allegiance and bought tickets to see the major-league franchise of Philadelphia attempt to commit baseball for the last century and a quarter."
Bill Lyon
I have answered questions from many people in person and on the tubes about my feelings as a Phillie fan as they come up to the magical 10,000 franchise loss number. Magical to everyone outside of Philly, but just another day as a Phillie fan around here. I actually had a long post written up as they closer with all kinds of anecdotes, numbers, and thoughts. Then I said screw that.

I'm not going to make excuses or try to explain being the fan of a team that started back in 1883. That only had one winning season between 1918 and 1948 (contrary to common belief, that is LONG before I was born). That has one only one World Series but I happened to be around for it.

It's never easy being a Phillies fan, but if it was easy what would be the point.

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I went down to the Phillies game with the Boy Genius on Saturday for the Deadspin.com gathering at the game (thanks to Enrico at The 700 Level for hooking us up with tickets). There certainly was a chance we'd witness loss number 10,000 but it wasn't meant to be. Instead we sat in the oxygen free zone that was so high we were actually looking down on the foul pool. We had a much closer look at the McFadden girls then we did of a homerun.

I'm still looking around the tubes for one specific girl from McFadden's. BG is a much better wordsmith but I shall try to explain her. Imagine the most perfect girl from head to toe and holding a big bottle of booze. She was stunning. BG may wish to expound.

The Phillies crushed and I got to put off the 10,000 post for another day. It was a fun day hanging with BG, doing some tailgating, and watching some baseball.

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Did I mention that there was a Riverchasers last Thursday and I have posted since? I spent the evening playing trivia host before I could even think about poker.

I finally showed up to the tournament about 90 minutes into it. Thank god for the expansion to 3000 starting chips instead of 1500 or I would have been long gone. As it was, I was floating around 1k when I finished up my duties (which include the requisite post-game shots with any female patrons willing) and logged into Full Tilt to check on my progress.

I quickly doubled up my shorty stack a few times and had something to play with. Some interesting times trying to play while walking through the bar with the laptop unplugged as I switched from the upstairs to downstairs bar. Then the drinks really started flowing and I can't really comment on my play but I suddenly found myself self seated at the final table. A mixture of RC players and bloggers. Very first hand is a battle of the blinds with me in the small blind.

Linking for the poker players out there, but this is how it looked after the turn. I was drawing to 1 card for the chop, not even the win. Sure enough, the wonderful 7 hits the river and I lay a nasty one down. Then I just played and drank and talked a little shit when possible. I found myself with a chip lead head's up against Blinders, quickly gave it up, and it was over before I could get another shot.

The laptop was shutdown and the booze floodgates were open before Full Tilt could even deposit the money into my account. There was some serious work to get done once the game of poker was complete.

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I fully planned to continue with the occasional writeup about the BBT challenge, lessons learned and future improvements. But I've grown weary and don't care to bring it up. Have no fear, there will be a BBTwo (copyright TripperJax) but don't ask me or anyone else when it is going to happen because we don't know. I do know that it won't be anytime in the near future. At least not until we've gone 2 months without Hoy mentioning how happy he is there are no BBT points involved in a blogger event.

I'll see what interesting things I can get from FTP or other sponsors. I'm trying to get a little creative.

No MATH for me tonight as I'm heading on a roader to catch Tool this evening with BigMike and Terri. I fully expect to end up tonight smelling of patchouli oil and dank weed but hopefully not covered in dead dirty hippy blood.

Cheers

Tournament: Mondays at the Hoy (MATH)
When: Monday. 10pm ET
Buyin: $24+2
Password: hammer

Tournament: The Mookie
When: Wednesday. 10pm ET
Buyin: $10+1
Password: vegas1

Tournament: WPBT Event 7
When: Sunday, July 22nd. 21:00 ET
Game: HORSE
Buyin: $24+2
Password: Bloggers only for this one

Final coverage from Pauly and BJ starting tomorrow at Pokernews.com.


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