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Friday, August 03, 2007

Day 2: Electric (ah nevermind) 

6am comes awfully quick when you roll home from the bar at 3. Drinking or not drinking, that makes for one early wake up call and a very long day at the office. Luckily most of the building has chosen to use today as a 'working from home' day leaving me with plenty of opportunity to throw my feet up on the desk and actually put the laptop on my lap. I may order out for Chinese, I may surf around for random chunks of boutique porn items, or I may snooze the afternoon away waiting for another trip back to the bar.

Either way I can't lose unless I just jinxed myself and all kinds of hell will rain down on me in the form of morons and management.

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Congrats to NumbBono for taking down the BBT Freeroll last night when he got heads up with Jordan at the end. I was in the tourney late and out early as per usual. The bar closed before I could actually catch the end but it was a tough battle from what I saw.

I'll have more up this weekend about the BBT and also throw my half cent in on the current poker blog discussion of cash game players v. tourney players.

I just don't have it in me at the moment.

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Still in the process of getting most of my files off the old server and onto the new service and I've been having a lovely time pouring over some of the random junk images I've managed to obtain in the last 4 years I've had this here blog (and the many years before when it was just a random non-blogger site). Here are 5 that amuse me.

- The original, classic poker girl. I can almost remember the first day I posted her.

- Waffles in his true form.

- Booze, booze, and more booze.

- If any of the old school bloggers want to name when/where this picture was taken? Here's a hint, not long after this picture was taken I was signing autographs outside of a casino.

- There is a reason some people just should not drink. This is NOT one of those reasons.

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Hope everyone has a drunken god damn weekend while I spend amateur night lounging comfortably and watching Skinemax.

Cheers.

(Don't forget about the Blogger Big Game on Sunday. Huge prizepools and less donk. In theory.)


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Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Day 1 of Hell Month 

August 1st isn't a holiday or any remarkable day unless it happens to be some one's birthday or anniversary. But it's always a day marked on my calendar for all the wrong reasons. It's the day my near constant life-sized bender takes a brief hiatus. We drunks like to call it "going on the wagon".

It happens every August so don't get your panties in a twist. I'll still be spending most days poneyed up to my favorite bar and documenting the foolish drunks. For the next several weeks I'll be OD'ing on straight Red Bull and more Cowboy Killers than normal. I'll quickly become annoyed with drunk people giving me a much better insight into how I manage to piss off most of the people around me during a high-end binge.

To be completely honest, this has absolutely nothing to do with soul searching or getting healthy. Well maybe liver could use a few weeks off but mostly it's needed to lower my tolerance to near human level. It starts to get a little pricey in the wallet when it takes a fifth of Soco just to get a buzz. Nothing to worry about around here though. Maybe I can pick up the girlie picture pace when I'm not doing my searches with a head full of booze.

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Since we all know that beer REALLY isn't alcohol, I'm sure I could sneak a case or ten in there somewhere. Miller Lite = Near Beer.

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The biggest challenge to Day 1 already hit me. In the corporate world, there is nothing more useless than an hour long meeting with 25 talking heads who love to hear their own voice. While I was mentally slicing throats there was one who stood out. I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying because I was mesmerized by his swaying jowls and stuck with a memory of the time this tool wouldn't answer a critical oncall page because he was busy playing Dungeon and Dragons in his basement. The man is in his high 50's for christsake.

These are the daily things which which will test my patience and willpower. But my liver and wallet (most of all) will thank me in a few weeks.

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Since there is nothing to see here, stop by and congratulate Waffles on his new Weight Loss Formula. Head nod to Mookie as usual. Give the man one picture and off he goes.

Don't forget the tournaments coming up the rest of the week on Full Tilt Poker.

Tournament: The Mookie
When: Wednesday, 22:00 ET
Buyin: $10+1
Password: vegas1

Tournament: Battle of Blogger Tournament $2,500 Freeroll
When: Thursday, 22:00 ET
Buyin: FREE MOTHER EFFER
Password: Qualifiers already pre-registered

Finally, coming up on Sunday. Get those Tier II tokens.


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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

A day at the bar is good for the soul 

Karma for the corporate world. Walking through the vending area with a co-worker and saw a bottle of green iced tea floating in the middle of machine obviously hosing someone. I have the Nelson laugh from The Simpsons and proceeded to drop my dollar for a little Famous Amos cookie action. Sure as shit it locks right up. Ended up costing me the price of double Soco just to get those damned things.

Exciting world I live in, isn't it?

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On the Neteller front, not only did my transaction go through but the damned money was sitting in my bank account in less then 24 hours. I wouldn't have even bothered to check if the disco fiend from Oz had not tipped me off via girlie chat this morning.

Nothing like a little unexpected bender in the middle of the week. Not that I've ever really needed an excuse. Just good to have one on hand.

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Not much else going on, life is turning in a nice little lull for mental recovery. Naturally sitting in the bar typing this certainly makes things a little better. I get to chat with my bar friends and my invisible internet ones in LA, Ireland, and Pennsyltucky. A little poker, little booze, a lot of relaxing. If I could somehow arrange to work everyday from the bar, life would be grand. And I'd probably spend a grand a day.

My head these days are filled with thoughts of sitting poolside (or beachside) with a frosty beverage and zero responsibility. The only loss plans would be which bar and when to go there. I have friends coming in town during first weeks of September and then the home stretch to becoming an old man at the end of the month. I'm starting to feel the tug of regret for not having a Bash at the Boathouse this year but I'm quickly getting over it. Have no doubt that the big party will return in 2008.

2007 I'm keeping for myself.

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Don't forget the tournaments coming up the rest of the week on Full Tilt Poker.

Tournament: The Mookie
When: Wednesday, 22:00 ET
Buyin: $10+1
Password: vegas1

Tournament: Battle of Blogger Tournament $2,500 Freeroll
When: Thursday, 22:00 ET
Buyin: FREE MOTHER EFFER
Password: only for qualifiers

Finally, coming up on Sunday. Get those Tier II tokens.


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Monday, July 30, 2007

BBT: Revenge of the Cancelled Freeroll 

I just received official word (and independent confirmation from Mookie) that the cancelled BBT Freeroll from last Wednesday has been rescheduled for this coming Thursday, August 2nd, at 22:00 ET.

All 56 players have been re-entered and before some people start bitching about it, my reaction was to limit it to the 51 players who were smart enough to not get knocked out of a deepstack tourney that early. The 5 dead players included both myself and Waffles. Any way to hose Waffles out of potential money gets my vote.

But I was talked out of this by several wise men, two of whom had an official say in the matter.

The bad news: FTP put us back to 10 minute blind levels.

The good news: FTP kept us at 2,500 chips and also did something pretty cool. They added $650 to the free money they were already giving us getting the prizepool up to a nice even $2,500 paid out to the top 12. I couldn't have asked for a better response from Full Tilt Poker. Thanks to Doug again for coming through.

There you have it. If anyone is really really unhappy about the free money give away, feel free to boycott and not log in on Thursday.

Cheers.

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Stoopid Man 

"EFT Withdrawal Confirmation - Your EFT withdrawal request has been submitted. Please allow up to three business days for your request to be processed."

Neteller
I am sure there are going to be a lot of poker blog posts beginning with something similar. Now if I have my cash in 3 business days I will be content. Hopefully those with a ton more money to withdraw than myself will be sitting happy also. Good luck to all.

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I'll never be accused of being the most brilliant person on the planet. I do have those moments of clarity where something moderately intelligent will come from me but for the most part I'm your average knuckle-dragging moron with a drinking problem. That seems to be a perfect introduction to how I came to find myself sitting outside of a bar I don't particularly like at 3:30 Sunday morning with no readily available options to get back home. There was the passing thought of walking the 10 miles home. But I wasn't real fond of the odds of my drunken fat ass making it through god and deer country without a heart attack.

Other than my complete lack of intelligence, I tend to let little things like common sense and control go flying right out the window the very moment the magic amber liquid touches my lips. Simple things like "you already have a ride home with a kind and completely sober driver willing to drive out of the way" are replaced with thoughts of the that magical person whispering sweet things in your ear and the bartender who is only charging you for 1 out of 3 drinks.

That's how you find yourself sitting in a shitty plastic lawn chair outside of a bar watching the pseudo-yups and pups stream past with their wife-beaters and come-fuck-me pumps. Waiting endlessly for a taxi to pick you up in the middle of god's country for a ride even deeper into the nevernever. The booze had worn off, the whisperer was long gone, and the cell phone was dead by midnight.

The only other thing missing was a ride home. That's just part of the game when you are drunk and stupid.

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