Thursday, December 09, 2004

Dimebag Darrell

Crazy stuff.

It's brings back memories from well over 10 years ago when a friend of mine, a drummer, was shot while playing a show.

I've been listening to Vulgar Display of Power and Cowboys from Hell all day.


This is the final post before heading off to SinCity for a weekend of reading to orphans and helping the infirmed cross the street.


Work is doing it's best to keep me too busy to write a real post, plus I have stuff left to do before the trip.

I'm sure someone will be blogging each day from the gathering so keep an eye out.

I leave you with another favorite Christmas song. The Italian 12 Days of Christmas.


Have a good weekend and I'll be updating when I get back.


Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Britney ain't got nothing on my girl 

Two two two posts in one day. Happy times campers.

I've mostly set myself up in work avoidance mode (that's just a joke if any co-workes are reading this, it was actually written 7am this morning. Really).

First off, I'd like to thank the one demented individual who actually voted that I would win the poker tourney. I will only gaurantee you this. I will be the first one drinking at the tourney. No doubt.

I'm just sitting around, reading blogs, writing rubbish, chatting, eating chinese food, and coming up with some crazy assed ideas. See further below for details of my silly idea.


First up, I'll start posting some of my favorite, criminally irreverant Christmas tunes. I'll start off with oldie (where I come from anyway, natch), but goodie. The Burger King Christmas Carol.

If you're offended. oops.


UpForPoker contributor, UberMega poster pre-vegas, and (apparent) favorite for the WPBT Holiday Classic Title, Otis has a funny post about how to handle to cowboys since we'll be in town at the same time as the National Finals Rodeo. My two favorite....

8) Find your PETA hat from your activist days and wear it everywhere you go.

9) When sitting at a cramped table, whisper to the cowboy next to you, "You know. I'm from Texas. You know what they say about Texas. You know, steers and queers? Well, buddy, I seem to have misplaced my horns."

So here's my goofy ass idea.

Me and the wifey have decided to have a "Britney Spears" night on Saturday. We'll get all nice and toasty after the tournament, make a command decision, than hop in a limo and head for.....

The Little White Wedding Chapel

and renew our wedding vows.

Drunken bloggers to the left of me, drunken friends to the right. And if I plan ahead.... they have a webcam for all you suckerheads not showing up for the good times.

Gambling, booze, limos, and weddings. What could be more Vegas?

Oh yeah, the wifey said I had to dress up like Elvis if we did this. I'm still negotiating that part.

So who's with me?


White flags, votes, and the Pirelli Calendar 

First, from the newswire!

Terrorist Alert in France.

AP and UPI reported that the French Government announced yesterday that it has raised its terror alert level from "Run" to "Hide."

The only two higher levels in France are "Surrender" and "Collaborate."

The raise was precipitated by the recent fire which destroyed one of Frances' white flag factories, disabling their military.

God bless the wifey, she does find some good stuff.


The polls are still open below. Vote early, vote often.

A couple of notes so far. It appears that the UpForPoker Crew is running away with the voting on who will win the WPBT Holiday Classic. I'm assuming that's due to the multiple WPBT online winner, Otis. Throw CJ and G-Rob into the mix and that's a pretty solid bet.

But my money is on Felicia/Glenn and not the pros or UpForPoker. Two very simple reasons.

1. Felicia has more live tourney experience than anyone in the field other than the pros.

2. Felicia has more experience than the pros when it comes to dealing with us whack job bloggers who get a huge perverted pleasure out of monster betting The Hammer.

And what's this all about? Not one friggin' vote for me? ingrates.

And no votes for the LasVegasVegas crew? Don't you know that Charlie Shoten writes for them?


On the "Who's most likely to become an Honorary member of the Can'tHang crew", I made an error. Pauly and BoyGenius are already honorary members.

Now neither one did 3 dozen car bombs but Pauly hung with me on a nice 12 hour binge that included him taking me to several bars from the Bronx to Manhattan with watered down beers in Yankee Stadium in between.

And The BoyWonderGenius flew out to Philly for a non-stop 18 hour heavy booze fest. He got off the plane, came straight to the bar, drank like a champ, then got back on the plane. That'll get you membership.

And no love for Bob? His comment on UpForPoker:

I'll drink anything anybody puts in front of me this weekend, with the minor exception of black licorice flavored liquor.

Ohh, who am I kidding, I'll probably drink that crap as well.

I will drink Corona as my beer of choice, but plan on plenty of SoCo with or without Al.

3 years as a liquor sales rep has prepared me for this.

I hope.

How does he not get a vote?


Finally, the link of the day.

Way back when I was a lot younger, I toyed around in the world of Autocross. I tooled around in my juiced up GTI, ripping up the rubber, and having a blast.

For awhile I even considered a racing career after a daring soul in late 1989 allowed me to run 5 laps around Summit Point Raceway behind the wheel of his Porsche 959. Of course I was required to pass every possible test during the driving school for the oppurtunity.

Anyway, I digress. I ran souly on Pirelli tires back in the day. Has anyone ever seen the Pirelli calendar? It's been awhile for me, then I come across a link for the new calendar.


And here you go. Enjoy


Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Ok, here's another steaming pile. I don't have much to write about, so random crap it is.

First off, I got bored and found a site to set up free polls. So that's what I did. Here are some polls about the upcoming WPBT Holiday Classic in Vegas.

Poll #1. Now don't everyone in the tourney get offended. The poll site would only let me list 10 answers so I had to combine some and put the rest in one big group.

Who will win the WPBT Holiday Classic?

Poll#2. Easy one. Although I'm getting a varity of answers when I talk to other bloggers. With Evelyn Ng showing up, that might sway the poll a bit.

Who will the bloggers spend more time talking to?

Poll #3. Brought to you by the BoyGenius (and my favorite)

Most likely to become the next honorary member of the Can'tHang crew by doing 3 dozen Irish CarBombs?


From the comments wayback, Daddy from SnailTrax mentions Faster Pussycat's House of Pain. Well Daddy, here ya go.

I also included my favorite Faster Pussycat song. Where's There a Whip, There's a Way


Monday, December 06, 2004

Weekend Report 

I fully expected to wake up Saturday and write a nice post on the blogger-fest Party Poker table that occurred Friday night. This wasn't the standard blogger table with 5 or 6 bloggers picking on the fishies. This was 10 bloggers and a waitlist of 4 at one point. That kind of table will make your head explode and your bankroll implode.

And I was sober.

But I didn't wake up and write anything because I was just too damned lazy. For a slight glimpse into how the game went, BadBlood has a post about one hand in particular. The powerful AT takes down JJ. Oh boy am I going to have to buy some shots to make up for that one.

Dr.Pauly also has a good writeup from that nutso table. Even Scott made a rare (that I know of) appearance. Apparently he was having a blast because he kept hanging for "just one more orbit, I swear."

Speaking of Scott, he has one of my favorite posts up that I've seen in awhile with his writeup to the Pokerati Invitational.

I stuck with the Coors Light, simply because you couldn't catch a buzz off those if you drank a case after fasting for a week, but it's wet, cold, and tastes faintly like beer....
Say it ain't so! Nothing but Girl's Light and not a single Shiner! Oh boy. But what's a "Poker Tourney held in a stripclub" writeup without a story about a stripper.

She was about a foot taller than him, and her clear platform shoes made her about a foot and a half taller than him. She spent the entire tournament perched on the arm of his chair, cooing in his ear, rubbing his shoulders (and probably other things), and (dig this one, babies), taking her boobs out of her underwear everytime he went all-in. He'd say, "All-In!" (always with a great flourish), and then turn to her and say, "...and All-Out!" She'd giggle, and flop 'em out.
That's what I'm talking about. That's poker! Now if only there were some Shiner's around...


Anyway, back to the weekend.

After all that fun, I was all ramped up to play in the traditionally fishy ring game run at Lewey's house. Not a big money game. $40 max buy-in NLHE.

I'll cut to the chase. I walked out with $195 and the wifey finished with $155. Basically the initial buy-in for everybody when we started.

Lewey's place is where my own PokerGod started showing up and shitting on my game on a regular basis. I went into the game intent on staying tight/aggressive and disciplined.

My first major hand occurred when I my stack was decent and I found AA in the BB. 5 or 6xBB was never getting any action and I was content to just pick up the few limpers. So I raised 4x's. Boy did I get action.

Poor MikeJ next to me UTG pushed his shortstack in. Woohoo for me. Then Rob in MP pushed HIS shortstack in. Oh boy. AA in a multi-way pot.

For once, AA held up and I pulled a nice sized pot.

The second hand of note had me make a good read on Lewey and gambled my way to busting him.

After limping in LP with Q9, the flop gave me an open ended straight draw looking for a K or 8. I bet out on my draw and Lewey immediately came over the top. I figured Lewey for having Jx for top pair, crap kicker. Anything else and Lewey would have raised pre-flop.

So with my open ender, an over card, and a much bigger stack to gamble with, I went way way over the top and he was forced to fold or go all-in.

All-in he went with his top pair, horrid kicker (holy crap, did I make a real read?). As I started to ask for a K, Q, or an 8.... bing, King on the turn.

Down goes the Lewey for a rebuy.

The wifey pulled a huge pot herself against Steve King of the RiverRats (not once, but twice within an hour he hit a two outter on the river to bust someone).

Her turned boat beat his turned straight. He got in trouble when they both slow played but it ended with the princess doubling up when he pushed her in.

On Saturday, I saw more rivered 2 outters than an entire week of PartyPoker. Yeah, that bad. But I managed to stay out of trouble and made some good money.

Enough for the cost of the airfare to SinCity.

4 days!


Has anyone seen Pauly's new fotoblog? I don't know how this pic snuck in the there but god help me.


Sunday afternoon/evening turned into the standard NFL-booze 9 hour drinkfest. Nothing to see here. Move along.

Fly Eagles Fly!


Enough rubbish for now. Thanks for stopping by my humble lil' corner of the cyberworld.