Why do people do sneaky, quiet farts when they are sitting right next to you? And you are the only one in the room with them…of course they stink or you wouldn’t notice them at all. Are you supposed to politely pretend that your nose is broken? How politeare yousupposed to be when they were rude enough to fart. If they ‘cut’ a noisy one, it’s actually laughable at times. But the quiet ones…

It would be funny as hell if you grabbed your nose and started gagging -faking a fall onto the floor, or slapped them and said, “The next time you do that, I’m jamming a cork up your ass.” I’m wondering is Miss Manners ever addressed this issue and if so, what her response would be. If I were the farter, I believe I would just start fanning the air, look at the person sitting next to me, and exclaim, “Don’t breathe for a minute, that was a real stinker,” and then I’d fall out of my chair laughing. Enough on farts, the world is full of them, but honestly, once you’ve smelled one, you haven’t smelled them all.

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Bill Rini has just sent an email out – he is changing jobs and leaving the U.S. for his new position with PartyPoker. Bill previously worked for FullTilt and was offered a new position also but the change of venue and other factors influenced him to go with PartyPoker. Bill is a great guy and I wish him the very best in everything in life. Don’t forget we are still having WPBT, Bill. And we expect you to make at least one a year…don’t make me get all teary eyed and weird here…

‘Iggy’ – my soul buddy and pal, has gone back to the corporate world, after two years of playing professionally and writing tons of UBER posts. Thankfully, he’s not left the blogging fold. I thought I’d die laughing when he posted that he’d shown up at work and worn a shirt with the price tag still on the back. I can see it all now…wonder if someone asked him if he went to public schools (you’d have to read the blogger report to get the full picture).

All I can hope for is that they both continue to write so I can track them through life and poker from time to time.

And I’m leaving the country this week. This is my fourth year of returning to Aruba to deal the UltimateBet event. Previously it was a WPT/UltimateBet event. Now we can scratch the WPT from that title. UltimateBet also has a blackjack event that will be played out and taped while we are there. Some of the dealers are multi-talented and can deal poker and blackjack. I did offer to help if they needed a stand-in BJ dealer but I have never dealt it, played it twice when friends were in town some years ago, and would only do it as a last resort…like last in/first out kind of thing. Of course that’s how I spend all my shifts there…put me on the E/O.

This year we MUST all deal one live shift at The Radisson; otherwise it will all be tournaments and satellites. The Radisson gig ain’t so hot…the Aruban dealers all have preference over us, as in they deal the good games, we deal the higher limit ‘ughh tipping’ games to the same people that we deal to in the U.S. And sadly, the Arubans can’t deal worth a shit, most of them anyway. I’ve played in those games. It’s painful to sit in the player’s chair and try to live through it while my $$ are at stake on the table so it’s easy to see why the higher limit players would want us dealing to them. The part that isn’t easy to see is why would we want to deal to them? Let the Arubans work for nothing during a down instead of us. But the rest of it – sandbox time – and we make money too. Yippee!

Wayne and I fly out of here on the red-eye Thursday night (along with a lot of other dealer/staff) and will be in Aruba at 12:45 P.M on Friday. It’s those crappy assed lay-overs in Miami that suck. Jim AKA The Monkey will be joining us in Aruba on Friday night. Those two will room together, I room alone, and last year we tried to get adjoining rooms but got some lame-o excuse on it so they ended up across the hall. Hence I named them ‘the kids across the hall’ in some of last year’s posts. This year, I think I might be better off still being across the hall. Perhaps if I have a lot to drink, I’ll get that comfy, buddy, sugar dripping need to have a connecting doorway…perhaps not.

On that note, I have to start creating the ‘travel list’ and find some sleep before the time clock smacks me in the face on Monday.