That would be just a meandering type of thought that never goes anywhere and has no bearing on life.  One of the couplas; I can’t help but wonder is why the smell of gasoline won’t leave your hands even after washing with soapy water.  What?  But the Steed is a diesel.  Yes, but the generator in the coach is gas.

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And ain’t it just too damn convenient where the gas tank is located?  It’s obviously in an outside compartment, the top of it is about chest height to me, and it sets back behind two 7 gallon propane tanks.  I have one of those motocross type of gas cans that has a big assed side handle on it and a 1 inch plastic tube spigot that’s about 2 1/2 feet long off the top of it so when I get the gas can up to shoulder height, I can extend the tube over the propane tanks to reach the gas can.  And why is it that liquid is always frigging heavy?  I need to be able to do a changeling affect and turn into a brawny man for some of the tasks I undertake.

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All of my outside chores for buttoning up and getting ready to hit the road are done.  The skirting is down and rolled up and tucked away in the shed.  I had taken gray weed mat and put over the top of all of my water hoses, propane hose (it runs underground to the back of my coach and has a nifty little attachment to the 200 gallon tank for sis’s house), and the 50 foot 50 amp electric cord, and then spread a very thin layer of #2 gravel over the top of the weed mat.  Nice effect, it hid all the hoses and lines and keeps the sun from destroying everything.  Then two big, gray, fake rocks cover the water and power connects and the propane where they emerge from the ground on the back side of the coach.  It looks all neat and tidy instead of a jumble of different colored snakes coiling across the ground.  I hard lined the black and gray water tank pipe when I got settled out here and in order to pull back in close to where I was, I sprayed white paint on the ground by the tires of the coach (covering the tire first, dummy).  Sometimes I think I’m too damned smart…other days I think I’m lost in a sea of insanity and indecision, today I’m feeling a bit smug since I’m about ready to hit the road and have managed to finalize a lot of small details.

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I still have things to tend to in the coach that need tucking and folding and putting away but I’m almost there.  And departure day is right around the corner  I admit to excitement at this stage of the game.  I learned quite a bit on my first three trips north and it gets easier each time.  I have a much better idea of how to pack and store so things don’t bounce too much when the road construction is horrible. But pulling out and hitting the road, for the first time in a year, will give me a momentary rush of tension.

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Another coupla, does Sweet and Low have an expiration date?  Back in the days of the old Pan Game meets, there were some players that did Sweet and Low, some that did Equal, a few that did sugar, one that did honey, I did wine and lots of it, but I kept all of that on hand for those card parties.  Everything was used and gone some time ago except the Sweet and Low.  I don’t use sugar and obviously don’t use Sweet and Low so a giant box of individual packets has been adorning the lazy susan in my coach.  I keep it for those sugar users that have coffee at my place.  As I sorted and tucked things away, I wondered if it will ever go bad – there’s no expiration date on the box, but there was a nifty little conversion thingy on it that gives the amount needed to equal sugar…like 24 packs equals one cup of sugar.

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Another coupla was the PokerWorks 8 game.  The subject of changing back to HORSE was posed.  That works for me.  8 game definitely gives you a lot more play for $ but I’m agreeable with whatever all of you want to play.  And I’m still not adverse to playing at different sites.  I realize that someone just needs to take the step forward and organize something to make it happen.  I can tell you right now that someone isn’t going to be me for awhile.  Anyone interested in being the table captain?  Speak up if you are.

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Back to the tournament.  There was an incredible amount of chatter going on tonight and I had both tables up, trying to keep up with it but I failed.  Clearspine was first out – at the other table – and I did see him chat something like, “I hate all of you,” meant with typical poker good cheer of course.  Next to go was Dave and then me.  I was doomed from the start.  After I busted, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.  I figured to take a short nap and be back for the final action but I didn’t make it back.  These were the results:

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PokerStars Tournament #159377622, 8-Game
Buy-In: $5.00/$0.50
9 players
Total Prize Pool: $45.00
Tournament started 2009/07/12 21:00:00 ET
Tournament finished 2009/07/12 23:56:58 ET
1: PokerHack07 (Alturas), $22.50 (50%)
2: sloshr (Las Vegas), $13.50 (30%)
3: djhomeschool (Denton TX foo!), $9.00 (20%)
4: grupper (**),
5: cmacc85 (waycross),
6: Spidurman (Voorhees),
7: PokerWorks (Las Vegas),
8: yestbay1 (Grapevine),
9: clearspine (Boulder),

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Andrew, I’m listening to your podcast now.  We’re at the poker bad beat section right now, and the phone thing.  And what was with the ‘ixnay woman ixnay’ thing?  Does that mean you aren’t coming to Las Vegas?  Or you just figured out how to spell in pig latin?

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Another coupla that popped into my thoughts, what about boogers that won’t wipe?  Yah, gross subject.  Come on, everyone has picked their nose at some point, and wiped, and every now and then there’s one that turns into a sticky ball and refuses to wipe…you know what I’m talking about.  Boogers are something that get on my nerves with Riot…he picks his nose and eats it.  Is that a boy thing?  I never ate a booger, even as a kid.  And I don’t pick my nose anymore either, tissue is the real deal because cold germs live on your fingers for hours and enter your system through your nose and eyes…dealing poker taught me to be quite cautious.  But the booger thing, we have a thread running in the forum and the subject is kind of like a booger that won’t wipe, it keeps sticking…

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Booger thoughts always remind me of a coupla booger jokes.  “You can pick your nose and you can pick your friends, but you can’t wipe your friends under the table.” – “You can pick your nose but you can’t pick your relatives.”  Yah, I’m sick.

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The last coupla, what makes me think I know how to play poker?  I read Clearspine’s blog and he walks on water apparently or he’s standing on the card fairy’s head and skiing across the water.  I can’t beat one player heads-up…ever…when they are so far behind that they need miracle runners to catch up.  I had one in the Quarter Million PokerStars Tournament, early on, that busted me and left me having a fucking fit, bouncing off the walls of the coach for 10 minutes.  A bad beat isn’t horrible, it’s just horrible when you’re on the down run for weeks at a time and there’s no upside.  That’s where I’m at.  I won’t be playing much, if any, in the next two weeks.  I don’t expect it to change when I do start back, but perhaps it will have dulled and I won’t remember how I wanted to rip something in half today.

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The last coupla, have a great day, think happy thoughts, try to survive the frigging economy and related stress, and be sure to sign the poker petition that will be presented to President Obama this week during national poker week.  And if you carry a poker blog – or any blog – please put this info on your site today.