It is hard to believe but I’m now convinced that PokerStars controls everything in the online universe, including the AT&T wireless air card network. If you’ve followed my bitch complaint about the air card dropping off when I’m lurking Las Vegas – but working perfectly 70 miles out in nowhere Pahrump – you will appreciate this. If not, screw you, go read and catch up, you slacker.
I had signed the poker petition through this link (if you haven’t yet, get the hell over there and get it done NOW) because it entitles me to a freeroll at PokerStars. If you don’t care about a freeroll, then go to this link and sign the petition…just sign it! I did not receive my freeroll ticket in my PokerStars account. Yes, you are now wondering what the hell this has to do with AT&T and the wireless connection, right? Patience!
I waited the 72 hours and checked my account – no freeroll ticket. I waited another day with the same result. I sent PokerStars support an email and they told me to wait at least 72 hours…DOH. I logged on to the PokerStars client yesterday, no ticket. I sent them another email and, of course, they act like you are retarded and didn’t follow instructions to begin with, telling me what to do and they searched for my email address and nothing showed up. I went back to the petition and resigned it – damn I hope the President’s team won’t get me for stuffing the ballot box (Yes, I’m kidding!). And sent another email to PokerStars telling them I resigned and followed the same instructions I did when I signed it the first time. Here’s my point. I left the client up and running. The air card has stayed connected during this time period, once during the night PokerStars client showed that it had been disconnected but immediately reconnected with all the banner doodle-i-dos that pop up when you log in. There you have it, PokerStars can make AT&T air cards behave…what else can they do? Scary thought!!!
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While I was cruising out of the Ford dealership yesterday, my pal the Monkey called. We laughed our asses off for over an hour during the phone chat and shared a few “OMG’s” too. It started with the, “I was looking at the Aruba pictures on your blog…the one where Murph was pushing me in the wheel chair…” It was great fun to do a tango fest back to the past. I love that guy! Suzie, we want to do tournaments with you.
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I went to the Rio late evening, in search of nothing in particular, just getting out to experience instead of lurk. I found John Cernuto (Miami John) walking through. We had a visit and big hugs. For those of you that don’t know, he was taken by ambulance to the hospital about a week ago from the RAZZ tournament at the WSOP. He looked incredibly tired but alive and kicking and it was great to touch bases with him and visit for a few. We go back to the Mirage days.
I found Alcan’thang up in tournament media row and chatted with him for a few – the players were on dinner break and so was most of media row – Al pointed out that they were all at a bar drinking and he was eating a meal…something really strange about that picture. And then I found FTrain over at the Triple Chance final table. We got to visit for a few too, nice! Pauly was up in media row but I was out steam and he appeared to be quite intent on whatever he was working on so I left it at that as I headed out. Hugs, Pauly!
I did my customary run of taking photos of anyone and everyone. Kee-rist!!! I can’t believe how young some of these players are. Or am I just old? They look like babies sitting behind stacks of chips. Of course my photos were all taken in nightshot on this trip, except one.
Aaron was sweating the final table of the Triple Chance as a friend of his way playing in it. As I snapped photos, a group of Germans informed me that Jorg Peisert was going to win…he did!
I thought I might connect with Billy Monroe AKA LifeMeetsPoker but he had already left the building.
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Back at the old digs, I got into a discussion with Darian and his friend Ryan about dogs and how I felt people were idiots to have them as pets – it’s my normal agitate and fan a fire type of thing. They both, of course, own dogs. It sparked a hefty little conversation and somehow Ryan blurted out that only 35% of people in the US have children – that the rest of the population problem is in China – and my son took off adamantly on the same thread. I argued with them both that way more than 35% of America had children – we are all children of someone so where in the fuck does that statistic come from? I told him I wanted proof, he said he could provide a website, I told him I needed more than verification from one website before I would believe it…that’s how I am. Later, I told them I understood having dogs since I had them at different points in my life. What I didn’t like about the dogs was their owners, the animals are treated poorly and most owners (you don’t have to agree) don’t take good care of their animals. The reason I don’t have one is because it’s like tending a child or a mate, you have to always be there to provide and take care of and I’m just not in the mood any more.
I find this to be hysterical. I was having a phone conversation with Darian a day or so ago…bitching about something going on at the old digs and I said, “I know I’m being a bitch about it!”
In a smug, ‘I’ve been wanting to call you one’, kind of voice, he said, “You said it!”
Like hey…don’t think I don’t know it. And don’t think I haven’t been called it. And don’t think that I’m shy about it. There are many days I’ve prided myself on being a cold stone bitch. And the longer I go in life, the more I feel that I’m entitled to be that way. Get out the bitch badge, I’ll wear it.
Off to the tournament soon at the WSOB. Laters.