I’m going to experiment with a new approach to blogging. Getting out a bottle of wine, toasting off a coupla glasses, and then stumbling to the computer and blindly searching out this page to start scribbling again – on a weekly basis. Like…maybe 2-3 times a week. Keep in mind that my best blogging (IMHO) is done when I’m pissed or have a point to make. Since I no longer deal to the butt-tards of high limit (thank you GOD!), the posts may be a confused jumble of WTF! But…I need to start somewhere and stay with it. If I don’t, I may as well seal the door on Table Tango. I opt to keep the door open for now.
Poker news – the word is out that PokerStars has purchased Full Tilt Poker. According to pokerfuse.com it’s a done deal.
Alex Dreyfus, CEO of Chiligaming, tweeted it.
Since PokerStars made arrangements to immediately pay their player’s accounts after Black Friday, that news has to be the best news a Full Tilt Poker player with a balance in their player account could hear. Let us hope there is resolution soon.
That’s all for the now.
Sounds like we need a hootenanny! Kingston Trio or Tom Paxton, your choice.
It’ll beat somores around the campfire, eh?
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober. LEAVE me alone. Let me go home. Let me go HOME and start over.
Well, I’ve rambled around this dirty old town singing for nickels and dimes.
Times getting’ rough. I can’t get enough to buy me a little bottle of wine.
(Chorus)
Well, little hotel, older than hell, cold as the dark in the mine.
Light so dim, I had to grin, I got me a little bottle of wine.
(Chorus)
Well, the preacher will preach and the teacher will teach. The miner will dig in the mine.
I ride the rods, trusting in God, huggin’ my little bottle of wine.
(Chorus)
Well, pain in my head, bugs in my bed, pants so old that they shine.
Out on the street, I tell the people I meet to buy me a little bottle of wine.
(Chorus)
Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober.
And now 2+2 is claiming Hacked and will be asking for new passwords – which generally means that they want to clean out their mailing lists of dead addy’s.
How you doing, Kiddo?
Thanks for reminding me of the song, Ken! Long time since I thought of those lyrics. Traveling the length of life sometimes removes old memories. 🙂 I should be drinking, damn it!
Kicking, Ten Mile, just kicking. Sorting out the baggage of life on some days, others, it sorts me out. Thanks for asking! Agreed on 2+2.