It’s all their fault! Damn Bloggers! Love them with all my heart and little, weird, brain twists as I keep racing back across the city to hang out with them. NFR is in town, cowboy hats, major belt buckle city, and cowboy boots are everywhere and traffic’s backed up until hell won’t have it but I keep fighting my through it just to hang out with the bloggers for a few days. Continue reading No time to post
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Poker Bloggers Forum on PokerWorks
PokerWorks is always an ongoing project and since it’s my brainchild, even though there’s a large team working on it, I still get to have a lot of choices on what happens here. One of our latest additions is a WPBTour Forum – a forum for poker bloggers only. It’s a private forum and unless you are registered and given access, you do not even see it when you visit the forum.
Cities within cities!
When someone asks where you live, the common reply is the city you reside in, or the state. What is hidden beneath all of the layers of civilization is where we actually live. We could dig deeply into our thoughts/psyche and even go so far as to say we live in the past, a dream, or wherever we can deal with reality the majority of the time. Or even further than that – what is reality? Your perception of it or mine? Or is there only one reality, if it isn’t witnessed, is it really reality…OMG, the possibilities are too much for me to handle. Back to the main objective. Continue reading Cities within cities!
If I didn’t laugh, I’d have to cry
I shouldn’t ever be amazed by what I see in poker room employees, because wouldn’t cha just think I’d seen it all by now? I suppose I pretty much have seen it all, but my mouth still falls open every now and then. I’ve never minded blasting a poker player, name and all, for bad behavior and I have to admit that I’ve sometimes shied away from blasting someone I work with simply because I’m embarrassed that these people have no greater work ethic or professionalism than they do. I also know that with the flood of poker, coming into everyone’s living room, and with every casino in the US adding a poker room to their establishment, that dealers are hired as fast as they apply and most of them have no idea what it’s like to work in an established room, nor the protocol of dealing, nor what it takes to be a professional dealer. Continue reading If I didn’t laugh, I’d have to cry
The Cure can kill you – revisiting the Vytorin Blues!
I can’t help but think that most of the American citizens are killing themselves when they walk into a Dr.’s office, have tests ran, walk out the door with prescriptions in hand, and just go home to do exactly as their Dr. ordered, “Keep taking the medication.” Continue reading The Cure can kill you – revisiting the Vytorin Blues!
Harrahs and their allegiance to the WSOP
I just received an email from a long time friend of mine that sells/deals with collectibles. I used to carry his info on my website before it became part of the giant picture that it sets in now. Continue reading Harrahs and their allegiance to the WSOP
Tito and the Palms
The old Pan Crew sometimes manages a weekly meet for lunch now – instigated by Moi, the social director for people that never seem to think of putting anything together and they just wait for someone else to do it…yes my little buddy slackers, you know who you are. After the lunch (late afternoon) is normally the time that Marie and I head for a poker room. We do the lunch thing on Fridays – not that I’m normally off on Fridays but when the room is running in half mode, with plenty of dealers, my supervisor (wonderful Pete Popovich) autopilots me into the ‘excused’ mode on Friday. We headed for the Palms again. Continue reading Tito and the Palms
Playing at the Palms
Being the E/O Queen has afforded me the opportunity to free up a lot of hours. A lot of those hours are spent here, at PokerWorks, delving into news, more material to present to you, the reader, and working with the team behind PokerWorks to create a complete ‘works’. But I’ve also spent considerable time on the other side of the green felt, as a player, traveling around to some of the other poker rooms in the city with Marie, trying to figure out, in general, if low limit games really are beatable. I’ve not arrived at an answer on the beatable part. Continue reading Playing at the Palms
Potpourri
First – to all of you and everyone in the world, my name is not GREEN! Nor is it GREENEN! Nor is it GEENAN! It is Geenen. It is pronounced with a hard ‘g’. Not like ‘gee, I like your hair’ but like ‘geek’ only remove the ‘k’ and put an ‘n’ there. So stop spelling it incorrectly, stop pronouncing it incorrectly, stop writing it incorrectly and figure it out. Just because someone has e’s and n’s and a g in their name, does not give you the excuse to be an idiot. Learn up dumb butt!
Meeting readers of Tango
One of the biggest perks to not being owned by a publication/editor, is being able to write freely and on any topic (the beauty of the blog blooms even bigger) without someone cutting your words or telling you that you are off topic. Of course the biggest perk of all is knowing that people read you. That’s why we do it…right? Add that some of us do it in a drunken stupor or as therapy and that pretty much sums it up – for me anyway. Continue reading Meeting readers of Tango