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…
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Blog This!
I rarely have time to visit some of the best blogs on the internet, and they don’t necessarily have to be poker theme based to be great, but of course my main interest is poker so that’s normally where I end up. Tonight I visited Maudie’s brain wandering induced ink trails, and one of the things she mentioned in her September 11th post (ouch ‘911’) was poker burn-out or blogger/poker burn-out or something that she felt moved her into the select group of a few others that were wondering if they could continue ‘poker’ blogging. Of course you can silly kid.
Accepting Responsibility
I have one major, giganticous, ugly flaw in my inner character hard drive – sure I have a lot of them but this one tops them all. I feel everyoneMUST be held accountable for their actions. If we make a mistake, and we are intelligent enough to reason that we could have made a mistake – in reflection or discussion – we then need to apologize or try to make sure we don’t create the same problem in future actions.
Sign of the Times
A lot of changes in poker land since the day I first came across the gleaming sphere of energy and light, off in the distant and misty regions of unmapped territory. As I approached the action and prepared to embark on a tour of discovery, I had no idea I would end up where I did, and even in drifting through the memories of a million unrecorded ventures that mark my path across the land, it’s still hard to believe I am where I am with all of it.
My side of the street
It ain’t always purty. I have ran this thread through my careening, screaming brain waves too many times to even try to put it down in words. so here is the short version – do I create the whirlwind that surrounds my being? The vortex that seems to draw stress and strife towards me? Am I so afraid of dying without tasting, smelling, inhaling, embracing, and merging with the whole experience, that I can’t just sit back and be content?
Continue reading My side of the street
Alive and crawling
No Creamy Vanilla Smoothie or Redi-cat-2 on today’s menu. My son gave me a ride to the Endoscopy Center and he arrived early so I had him drop me off early. I got there an hour before my appointment. Not to worry, they were running behind and it was two hours after my appointment time that they finally called my name. Kee-rist! No food, nothing to drink since midnight and did they know I’m a huge aqua guzzler? And that I’m in the desert? They didn’t care. By the time I was called, I had to have the chair surgically removed from my ass which made the appointment even later.
Pick up the Phone – Call Capital Hill!
Our poker playing rights are at stake! Make sure you take the time, make the call, scream and yell, do everything within your power to keep us from being told we can’t play poker on the internet. Now is the time to act, don’t delay, tomorrow may be too late, and now that I’ve given all the commands and demands, the following is an email from the Poker Player’s Alliance: Continue reading Pick up the Phone – Call Capital Hill!
A Dreamer’s Moon.
Adrift in a sea of stars, I slip behind a filmy cover for a moment in time. A gentle fringe of light gives me away as I prepare to pose in my purest, truestform. Continue reading A Dreamer’s Moon.
Gutterball!
The room sits like a discardedmistress that once preenedunder her lover’s gaze and opened her lips and arms awaiting a passionate embrace. Yet hidden beneath the blanket of quiet and overtones of abandonment, there were two full $100-200 LH games running, two $10-20 NLH games, a $60-120 Mixed, and a variety of $30-60, 15-30, 4-8 LH, and the usual $2-5 and $5-10 NLH games.
Opening the ‘Later File’
I’ve had a variety of pictures that I wanted to put up – some involving the WPBT held on the 8th of July, Caesar’s Palace, in Vegas – and others of the WSOP – and possibly a few just because I want to put them up. Also, I never even actually finished telling the tale of the final night with bloggers. So let me start with just the high spots. Continue reading Opening the ‘Later File’