Category Archives: Dear Diary

The Card Fairy’s in Intensive Care

The little hateful freak isn’t there because I won big bucks but because of a strange twist of interdimensional storms in the fabric of time.  (Yes, I do  believe in the fabric of time and even wrote a book on magic and the element of time called ‘The Chapters of Time’ that I’ve never completely edited).  But back to the Card Fairy.  The little bitch got thrown off the radar beam she has on my ass and missed being able to intervene in a few hands yesterday during a tournament on PokerStarsContinue reading The Card Fairy’s in Intensive Care

Things

Some THINGS are just ordinary type of things that we all go through all the time like breathing is repetitive…damn good thing. Then there are THINGS.  I happened to get one in the mail the other day.  It was a plain envelope with a postmark and stamp from Canada, sealed from edge to edge with no little gaps in the flap at either end.  I often think about these type of things…because that’s the way I am.  After I opened the envelope (hours later), I wonder at the person that sealed this envelope.  Did they ‘work from home’ mailing envelopes out?  Did they put a wish hex on the envelope that I would do as the contents would expect me to do because they are the evil perpetrators? Did they lick the damned envelope?  If they did, I hope they cut their tongue on the flap. Continue reading Things

WaKe UP, LINDA!

Wish it were so.  I can’t seem to stay awake as of late.  Did life just kinda catch up one day and I went into snooze land?  Maybe stress from pre-trip got to me?  I can’t figure it but I know I have the worst time keeping my head clear and my thoughts focused lately and napping just sounds like the thing to do.  Of course you never get jack done if you’re napping…other than catching up on sleep and when you crank out of z-z-z-z land, everything’s setting there staring you in the face.  The eternal treadmill never slows down…not even for lazy butts like me.  For three or four weeks I couldn’t sleep longer than about four to five hours a night and seldom managed a nap, now I can’t stay awake longer than three or four hours without feeling like I need one even if I had extended sleep just a short time ago.  AGHHHH!!

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Notes of Interest

The first notable, most interesting topic of the day is the finale of the PokerWorks H.O.R.S.E. tournament played last night on PokerStars – we switched from the 8 Game Format back to H.O.R.S.E. and it was amazing how much faster it played down than the 8 game.  We had 8 players and it was perfect, we were all seated at the final table.  There appeared to be some sort of glitch at registration though and none of us know the answer as of yet.  We had just started and had one seat open and it disappeared from view, as if we’d had a player there and they’d gone busto. Continue reading Notes of Interest

PokerWorks H.O.R.S.E.

Let’s play!  Tonight!  In case it’s not the same day for you as it is for me – the 9th of August.  Use the password ‘donkey’s – show up at PokerStars and register by 21:00ET – of course you need the monumental sum of $5+$.50 to take a seat but PokerStars has a gi-goficus deposit/reload bonus going on right now.  Bring your best chat box banter with you, come armed with a bagful of bad beats, and have some fun with us.  Look for PokerWorks Family or search tournament #185300741.  See you there!

Sandwoman Land has extended hours

Yesterday found me sleeping in…I got up at 5 a.m. and today was a real wonderment, I was in snooze land until 6:45.  Could there be a real world awakening here?  I might be reverting back to…what?  I used to stay up all night and hit the sand around 7 a.m. – waking around 3 or 4 in the p.m.  Shit!  Aging is such a beautiful thing, everything goes topsy-turvy and it proves you are still alive.  That’s the big bonus I suppose, you are still alive. Continue reading Sandwoman Land has extended hours

Mopping the roof

Beats the hell out of mopping those splintery old wood floors that were in some of the houses we lived in as kids.  We were the ultimate gypsy band of vagrants, except I believe Gypsies have a tighter clan and some kind of back-up, they stick together.  We were rag-tagging along with our mom, following our dad to parts unknown with no money and no means of reliable transportation – just get a rubber band (duct tape hadn’t been invented yet) and a wrench and hammer and hope for the best.  Continue reading Mopping the roof