Well, for months, I've been making cash in tournaments. I'm comfortable there, and definitely play my best there.
But then I'd lose sums of that money off in cash games. I could never get comfortable there. I'd drop farther down than my bankroll allows, straight down to .01-.02NL blinds. And still, I could get nothing going. Well tonight, I decided, I'm going to find a game I could crack. Just at least to get me off the ground in cash games. So I played on a .02-.04PL blinds in Hold'em on Noble Poker. I come out of there in about a half hour up $1.76, not playing anything questionable (save a J8o that I was able to limp on in the SB, and spiked a Jack on the flop to take the pot), and took every pot I was involved in.
So for now, I'm gonna keep my eye on the PL games, less all-ins to worry about, and keep playing good hands, and drop at the right time. I feel a lot more comfortable there with at least a margainal ceiling.
Eventually, I'll get ready to start playing NL, but right now...just doesn't seem smart.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
A so-so tournament day
Ok, so I get to Hatcherland today for the bi-weekly tournament. I pull out my tournament standard (for now) Gail & Molly deck. My first draw, I get one of my friend's and his JBL heat deck. Now, I've played this deck hundreds of time before, and it's a toss-up every single time. At the end of the first round, one thing finally became abundantly clear: Search out Molly-Go-Round instead of Wake Up. Why give him free heat?
After an agonizing defeat, here comes my next draw. Another friend. And oh wow, another JBL deck. This time not heat; we're going heel, foreign object, Chicago Street, Dem Dam Dudleyz. I was doing great, until the turning point of the match. He draws Overhead Chair Shot, Strike/Strike. I don't have two strike reversals in my hand, so it has to go on the overturn. Nothing. Realizing I can't reverse it, he discards after he draws for Overhead to put it back in his to play it again. And again. And again, And, you get the idea. It pins me.
So I'm feeling a little bit down at this point. But I'm perked up when a trade finally goes through. I get the Light Heavyweight Belt (which I need to build Rey) and Ultimo Rechazo (which I need for Eddie) for a Stunner and some other random UR. Actually, the guy didn't even need the cards he got, but knew I really needed the cards, so he went through with it. So I was really grateful for that.
Now, next draw. I got some kid with a John Cena deck. Nothing too special, except it was a chain deck. Big surprise. He was low fortitude the entire match. I managed to bait out Backlash midway through, sometime before playing Gail's Hurricanrana. So I was high up on fortitude the whole match; POTP is so great when they don't have a strike reversal in their hand. So then here's where I thought he'd cause a turnaround. I draw Molly-Go-Round. I play a simple Punch just to get out the successful maneuver; I pretty much knew it would work, he hadn't reversed a strike the whole game, save the overturn. Yeah, it went through. So here goes Molly-Go-Round, and I had started revelling in my victory, when I see him drop When You Thought You Had All The Answers. Balls. There goes my second trademark. Yeah, so I sense a comeback. But there's still a match. I keep reversing. We end up each down to one card for our hands at one point, sometimes zilch. Eventually I finally finished him off.
So after that match, I get a little kid playing Eugene. I don't care if you suck at the game or not, I take a Eugene deck seriously. If you don't have reversals on your draw, you're boned. This kid really had no grasp, yet thought he knew it all. He tried to opt out of discarding for Wake Up like that was an option. Then he tried Backlash on my first maneuver. And then we had a spat about that. And well, I got fortitude, and reversals. But he got enough fortitude too. Enough to do two unreversable maneuvers, high damage. His third card, I think I Cowed. But no matter what, one more maneuver and I would be dead. I think I reversed two more before it was all said and done. But yeah, I was toast.
So that takes me out of the main tournament. Now for the side tournament. So I was thinking Gail again, but let's go for a change? So I pull out the Shelton deck I was just given by a friend who got out of the game because of several games where he was just given salt in his wounds by a sore winner. Let's see. Seems like a plan.
First Draw: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLDBERG GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLDBERG. The most broken Character ever. Titles, 9D Jackhammers, now why can't I have any Escape Moves? Just great. Easy win for him.
And the one thing that cheered me up was the most pivotal trade, 3 cards just for me to get one West Coast Bronco Buster, THE card I was lacking for Rey. So now Rey is build-ready.
Then for the next draw, another friend, playing an Edge deck. And here's what killed me here: White Wedding. Followed by a card (I forgot what it is) that blanks my SSV, making it pointless for me to draw for White Wedding. So he keeps hitting maneuvers, removing cards from the game, and I'm defenseless. This was a long battle, where the TD was pissed that it took so long. So just for giggles, I popped Wrestlemania. It only saved me for about 5 minutes. And it was done.
So my final draw was a Two-Man Power Trip. Good strategy. All except by now, I was getting accustomed to Shelton. On the draw, I get a Don't Try This At Home. He's got Wrestlemania out. Yes, I'm hanging on to that card for dear life. I reverse his maneuver, then going into a Panic Grab->Wraparound Wristlock. Either overturn or say bye-bye to four cards. So I keep going till I get 25F. I'll skip to a pivotal moment. He isn't playing a lot of strikes, and I draw a T-Bone Exploder Suplex. Now I could play it as a maneuver, risk it getting reversed, and losing the match. Or just let him bring doom upon himself. So I say, "Your turn." And he draws, and does exactly what I want him to do: a Grapple maneuver. He has about 19 cards left in arsenal. T-BONE. So here he goes, takes the 20D and knows, hey, I've got a second chance...that's what he thought. He tries to pop it, and out comes the Don't Try This At Home I've been squirreling away for THE moment he popped Wrestlemania. That's a pin. That was the match a huge chunk of satisfaction came from.
And that was my tournament day.
After an agonizing defeat, here comes my next draw. Another friend. And oh wow, another JBL deck. This time not heat; we're going heel, foreign object, Chicago Street, Dem Dam Dudleyz. I was doing great, until the turning point of the match. He draws Overhead Chair Shot, Strike/Strike. I don't have two strike reversals in my hand, so it has to go on the overturn. Nothing. Realizing I can't reverse it, he discards after he draws for Overhead to put it back in his to play it again. And again. And again, And, you get the idea. It pins me.
So I'm feeling a little bit down at this point. But I'm perked up when a trade finally goes through. I get the Light Heavyweight Belt (which I need to build Rey) and Ultimo Rechazo (which I need for Eddie) for a Stunner and some other random UR. Actually, the guy didn't even need the cards he got, but knew I really needed the cards, so he went through with it. So I was really grateful for that.
Now, next draw. I got some kid with a John Cena deck. Nothing too special, except it was a chain deck. Big surprise. He was low fortitude the entire match. I managed to bait out Backlash midway through, sometime before playing Gail's Hurricanrana. So I was high up on fortitude the whole match; POTP is so great when they don't have a strike reversal in their hand. So then here's where I thought he'd cause a turnaround. I draw Molly-Go-Round. I play a simple Punch just to get out the successful maneuver; I pretty much knew it would work, he hadn't reversed a strike the whole game, save the overturn. Yeah, it went through. So here goes Molly-Go-Round, and I had started revelling in my victory, when I see him drop When You Thought You Had All The Answers. Balls. There goes my second trademark. Yeah, so I sense a comeback. But there's still a match. I keep reversing. We end up each down to one card for our hands at one point, sometimes zilch. Eventually I finally finished him off.
So after that match, I get a little kid playing Eugene. I don't care if you suck at the game or not, I take a Eugene deck seriously. If you don't have reversals on your draw, you're boned. This kid really had no grasp, yet thought he knew it all. He tried to opt out of discarding for Wake Up like that was an option. Then he tried Backlash on my first maneuver. And then we had a spat about that. And well, I got fortitude, and reversals. But he got enough fortitude too. Enough to do two unreversable maneuvers, high damage. His third card, I think I Cowed. But no matter what, one more maneuver and I would be dead. I think I reversed two more before it was all said and done. But yeah, I was toast.
So that takes me out of the main tournament. Now for the side tournament. So I was thinking Gail again, but let's go for a change? So I pull out the Shelton deck I was just given by a friend who got out of the game because of several games where he was just given salt in his wounds by a sore winner. Let's see. Seems like a plan.
First Draw: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLDBERG GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLDBERG. The most broken Character ever. Titles, 9D Jackhammers, now why can't I have any Escape Moves? Just great. Easy win for him.
And the one thing that cheered me up was the most pivotal trade, 3 cards just for me to get one West Coast Bronco Buster, THE card I was lacking for Rey. So now Rey is build-ready.
Then for the next draw, another friend, playing an Edge deck. And here's what killed me here: White Wedding. Followed by a card (I forgot what it is) that blanks my SSV, making it pointless for me to draw for White Wedding. So he keeps hitting maneuvers, removing cards from the game, and I'm defenseless. This was a long battle, where the TD was pissed that it took so long. So just for giggles, I popped Wrestlemania. It only saved me for about 5 minutes. And it was done.
So my final draw was a Two-Man Power Trip. Good strategy. All except by now, I was getting accustomed to Shelton. On the draw, I get a Don't Try This At Home. He's got Wrestlemania out. Yes, I'm hanging on to that card for dear life. I reverse his maneuver, then going into a Panic Grab->Wraparound Wristlock. Either overturn or say bye-bye to four cards. So I keep going till I get 25F. I'll skip to a pivotal moment. He isn't playing a lot of strikes, and I draw a T-Bone Exploder Suplex. Now I could play it as a maneuver, risk it getting reversed, and losing the match. Or just let him bring doom upon himself. So I say, "Your turn." And he draws, and does exactly what I want him to do: a Grapple maneuver. He has about 19 cards left in arsenal. T-BONE. So here he goes, takes the 20D and knows, hey, I've got a second chance...that's what he thought. He tries to pop it, and out comes the Don't Try This At Home I've been squirreling away for THE moment he popped Wrestlemania. That's a pin. That was the match a huge chunk of satisfaction came from.
And that was my tournament day.
Friday, April 22, 2005
Evil RINGO
Old Beatles' musicians, why must you torture me?
So, normally, I will just let these pass by...but now...I just can't.
So early this morning, I get an e-mail from someone wanting me to sign up to Ringo, a universal Address book. I've gotten many of these in my time. All they really do is just add more annoying spam to your e-mail. So I delete it.
8 hours later...I get an e-mail from another person wanting me to sign up. So I delete it again. THEN SOMEONE ELSE SENDS ME IT AN HOUR LATER.
I know have a lot of spare time...but GIVE ME A BREAK...is your address book on your e-mail address really not adequate enough, that you have to have a third-party address book? If so, WHY USE THAT ADDRESS? PLEASE
If you want a universal address book, GO TO THE DOLLAR STORE, BY A NOTEPAD AND A BOX OF PENCILS FOR $2...see? how hard is that? no annoying e-mails.
THE NEXT ONE THAT REQUESTS ME TO GET RINGO DIES
So, normally, I will just let these pass by...but now...I just can't.
So early this morning, I get an e-mail from someone wanting me to sign up to Ringo, a universal Address book. I've gotten many of these in my time. All they really do is just add more annoying spam to your e-mail. So I delete it.
8 hours later...I get an e-mail from another person wanting me to sign up. So I delete it again. THEN SOMEONE ELSE SENDS ME IT AN HOUR LATER.
I know have a lot of spare time...but GIVE ME A BREAK...is your address book on your e-mail address really not adequate enough, that you have to have a third-party address book? If so, WHY USE THAT ADDRESS? PLEASE
If you want a universal address book, GO TO THE DOLLAR STORE, BY A NOTEPAD AND A BOX OF PENCILS FOR $2...see? how hard is that? no annoying e-mails.
THE NEXT ONE THAT REQUESTS ME TO GET RINGO DIES
Friday, April 08, 2005
The week of me getting run over by an 18-wheeler constantly
This week, my poker game has been totally off. Almost every tournament I entered I lost. I was constantly getting sucked out on by horrible players. There's one hand I remember oh so clearly where my three Queens got beat out by some shman holding a 2-4 offsuit who got his straight on the river that knocked me out of the tournament. Of course, that would've never happened if I hadn't been stupid and bet out on pocket 3s when I knew (and I really did know, I just could NOT for the life of me, drag the pointer to the check button, instead, I just bet until I had the player all in with a hand he was not going anywhere with) I was beat.
I've thought about taking a break next week. But there's so many league games that I need to play that I'm not. So I'm just taking a step back in reflecting on why I didn't play so well.
One reason could be because I'm preoccupied with other things. I'm currently building two Raw Deal decks, considering a third, getting ready for a Raw Deal tournament Sunday. On top of that, I'm building a computer program that will allow me to have all my poker clients running on my Linux computer at the same time, and will also be able to be used on Windows and Macintosh, to make every internet poker player's life easier. I just kind of rule that one out, because I'm usually multitasking while playing poker. And that in itself is due in large part to a friend who always messages me even after I tell said friend I'm playing poker, and then after I tell said friend to leave me alone until I'm done playing, so said friend just starts sending five messages per second till I want to kill said friend. Yeah, I got sidetracked on that one.
I think it's that my sleep pattern has been entirely disrupted. I don't know why, but started pulling all nighters again. I have won a tournament after an all-nighter, but that's only one. But I ran well all last week when I was getting to bed around midnight, and waking up at about 9 or 10. I won a tournament, and placed in the money 5 more times, if memory serves me right.
Or maybe I've just got a lot of pent up frustration this week that is getting in the way of keeping a clear head at the table. I don't know about this one, but I know there's a lot of people that have been really irritating me this week, and that could be it.
Or maybe it's just because I didn't break any appendages this week.
I don't know what's the cause yet, but I know something's wrong, considering I've only placed in the money once.
Well, I've got 5 minutes left till I start in at 24hPoker.com in their 5-Card Draw tournament. So I will close for now.
I've thought about taking a break next week. But there's so many league games that I need to play that I'm not. So I'm just taking a step back in reflecting on why I didn't play so well.
One reason could be because I'm preoccupied with other things. I'm currently building two Raw Deal decks, considering a third, getting ready for a Raw Deal tournament Sunday. On top of that, I'm building a computer program that will allow me to have all my poker clients running on my Linux computer at the same time, and will also be able to be used on Windows and Macintosh, to make every internet poker player's life easier. I just kind of rule that one out, because I'm usually multitasking while playing poker. And that in itself is due in large part to a friend who always messages me even after I tell said friend I'm playing poker, and then after I tell said friend to leave me alone until I'm done playing, so said friend just starts sending five messages per second till I want to kill said friend. Yeah, I got sidetracked on that one.
I think it's that my sleep pattern has been entirely disrupted. I don't know why, but started pulling all nighters again. I have won a tournament after an all-nighter, but that's only one. But I ran well all last week when I was getting to bed around midnight, and waking up at about 9 or 10. I won a tournament, and placed in the money 5 more times, if memory serves me right.
Or maybe I've just got a lot of pent up frustration this week that is getting in the way of keeping a clear head at the table. I don't know about this one, but I know there's a lot of people that have been really irritating me this week, and that could be it.
Or maybe it's just because I didn't break any appendages this week.
I don't know what's the cause yet, but I know something's wrong, considering I've only placed in the money once.
Well, I've got 5 minutes left till I start in at 24hPoker.com in their 5-Card Draw tournament. So I will close for now.
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Ok, so I just realized it...
Sometime's I'm a little slow on the uptake. In February, a friend of mine asked if she could have her own board on our message boards. I ok'ed it. Well, just two months later, I finally looked in there, and realized it.
She talked me into giving her that board so that she could have her own private blog!
I got owned.
Sometime's I'm a little slow on the uptake. In February, a friend of mine asked if she could have her own board on our message boards. I ok'ed it. Well, just two months later, I finally looked in there, and realized it.
She talked me into giving her that board so that she could have her own private blog!
I got owned.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
If this week hasn't sucked...
Ok, I broke up with my g/f this week. Yeah it sucks, I hate breaking up with people. I'm amazingly bad at it, considering the amount of times I've gotten dumped in my life, I should know all the lines.
Tuesday, I lock myself out of the freakin house going to get the mail, and had to wait for my friend's brother to get home. Just peachy.
Well, Wednesday I break my toe. I kid you not.
Thursday I go to Barnes & Noble, and try to get Startbucks with a Starbucks gift card someone gave me, and they told me they can't accept it.
And today was just boring.
Oh well, at least I still have Jesus & Poker.
I won a small chunk of change on Ultimate Bet Wednesday during the fiasco of breaking my toe. Then I won a freeroll on Banner Poker that night, winning $15.
Playing through pain is cool.
Tuesday, I lock myself out of the freakin house going to get the mail, and had to wait for my friend's brother to get home. Just peachy.
Well, Wednesday I break my toe. I kid you not.
Thursday I go to Barnes & Noble, and try to get Startbucks with a Starbucks gift card someone gave me, and they told me they can't accept it.
And today was just boring.
Oh well, at least I still have Jesus & Poker.
I won a small chunk of change on Ultimate Bet Wednesday during the fiasco of breaking my toe. Then I won a freeroll on Banner Poker that night, winning $15.
Playing through pain is cool.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Yeah, I'm lazy. Yes I forgot to post on my blog. So, let's see, what do I have to say?
Well, I finally have a poker bankroll. Just a few lucky spots, and I'm up to a whopping $7 in my poker accounts. Wooohoo. Well, it should help out. That's all I needed to start building. And who knows where it'll go from there?
Well, I finally have a poker bankroll. Just a few lucky spots, and I'm up to a whopping $7 in my poker accounts. Wooohoo. Well, it should help out. That's all I needed to start building. And who knows where it'll go from there?
Monday, February 28, 2005
Thursday, October 14, 2004
The Legend of Thong Face
Okay, so Jake came down for the weekend. Me, him, and Jonathan always chill when he comes down. Around this time, Jonathan decided he's an emcee, and decided to battle me on my boards. So i did. And he's been spanked. So as a consolation prize, Jake and I decided that we need to buy him something. So we went into Wal-Mart, left Jonathan in the car, got the packs of poker chips Jonathan and I need for the tournament we're having this weekend. Then we went to get his prize...a thong. We took it out to him, and he threw it back in my face. that's when I got an evil idea...and when i get an evil idea....things....happen....
So here we are, at Taco Bell. I'm standing outside, and Jake and Buckman walk in. They have a walkie-talkie, and so do I. They walk up the counter, start placing an order, and hit the call button on the walkie-talkie, signalling me to come in. I run in there with the thong on my face, and jump around behind them, then run out of there. They're standing in there pretending that they're wondering what the crap just happened, when the manager's like "did you see the guy run in here with the panties on his head?" But it didn't stop there...
Cue us up at Hardee's, Jake and Jonathan are going through the drive thru, and buzz me in, I run in one door, do the exact same thing, walk out the door closest to the drive thru, get back in the car...when they drive off (i'm in the back seat, mind you), i poke my head up, scare the drive thru attendant half to death...now everyone at hardee's thinks i'm omnipresent.
BUT IT DOES NOT END THERE.
Now, here we are at Kroger's drive up gas island. We stop there, don't even get gas. I crawl up under the window. Jake walks up to the window and asks the attendant what the cheapest brand of cigarettes they sell is. She turns around to look, and I pop my head up over the counter, with the thong on my head and a wide-eyed expression on my face, like I just got beamed down from another planet or something. She turns around...and the look on her face...I think she thought she was about to get jacked. I was gonna take the act a little bit further and start tapping on the glass, but after seeing the look on her face, I couldn't stop laughing...I dropped back down out of view, and just started cackling. Jake's trying to pretend nothing happened, and ask about the cigarettes, but then he doubled over at the counter, laughing his face off. I run back over to the car, where jonathan's still trying to come over to the island, about ready to die from laughing, and trying to tell him what happened. It must've been five minutes later before Jake mustered up enough strength to stop laughing and come back to home base.
So then we stop and mcdonald's and meet up with Whittney. she buys a happy meal, and gives us the prize...which i somehow use to make jake die laughing over cellulite. It was that little baby Princess Jasmine doll. Those who know the Steve story should understand this. Here's a dialog that made Jake snot Coke:
(While using doll as a puppet) "Hi, my name is Steve. Would you like to see my cellulite? I know you want to see my cellulite!" *then i lift up her hair, and point to her neck, as Jake is telling me to shut up* "Cellulite!"
then Whittney gets harrassed by her ex-boyfriend. so as we're driving off, we honk at them, while i'm sitting in the backseat, again with the thong on my face.
now it's time to hide the evidence. so on the way to jonathan's house, we stop at the local pharmacist's house, and i get out, and shove the thong in his mailbox. as i look back to the car, jake and jonathan are pulling off, because a car is coming, and they're scared it's the cops, so i take off running after them, open the back seat door, and jump in like it's one of those spy movies, and pretty much crush my ribs in the process.
yes...if you are ever in need of a good laugh, go get two of your friends, get 11 packs of poker chips, 3 dealer buttons, a pair of walkie talkies, and a thong. you'll know what to do from there.
So here we are, at Taco Bell. I'm standing outside, and Jake and Buckman walk in. They have a walkie-talkie, and so do I. They walk up the counter, start placing an order, and hit the call button on the walkie-talkie, signalling me to come in. I run in there with the thong on my face, and jump around behind them, then run out of there. They're standing in there pretending that they're wondering what the crap just happened, when the manager's like "did you see the guy run in here with the panties on his head?" But it didn't stop there...
Cue us up at Hardee's, Jake and Jonathan are going through the drive thru, and buzz me in, I run in one door, do the exact same thing, walk out the door closest to the drive thru, get back in the car...when they drive off (i'm in the back seat, mind you), i poke my head up, scare the drive thru attendant half to death...now everyone at hardee's thinks i'm omnipresent.
BUT IT DOES NOT END THERE.
Now, here we are at Kroger's drive up gas island. We stop there, don't even get gas. I crawl up under the window. Jake walks up to the window and asks the attendant what the cheapest brand of cigarettes they sell is. She turns around to look, and I pop my head up over the counter, with the thong on my head and a wide-eyed expression on my face, like I just got beamed down from another planet or something. She turns around...and the look on her face...I think she thought she was about to get jacked. I was gonna take the act a little bit further and start tapping on the glass, but after seeing the look on her face, I couldn't stop laughing...I dropped back down out of view, and just started cackling. Jake's trying to pretend nothing happened, and ask about the cigarettes, but then he doubled over at the counter, laughing his face off. I run back over to the car, where jonathan's still trying to come over to the island, about ready to die from laughing, and trying to tell him what happened. It must've been five minutes later before Jake mustered up enough strength to stop laughing and come back to home base.
So then we stop and mcdonald's and meet up with Whittney. she buys a happy meal, and gives us the prize...which i somehow use to make jake die laughing over cellulite. It was that little baby Princess Jasmine doll. Those who know the Steve story should understand this. Here's a dialog that made Jake snot Coke:
(While using doll as a puppet) "Hi, my name is Steve. Would you like to see my cellulite? I know you want to see my cellulite!" *then i lift up her hair, and point to her neck, as Jake is telling me to shut up* "Cellulite!"
then Whittney gets harrassed by her ex-boyfriend. so as we're driving off, we honk at them, while i'm sitting in the backseat, again with the thong on my face.
now it's time to hide the evidence. so on the way to jonathan's house, we stop at the local pharmacist's house, and i get out, and shove the thong in his mailbox. as i look back to the car, jake and jonathan are pulling off, because a car is coming, and they're scared it's the cops, so i take off running after them, open the back seat door, and jump in like it's one of those spy movies, and pretty much crush my ribs in the process.
yes...if you are ever in need of a good laugh, go get two of your friends, get 11 packs of poker chips, 3 dealer buttons, a pair of walkie talkies, and a thong. you'll know what to do from there.
Monday, September 13, 2004
This weekend was crazy.
Friday I went to Eldorado to hear Right Hand Man play. Their guitarist and drummer played in Stick Shift with me. Their bassist helped teach me to play.
Anyway, they had equipment borrowed from a Southern Gospel band (ok?), but no one to run it. So they had me run it for them
It was the first time I had ran someone's sound before. So I was nervous. But, I've been around sound boards a lot, and they don't intimidate me.
So I got it all set up, and get the levels checked. And it sounded good! So that was pimp
That night, I stayed at Buckman's house. We watched Kung Pow, but first I had to practice my Korean, which was frustrating, considering Buckman was being an idiot and kept interrupting the guy on the freakin tape with "That's what she said!"
So after that, I went to bed. I woke up the next morning and decided to try to fix his computer again.
And about 1 1/2 hours later, I was able to finally get his modem to work with Mandrake Linux & his 2.6 kernel. Stupid Lucent modems, it took me 3 months to figure out the solution.
So then I went home, where Popcorn day was bustling with drunks. So I ran around and laughed at the crazy drunks and stuff. Then I went to sleep.
Sunday was Sunday.
Monday is always hell. I finished 399 this time in a poker tournament.
So there you have it.
Friday I went to Eldorado to hear Right Hand Man play. Their guitarist and drummer played in Stick Shift with me. Their bassist helped teach me to play.
Anyway, they had equipment borrowed from a Southern Gospel band (ok?), but no one to run it. So they had me run it for them
It was the first time I had ran someone's sound before. So I was nervous. But, I've been around sound boards a lot, and they don't intimidate me.
So I got it all set up, and get the levels checked. And it sounded good! So that was pimp
That night, I stayed at Buckman's house. We watched Kung Pow, but first I had to practice my Korean, which was frustrating, considering Buckman was being an idiot and kept interrupting the guy on the freakin tape with "That's what she said!"
So after that, I went to bed. I woke up the next morning and decided to try to fix his computer again.
And about 1 1/2 hours later, I was able to finally get his modem to work with Mandrake Linux & his 2.6 kernel. Stupid Lucent modems, it took me 3 months to figure out the solution.
So then I went home, where Popcorn day was bustling with drunks. So I ran around and laughed at the crazy drunks and stuff. Then I went to sleep.
Sunday was Sunday.
Monday is always hell. I finished 399 this time in a poker tournament.
So there you have it.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Ok, so here was the fun yesterday.
I was having a rough week. But yesterday was going good. I was in a great mood. So I decided to play the Freeroll Hold Em tournament on Pokeroom.com
Granted, I had played this tournament several times before, and had only gotten up to 1300th place out of 1800 before I busted out. And I had wasted my entire play money bankroll for the day in 2 hours the past two days. So needless to say, luck had not been with me. So I figured, I'll just be happy if I can just make it past 1000 players.
Well, I did. And it didn't stop there. Within about 15 hands after the first 1000 were knocked out, i was in the top 100! So I stayed there for a long time. Then we got down to the final 200. I had a good amount of chips. I was starting to think I might actually win. Then stupidity struck.
I had Ace Queen. Someone pushed all in. I was gonna fold. I press keyboard shortcuts. F1 is to fold, F2 is to call/check, F3 is to bet/raise. I was trying to hit F1, and somehow my finger hit F2. Three callers, two were all in. My opponents had Ace King and Ace Jack, I was in decent position. But then a Jack came on the board, and I was done for.
But how can I complain? 158 out of 1800 is incredible!
Ah here's a screenshot if you don't believe me:
this is where i'm about halfway through my run. As you can see, I was at 67th place at this point. The highest I got was 25th.
I was having a rough week. But yesterday was going good. I was in a great mood. So I decided to play the Freeroll Hold Em tournament on Pokeroom.com
Granted, I had played this tournament several times before, and had only gotten up to 1300th place out of 1800 before I busted out. And I had wasted my entire play money bankroll for the day in 2 hours the past two days. So needless to say, luck had not been with me. So I figured, I'll just be happy if I can just make it past 1000 players.
Well, I did. And it didn't stop there. Within about 15 hands after the first 1000 were knocked out, i was in the top 100! So I stayed there for a long time. Then we got down to the final 200. I had a good amount of chips. I was starting to think I might actually win. Then stupidity struck.
I had Ace Queen. Someone pushed all in. I was gonna fold. I press keyboard shortcuts. F1 is to fold, F2 is to call/check, F3 is to bet/raise. I was trying to hit F1, and somehow my finger hit F2. Three callers, two were all in. My opponents had Ace King and Ace Jack, I was in decent position. But then a Jack came on the board, and I was done for.
But how can I complain? 158 out of 1800 is incredible!
Ah here's a screenshot if you don't believe me:
this is where i'm about halfway through my run. As you can see, I was at 67th place at this point. The highest I got was 25th.
Saturday, August 14, 2004
Friday, April 23, 2004
This is been a horrid week. Again. Well, last week was a cakewalk compared to this week. All because everything that happened last week came to a head this week. I now have yet another friend who refuses to speak to me again. This time, the feeling is mutual. This friend I speak of and myself have had more fights than you could imagine. All of this has been brooded by her other friend, my ex-girlfriend. They always come out looking clean, and I am always the bad guy. Only two people will take my side on this one. Fortunately, they aren't both of my yes-men again. It's only one yes man this time. Personally, I think that my ex is a horrid influence on my friend. But I'm getting so freaking sick of talking about it now. I don't wanna hear any of their names again, but sadly, being such a small community, there's no hope in that.
I know this has torn my friends in two. Most of them are trying to remain neutral, trying not to tick either one of us off. Quite frankly, I wish they'd just choose sides, so I'd know who is for me and who is against me. But they won't. And I know my other friend is trying to get people to choose sides. And quite frankly, she is the queen of the game of drama, so she could probably get them swayed over to her side. Is it my destiny to make everyone who was once a friend an enemy? I know I can't escape arguments. I know I have arguments with my best friends. But over petty BS like this? For the record, you don't even wanna know. Most of the time the arguments are over deep topics, or some hard decisions, or something very stressful. But nothing so petty. And they don't blow up this much. So obviously me and her were never really meant to be friends.
Or maybe it runs deeper than that. Maybe the mistakes I made with my ex destroyed this friendship. I don't know. I don't even wanna think about it. To be completely honest, I just wanna forget about it, and push through it, and just get on with life, and not have to worry about it anymore. I just keep waking up, and wishing that all of a sudden, all this stuff would be forgotten by everybody, and I wouldn't have to wake up and face it, day, after day, after day. I wind up sleeping so much, because I just don't wanna think about it, or any other problem I have. I know I'm depressed, and I know I'm hurting. And I know it sucks. And I know I need to snap myself out of it. But what's the point anymore? Whenever I say that things will be better, and I start getting positive again, something else comes along that just makes everything blow goats again.
I keep trying to make things right. But no matter what, I keep ending up being the one hurt, and everyone else keep coming out clean. I hate that. I just wish that I could just give it all up, and be myself. But everyone seems to start using me as floormat, and I resubmit myself to that fate.
Maybe I SHOULD leave this place. Maybe I SHOULD go to school in a foreign country like I've been wanting to. At least no one there will know me as the floormat I am here, unless they just happen to recognize me from this Xanga.
I don't know. Maybe I'm talking crazy now. All I can say, that thank God that the semester is coming to an end. I need summer break. I need a job. And I need some time to think everything through.
I know this has torn my friends in two. Most of them are trying to remain neutral, trying not to tick either one of us off. Quite frankly, I wish they'd just choose sides, so I'd know who is for me and who is against me. But they won't. And I know my other friend is trying to get people to choose sides. And quite frankly, she is the queen of the game of drama, so she could probably get them swayed over to her side. Is it my destiny to make everyone who was once a friend an enemy? I know I can't escape arguments. I know I have arguments with my best friends. But over petty BS like this? For the record, you don't even wanna know. Most of the time the arguments are over deep topics, or some hard decisions, or something very stressful. But nothing so petty. And they don't blow up this much. So obviously me and her were never really meant to be friends.
Or maybe it runs deeper than that. Maybe the mistakes I made with my ex destroyed this friendship. I don't know. I don't even wanna think about it. To be completely honest, I just wanna forget about it, and push through it, and just get on with life, and not have to worry about it anymore. I just keep waking up, and wishing that all of a sudden, all this stuff would be forgotten by everybody, and I wouldn't have to wake up and face it, day, after day, after day. I wind up sleeping so much, because I just don't wanna think about it, or any other problem I have. I know I'm depressed, and I know I'm hurting. And I know it sucks. And I know I need to snap myself out of it. But what's the point anymore? Whenever I say that things will be better, and I start getting positive again, something else comes along that just makes everything blow goats again.
I keep trying to make things right. But no matter what, I keep ending up being the one hurt, and everyone else keep coming out clean. I hate that. I just wish that I could just give it all up, and be myself. But everyone seems to start using me as floormat, and I resubmit myself to that fate.
Maybe I SHOULD leave this place. Maybe I SHOULD go to school in a foreign country like I've been wanting to. At least no one there will know me as the floormat I am here, unless they just happen to recognize me from this Xanga.
I don't know. Maybe I'm talking crazy now. All I can say, that thank God that the semester is coming to an end. I need summer break. I need a job. And I need some time to think everything through.
Monday, April 19, 2004
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Well, Rick (http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=meatcircus) asked me to post this. I'll make a disclaimer: If you are easily grossed out, DO NOT READ THIS ONE!
The following is how I became a legend of pooping:
I used to be chronically constipated. For some reason (blame on my diet, whatever you want) I would not go. In February of 2003, I was admitted to the hospital because I hadn't gone in about 2 months. Yes, two months. I thought I was gonna die. My physician said I was on the verge of it. Well, they admitted me, and thought that they were gonna have to do invasive surgery. Well, my surgeon was invasive alright, just not with surgery. I think you get the drift. I did not get a finger, I got a hand. Throw up now if you please. He then found out that I had a hernia that was strangulating my bowels and wouldn't let me go. He popped it back so it would no longer be strangulating my bowels. PAIN! Well, things started running smoothly. I took 3 dumps that day.
The next day, they said I had to drink a laxative so that I would be cleared out so that I go in for tests. So I took this sucker. Around 6 PM, I had to go. I got onto the bedside commode to go to work. It felt like I was giving birth. It seemed to come out one millimeter at a time. I was having to breathe like I was doing lamase. I grabbed my IV tree and clung to that for dear life. I swear, I felt my toes curling up into my feet! About 5 minutes later, I hear a loud THUD in the commode. After about 3 minutes, I had caught my breath to get up and look. If I'm lying, I'm dying: the thing was 2 feet long, and about 6 inches in diameter. So I called for a tech to empty it. She did, flushed, and it would not go down. They tried plunging it: IT WOULD NOT GO DOWN. They had to call maintenance in to try to get it down. They had to use a power drill to break it up so that it would flush!
Well, that's the story of how I became a legend of pooping. Now for the story of how I freaked out my youth pastor:
The next day. I went in for a procedure. A colonoscopy. Yay. Well, they gave me an IV drip of pain killers so I could be awake but not feel anything. Well, I went into the room talking. From what I hear, I did not shut up during the entire procedure. I came out of the room talking (I can't remember, but that's what they tell me). I go back to my room and I can't open my eyes! Here comes my youth paster. I'm all like, "Wes man! I can hear you. I know your in here. But I can't see you. Either I've gone blind or I can't open my eyes. Just grab my hand so I'll know you're there." He does. "Yeah, now I see you man!" My eyes are still closed. That's when I told Wes that I now knew why he used to do drugs.
Never give me demerol.
You asked for it Rick.
The following is how I became a legend of pooping:
I used to be chronically constipated. For some reason (blame on my diet, whatever you want) I would not go. In February of 2003, I was admitted to the hospital because I hadn't gone in about 2 months. Yes, two months. I thought I was gonna die. My physician said I was on the verge of it. Well, they admitted me, and thought that they were gonna have to do invasive surgery. Well, my surgeon was invasive alright, just not with surgery. I think you get the drift. I did not get a finger, I got a hand. Throw up now if you please. He then found out that I had a hernia that was strangulating my bowels and wouldn't let me go. He popped it back so it would no longer be strangulating my bowels. PAIN! Well, things started running smoothly. I took 3 dumps that day.
The next day, they said I had to drink a laxative so that I would be cleared out so that I go in for tests. So I took this sucker. Around 6 PM, I had to go. I got onto the bedside commode to go to work. It felt like I was giving birth. It seemed to come out one millimeter at a time. I was having to breathe like I was doing lamase. I grabbed my IV tree and clung to that for dear life. I swear, I felt my toes curling up into my feet! About 5 minutes later, I hear a loud THUD in the commode. After about 3 minutes, I had caught my breath to get up and look. If I'm lying, I'm dying: the thing was 2 feet long, and about 6 inches in diameter. So I called for a tech to empty it. She did, flushed, and it would not go down. They tried plunging it: IT WOULD NOT GO DOWN. They had to call maintenance in to try to get it down. They had to use a power drill to break it up so that it would flush!
Well, that's the story of how I became a legend of pooping. Now for the story of how I freaked out my youth pastor:
The next day. I went in for a procedure. A colonoscopy. Yay. Well, they gave me an IV drip of pain killers so I could be awake but not feel anything. Well, I went into the room talking. From what I hear, I did not shut up during the entire procedure. I came out of the room talking (I can't remember, but that's what they tell me). I go back to my room and I can't open my eyes! Here comes my youth paster. I'm all like, "Wes man! I can hear you. I know your in here. But I can't see you. Either I've gone blind or I can't open my eyes. Just grab my hand so I'll know you're there." He does. "Yeah, now I see you man!" My eyes are still closed. That's when I told Wes that I now knew why he used to do drugs.
Never give me demerol.
You asked for it Rick.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
Some random rants of mine:
Title: Amp Head Shopping And Flaming Imbeciles
Well, yesterday, I became more active in my hunt for an amp head (at least if I can get an amp head, i'll know what kind of cab i should get). So I called hart's, too expensive, and he doesn't have any used heads in. So I called the local pawn shops. Yesterday, I became more passive in my hunt for an amp head.
Here was the dialogue that ensued with the owner of Pat's Pawn in Carmi:
Owner: Pat's Pawn.
Me: Do you have any bass amplifier heads?
Owner: What?
Me: As in, bass guitar amplifiers?
Owner: We have guitar amps.
Me: Good. Do you have any just heads, or amp stacks?
Owner: ...We have guitar amps.
Me: We've resolved that. The question is, do you have just the heads, as in, an amp without the speakers?
Owner: ...We have guitar amps.
Me: ...Ok...well seeing we're not getting anywhere with that...what is the wattage of the amps you have?
Owner: ...We have guitar amps.
Me: YOU ARE A FLAMING IMBECILE! *click*
Round 2:
I found a Tech Soundsystems head friday on ebay. It was a 500 watts...a real supersonic gem. I bid a fair amount. Then I got outbid. I raised my bid. This guy must've went up to 50 bucks, but I'm cheap and I didn't wanna put that much down. I got peed at this nutjob whose bid history included, a yamaha bass
, and polly pockets!
He got outbid...but still...this was a piece of amp head. So, to whomever wins it, I HOPE IT SHORTS OUT, ELECTROCUTES YOU AND YOU DIE!
Round 3:
700W Earth Amp on ebay.
Result:
OUTBID AGAIN
I hope it falls on the guys testicles so he can no longer have sex!
Title: Timeouts and the fun they have with me
Let me clarify this: Websites love timeouts! They love to make you waste time logging back in. Or at least they do to me. Here's several examples to prove that Timeouts have fun screwing with my head:
My e-mail: When I am trying to send an e-mail, I have a server time out. It is an 18 minute timeout. It is the fastest 18 minutes of my life. I type out one paragraph (and granted, I'm a pretty fast typer) and I have to log back in, and I've lost the entire paragraph because I forgot to copy the paragraph I had just typed out, forgetting that timeouts LOVE me!
My tab sites: I do a lot of bass tabbing. When I get bored, I submit a tab. It's what I do. There's a really long song that I tabbed out last night. So I was submitting it today. Well, this is a long process because 1) it's a long song, and 2) I have to figure out the repeat values, because I can't think repeat values when I play, and I don't do them in advance. Again, I get this done, and (wowsers!) fail to copy this to clipboard again, and I get sent back to the login page, where it will no longer let me access the extra super long tab I have just written
Thus leading me to the following conclusion:
Timeouts are the real antichrist!
More later
Title: Amp Head Shopping And Flaming Imbeciles
Well, yesterday, I became more active in my hunt for an amp head (at least if I can get an amp head, i'll know what kind of cab i should get). So I called hart's, too expensive, and he doesn't have any used heads in. So I called the local pawn shops. Yesterday, I became more passive in my hunt for an amp head.
Here was the dialogue that ensued with the owner of Pat's Pawn in Carmi:
Owner: Pat's Pawn.
Me: Do you have any bass amplifier heads?
Owner: What?
Me: As in, bass guitar amplifiers?
Owner: We have guitar amps.
Me: Good. Do you have any just heads, or amp stacks?
Owner: ...We have guitar amps.
Me: We've resolved that. The question is, do you have just the heads, as in, an amp without the speakers?
Owner: ...We have guitar amps.
Me: ...Ok...well seeing we're not getting anywhere with that...what is the wattage of the amps you have?
Owner: ...We have guitar amps.
Me: YOU ARE A FLAMING IMBECILE! *click*
Round 2:
I found a Tech Soundsystems head friday on ebay. It was a 500 watts...a real supersonic gem. I bid a fair amount. Then I got outbid. I raised my bid. This guy must've went up to 50 bucks, but I'm cheap and I didn't wanna put that much down. I got peed at this nutjob whose bid history included, a yamaha bass
, and polly pockets!
He got outbid...but still...this was a piece of amp head. So, to whomever wins it, I HOPE IT SHORTS OUT, ELECTROCUTES YOU AND YOU DIE!
Round 3:
700W Earth Amp on ebay.
Result:
OUTBID AGAIN
I hope it falls on the guys testicles so he can no longer have sex!
Title: Timeouts and the fun they have with me
Let me clarify this: Websites love timeouts! They love to make you waste time logging back in. Or at least they do to me. Here's several examples to prove that Timeouts have fun screwing with my head:
My e-mail: When I am trying to send an e-mail, I have a server time out. It is an 18 minute timeout. It is the fastest 18 minutes of my life. I type out one paragraph (and granted, I'm a pretty fast typer) and I have to log back in, and I've lost the entire paragraph because I forgot to copy the paragraph I had just typed out, forgetting that timeouts LOVE me!
My tab sites: I do a lot of bass tabbing. When I get bored, I submit a tab. It's what I do. There's a really long song that I tabbed out last night. So I was submitting it today. Well, this is a long process because 1) it's a long song, and 2) I have to figure out the repeat values, because I can't think repeat values when I play, and I don't do them in advance. Again, I get this done, and (wowsers!) fail to copy this to clipboard again, and I get sent back to the login page, where it will no longer let me access the extra super long tab I have just written
Thus leading me to the following conclusion:
Timeouts are the real antichrist!
More later
Monday, April 05, 2004
Friday, April 02, 2004
So today, I get a PM from one of my friends on Stick Shift's message board. He wants me to call him because he's out of it, he doesn't know what to do, and wants ME to help him.
Needless to say, I can't call him back. I'm in the same boat
I'm getting tired of people expecting me to be the crutch for them. It's ME that needs the crutch. And I'm sick of putting that aside when someone else feels the same way, just because I'm EXPECTED to.
It's always the same thing. Whenever they have problems, I'm one of the first people to hear about it. Whenever I have problems, no one wants to hear it. It's gay. Just plain gay.
I love my friends, but if I get one more message from a friend saying to call him because he has problems that he wants ME to solve...I'm gonna snap.
God, I need a vacation.
Needless to say, I can't call him back. I'm in the same boat
I'm getting tired of people expecting me to be the crutch for them. It's ME that needs the crutch. And I'm sick of putting that aside when someone else feels the same way, just because I'm EXPECTED to.
It's always the same thing. Whenever they have problems, I'm one of the first people to hear about it. Whenever I have problems, no one wants to hear it. It's gay. Just plain gay.
I love my friends, but if I get one more message from a friend saying to call him because he has problems that he wants ME to solve...I'm gonna snap.
God, I need a vacation.
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