Then say it...
YOU LIKE DARTS.
YOU LIKE DARTS.
BE ONE OF US STEVEN...BE PART OF THE DART PART...Y.
GWAHAHA!
Apr 14, 2005
So it seems to me that I want to get into a lot of different type of hobbies which unforutnately means that sometimes I can't master everything that I pick up. I guess the good thing is that one hobby of poker never gets boring to me. Filmmaking also gets me excited. Yet I always pick up different little hobbies along the way. Some might think this is absurd since there is no way in life to master all these different hobbies. To that I say that life is fucking short. If I want to try something brand new I go ahead and do it. The more I stick on my plate the more I have to decide what gets shoved to the side and what is the next succulent piece of food to enters my mouth and that is fine with me. So to my latest hobby...
DARTS.
That's right Steve. Darts. Darts was a game that I was always kind of interested to get into or at least learn. Again I think it goes hand in hand with billiards. I like pool a lot, but I also like how mysterious it all is. I think it is because you have no fucking clue who is good at pool until you get hustled. That is part of the magic of it. Money gets exchanged all the time if you play for money and darts in my mind goes wih those collection of games that money can easily be added to add another dimension to it. Steve will say that I only got ino darts after watching the dart finals on television with him. Of course this might have got me jump started on taking up darts, but I always wished we had a dartboard to go along with our imaginary pool table. So I jumped off and bought a dartboard and some darts. Before you dismiss my ass for trying another hobby and then forgetting about it...check it.
I went into the store called Mr. Dartz'a. Who the hell knew that there was a store that specialized in darts...so close to my house. It is right across the street from Barnes and Noble on Stevens Creek. So I go in there and straight up tell the lady that I know nothing about darts. She was very helpful in giving me a dartboard and then let me try out a bunch of darts before I bought them.
Now never having thrown any real steel tip darts, I was suprised that right off the bat I was able to tell a difference between all the different darts. This of course makes me even more excited about getting into darts. You can shape and customize your set of darts to any millions of combinations. I myself went with a 80 percent Tungsten 25g barrel with a alluminum shaft and standard flights. That sounds nerdy but that is how helpful the store was. The fact that I can customize my darts has me going online to find the right style and weight of dart for me. This is awesome.
Now Steve looked down at me for getting a dartboard. Perhaps if I said that I was going to pick up clubbing he would have been happier. I'm not sure he sees the potential in darts. =) I asked Steve if he ever had any type of family fun night at all. He said that he can't really recall ever doing that with his family, other than vacations. Well my family was poor so we had to stick to board games and such...so while darts is something that I really wanted to get into in the first place, I really see potential in my family and all of us having a fun time throwing sharp objects at the board.
Bryant came over last night and I think he started to like it. He laughed when I heard, but I think he might like it now. My dad used to play in high school (I swear to god, anything having to do with money he played it as a teenager...except for poker...and I'm guessing he wasn't good at money management since he had me...what a bad beat) and I know he wants to get his own set that only he can use. My mom is already getting a lighter weight dart set since we could tell that her darts were wobbling a bit. So now she will have her own set of darts! Steve even tried playing and while he didn't look totally engrossed in it...he did want a second match against my dad.
So I will end this blog in saying I hope everyone can enjoy darts when they come over. Oh the other cool thing about darts is that the most respected darts on the market go for 120 bucks as a set of three. Yet this is ridiculously extreme, but just look at that...for the best set money can buy you are going to spend 120 bucks. You want to get into any other game you are going to spend a shitload more money. The set I bought cost 28 bucks. And the store said they were awesome and that 75 percent of all professional darts go for 30-60 bucks. You can change the barrel for like 5 bucks each and don't get me started on the flights which give your darts personality. The flights are the wings on the end of the dart. These go for like 2 bucks for the whole set of three. So if you want to get into darts with me just go in knowing that you will spend no more than 32 bucks to get your own set that only you are allowed to touch! With your own designed flights as well as different shapes that you can choose for...you can have a one of a kind set of darts!
Mr. Dartz'a is waiting for you! Hehe.
DARTS.
That's right Steve. Darts. Darts was a game that I was always kind of interested to get into or at least learn. Again I think it goes hand in hand with billiards. I like pool a lot, but I also like how mysterious it all is. I think it is because you have no fucking clue who is good at pool until you get hustled. That is part of the magic of it. Money gets exchanged all the time if you play for money and darts in my mind goes wih those collection of games that money can easily be added to add another dimension to it. Steve will say that I only got ino darts after watching the dart finals on television with him. Of course this might have got me jump started on taking up darts, but I always wished we had a dartboard to go along with our imaginary pool table. So I jumped off and bought a dartboard and some darts. Before you dismiss my ass for trying another hobby and then forgetting about it...check it.
I went into the store called Mr. Dartz'a. Who the hell knew that there was a store that specialized in darts...so close to my house. It is right across the street from Barnes and Noble on Stevens Creek. So I go in there and straight up tell the lady that I know nothing about darts. She was very helpful in giving me a dartboard and then let me try out a bunch of darts before I bought them.
Now never having thrown any real steel tip darts, I was suprised that right off the bat I was able to tell a difference between all the different darts. This of course makes me even more excited about getting into darts. You can shape and customize your set of darts to any millions of combinations. I myself went with a 80 percent Tungsten 25g barrel with a alluminum shaft and standard flights. That sounds nerdy but that is how helpful the store was. The fact that I can customize my darts has me going online to find the right style and weight of dart for me. This is awesome.
Now Steve looked down at me for getting a dartboard. Perhaps if I said that I was going to pick up clubbing he would have been happier. I'm not sure he sees the potential in darts. =) I asked Steve if he ever had any type of family fun night at all. He said that he can't really recall ever doing that with his family, other than vacations. Well my family was poor so we had to stick to board games and such...so while darts is something that I really wanted to get into in the first place, I really see potential in my family and all of us having a fun time throwing sharp objects at the board.
Bryant came over last night and I think he started to like it. He laughed when I heard, but I think he might like it now. My dad used to play in high school (I swear to god, anything having to do with money he played it as a teenager...except for poker...and I'm guessing he wasn't good at money management since he had me...what a bad beat) and I know he wants to get his own set that only he can use. My mom is already getting a lighter weight dart set since we could tell that her darts were wobbling a bit. So now she will have her own set of darts! Steve even tried playing and while he didn't look totally engrossed in it...he did want a second match against my dad.
So I will end this blog in saying I hope everyone can enjoy darts when they come over. Oh the other cool thing about darts is that the most respected darts on the market go for 120 bucks as a set of three. Yet this is ridiculously extreme, but just look at that...for the best set money can buy you are going to spend 120 bucks. You want to get into any other game you are going to spend a shitload more money. The set I bought cost 28 bucks. And the store said they were awesome and that 75 percent of all professional darts go for 30-60 bucks. You can change the barrel for like 5 bucks each and don't get me started on the flights which give your darts personality. The flights are the wings on the end of the dart. These go for like 2 bucks for the whole set of three. So if you want to get into darts with me just go in knowing that you will spend no more than 32 bucks to get your own set that only you are allowed to touch! With your own designed flights as well as different shapes that you can choose for...you can have a one of a kind set of darts!
Mr. Dartz'a is waiting for you! Hehe.
Apr 8, 2005
Apr 4, 2005
Well look who blogged. I think that makes it 1 more time than you posted in Korea. Good work. If I find out you are not playing The Sims and rather getting your soccer career started I will be very sad and hurt.
Now onto the more important things in life...like me.
So on Sunday night I got all dressed up in my "poker" attire that I am going to try to wear while playing and headed out to my Aunt Mimi's house to see my cousin JoJo. I spelled it like that girl singer for a purpose. Not that he fills his mind with this trash that gets written on this blog, mostly by me. Anyway after watching Stitch play with his pillow and acting like a goof we decided to call it a night at around 9 o'clock. Thinking to myself I thought that I got a good nap in that afternoon so I was mentally okay to tackle cards. I told myself that I was going to put up one in play and if I lost it then I'd be done no matter how good the game was. After all I remembered that I did have work on Monday morning at 5 o'clock.
My mom wished me good luck because when she does I seem to win more often than not. My dad scolded me for my gambling habit and I was on my way. Withen 45 seconds I was already there at Bay101. If the Zanone's don't move by the time Stitch is 21...he will develop a gambling habit for sure.
I get there at Bay and suprised to see that everyone in San Jose seems to like to play cards at 9 at night on a Sunday. I stick my name on the board and watch the higher stakes games. I vow to myself that I will one day be playing there and crushing them.
At around 9:30 my name, Brandon gets called and I'm sat down at a quiet table with a bunch of older guys. One guy kind of looked like Howard Lederer except he cried a lot more. Then two guys that were 22 and 23 years old (I asked them) sat to my right and I started up a conversation with them. After all they were white so I figured they spoke good english. After about 15 minutes talking to them they decided to finally ask me how long I have been playing cards. I tell them that I knew from WPT about Texas Hold'em and played in some home tournaments. They laughed and they started telling me about the typical low limit bullshit that I myself like to hear. Phrases like...
"I don't even raise with AK becuase they always get beaten."
"I hate pocket Jacks, they never hold up."
"My aces got cracked blah blah blah times tonight, I swear everyone chases."
To my suprise the older guy who I thought knew the game somewhat (I just saw him shuffle chips and talk about some odds so I put him on being a good player...on a side note I always put everyone at the table as the best player ever until proven otherwise) started agreeing with these younger guys. This was awesome.
I decided that I would coffee house a bit. You probably won't believe me because it sounds stupid, but I decided to raise with mediocre shit and call someone down all the way to the river. HOWEVER, only on flops where it was clear that second and third pair were beat badly. One hand I raised it up from early position with pocket 3's. I got three callers and the board came up absolutly shitty for my hand. Perfect. So the guy with the Ace and big kicker who called my raise obviously has me beat to a pulp. However I go ahead and bet and he raises me. The two other "smarter" players fold since they know someone has the ace. I look at my cards again and I go ahead and call. Now looking like an idiot I go ahead and check and he becomes perplexed. He bets it out and I raise on the turn. Now this wasn't just me advertising completely, I wanted to try a pure bluff at this table and see the reactions...hey who knows, it might work?
Yeah well he called. I checked on the river and he bet out. I called. He flipped over his aces and I flipped over my pocket threes. I swear to god people need to pay attention to their own fucking chips and stop playing my cards. Haha. The two guys on my right was like...you knew he had the ace. What were you thinking? I said that it was a pocket pair. The older gentleman who won the pot off me looked at me and smirked. He couldn't believe he got paid off the way he did. So for the record I totally have an image of being an idiot. I just spoke loud enough to the other two guys next to me so the other players might be able to hear me so it wouldn't seem fucking strange.
"I couldn't lay those down. It was a pocket pair."
So for that hand it cost me 18 bucks to make an idiot of myself. So after a while of calling a lot of flops with mediocre hands to show I was a looser player (and yes, for the record people do notice these things if it happens over and over again. Even the ones that aren't looking for signs or tells can make out whether you only raise three times a night and fold 99 percent of your hands) I was down to about 40 bucks. I decided that if I was going to make it back I better get on it.
So I got right into my normal game and adjusted accordingly to the table. And guess what...what those two younger guys said and the other people agreeing with them was absolutly true. They really didn't raise preflop and were scared of the fucking nuts every hand. This was fucking awesome.
I know your bored so to make a long story short I decided that the table was good enough for me to go past my 12 o'clock curfew. The other people couldn't believe my "luck" as I kept winning, then losing it some then winning it all back and then some. It was up and down but in general I was building my stacks of 30 chips.
By the time it was about 2 o'clock I had the chip lead at the table (I know its not a tournament, but you know how much more aggressive you can seem to be with a bigger stack) with 13 stacks of 30 and 2 one hundred dollar chips on top. The crazy thing about this game was that whenever I had a hand and every once in a while the nuts, they would shake their head and couldn't believe it. The two younger guys who were losing money because of their pussiness said they coudln't believe it and I told them I wouldn't ever come back so I can be up in poker for the rest of my life.
Well I wish I could say I left with a nickel, but I suffered some bad beats and by the time I got out of there at around 3 o'clock and I had about 370 dollars in profit.
In case you didn't know, I love poker. Perhaps that is one of my main weaknesses, I could have left with 500 IN PROFIT which is RIDICULOUS for those limits, but I loved the game so much that I sat there and played. But whatever. I ain't mad. I lost 130 bucks making more moves...perhaps in the future I can learn to love the game, but remember that the priority is making money at this point so I can continue to practice the game...rather than love the game so much that it drives me into the ground.
Now onto the more important things in life...like me.
So on Sunday night I got all dressed up in my "poker" attire that I am going to try to wear while playing and headed out to my Aunt Mimi's house to see my cousin JoJo. I spelled it like that girl singer for a purpose. Not that he fills his mind with this trash that gets written on this blog, mostly by me. Anyway after watching Stitch play with his pillow and acting like a goof we decided to call it a night at around 9 o'clock. Thinking to myself I thought that I got a good nap in that afternoon so I was mentally okay to tackle cards. I told myself that I was going to put up one in play and if I lost it then I'd be done no matter how good the game was. After all I remembered that I did have work on Monday morning at 5 o'clock.
My mom wished me good luck because when she does I seem to win more often than not. My dad scolded me for my gambling habit and I was on my way. Withen 45 seconds I was already there at Bay101. If the Zanone's don't move by the time Stitch is 21...he will develop a gambling habit for sure.
I get there at Bay and suprised to see that everyone in San Jose seems to like to play cards at 9 at night on a Sunday. I stick my name on the board and watch the higher stakes games. I vow to myself that I will one day be playing there and crushing them.
At around 9:30 my name, Brandon gets called and I'm sat down at a quiet table with a bunch of older guys. One guy kind of looked like Howard Lederer except he cried a lot more. Then two guys that were 22 and 23 years old (I asked them) sat to my right and I started up a conversation with them. After all they were white so I figured they spoke good english. After about 15 minutes talking to them they decided to finally ask me how long I have been playing cards. I tell them that I knew from WPT about Texas Hold'em and played in some home tournaments. They laughed and they started telling me about the typical low limit bullshit that I myself like to hear. Phrases like...
"I don't even raise with AK becuase they always get beaten."
"I hate pocket Jacks, they never hold up."
"My aces got cracked blah blah blah times tonight, I swear everyone chases."
To my suprise the older guy who I thought knew the game somewhat (I just saw him shuffle chips and talk about some odds so I put him on being a good player...on a side note I always put everyone at the table as the best player ever until proven otherwise) started agreeing with these younger guys. This was awesome.
I decided that I would coffee house a bit. You probably won't believe me because it sounds stupid, but I decided to raise with mediocre shit and call someone down all the way to the river. HOWEVER, only on flops where it was clear that second and third pair were beat badly. One hand I raised it up from early position with pocket 3's. I got three callers and the board came up absolutly shitty for my hand. Perfect. So the guy with the Ace and big kicker who called my raise obviously has me beat to a pulp. However I go ahead and bet and he raises me. The two other "smarter" players fold since they know someone has the ace. I look at my cards again and I go ahead and call. Now looking like an idiot I go ahead and check and he becomes perplexed. He bets it out and I raise on the turn. Now this wasn't just me advertising completely, I wanted to try a pure bluff at this table and see the reactions...hey who knows, it might work?
Yeah well he called. I checked on the river and he bet out. I called. He flipped over his aces and I flipped over my pocket threes. I swear to god people need to pay attention to their own fucking chips and stop playing my cards. Haha. The two guys on my right was like...you knew he had the ace. What were you thinking? I said that it was a pocket pair. The older gentleman who won the pot off me looked at me and smirked. He couldn't believe he got paid off the way he did. So for the record I totally have an image of being an idiot. I just spoke loud enough to the other two guys next to me so the other players might be able to hear me so it wouldn't seem fucking strange.
"I couldn't lay those down. It was a pocket pair."
So for that hand it cost me 18 bucks to make an idiot of myself. So after a while of calling a lot of flops with mediocre hands to show I was a looser player (and yes, for the record people do notice these things if it happens over and over again. Even the ones that aren't looking for signs or tells can make out whether you only raise three times a night and fold 99 percent of your hands) I was down to about 40 bucks. I decided that if I was going to make it back I better get on it.
So I got right into my normal game and adjusted accordingly to the table. And guess what...what those two younger guys said and the other people agreeing with them was absolutly true. They really didn't raise preflop and were scared of the fucking nuts every hand. This was fucking awesome.
I know your bored so to make a long story short I decided that the table was good enough for me to go past my 12 o'clock curfew. The other people couldn't believe my "luck" as I kept winning, then losing it some then winning it all back and then some. It was up and down but in general I was building my stacks of 30 chips.
By the time it was about 2 o'clock I had the chip lead at the table (I know its not a tournament, but you know how much more aggressive you can seem to be with a bigger stack) with 13 stacks of 30 and 2 one hundred dollar chips on top. The crazy thing about this game was that whenever I had a hand and every once in a while the nuts, they would shake their head and couldn't believe it. The two younger guys who were losing money because of their pussiness said they coudln't believe it and I told them I wouldn't ever come back so I can be up in poker for the rest of my life.
Well I wish I could say I left with a nickel, but I suffered some bad beats and by the time I got out of there at around 3 o'clock and I had about 370 dollars in profit.
In case you didn't know, I love poker. Perhaps that is one of my main weaknesses, I could have left with 500 IN PROFIT which is RIDICULOUS for those limits, but I loved the game so much that I sat there and played. But whatever. I ain't mad. I lost 130 bucks making more moves...perhaps in the future I can learn to love the game, but remember that the priority is making money at this point so I can continue to practice the game...rather than love the game so much that it drives me into the ground.
Mar 31, 2005
DISCLAIMER: Not aimed toward Derek or any other religious people I know. All of you are still my friends even though I dont' believe what you believe and that is enough to give you the upmost respect from me. Now onto the bashing.
Yeah time for me to jump all over disabled women without feeding tubes down their necks. Of course I'm talking about Terri Schiavo. I don't really know why I'm talking about this considering that all in all I don't really care either which way, but it is an interesting topic that I can humor and examine myself with.
The first thing that gets me laughing is the fact that all these religious people have come out of the woodworks and started talking about pro-life and using this as a way to get their ideologies out to people like me who don't care. I believe what I believe and you believe what you believe, the difference is that I don't push it on anyone. Besides the religious figures that are close to the Schindler and the Schiavo family, the rest can get off my television. You are using this women who is in enough pain already (Not eating for 13 days? Damn.) and you are using her as a platform for another agenda.
Second goes out to the both the families. Apparently these people have never seen Soul Food. The family has got to come together in this tragic time, but NAH. Not today. They'd rather argue and argue and argue even when she just died today. Ridiculous. For one, the Schindler family...HELLLLOOOO, wake up. She married somebody and she told her husband that she didn't want to be put on artificial life. Respect it.
Then again they could have run a simple test to see that whether or not she really was brain dead. The husband I guess decided against it. That is kind of shady in itself. But here is the real question...
DOES YOUR BRAIN FIRING OFF LITTLE JOLTS OF ELECTRICITY COUNT AS NOT BEING IN A VEGATATIVE STATE?
I mean I'm not doctor, but I'm pretty sure artificial life means any mechanical device that keeps you alive. Again take my opinion with a grain of salt, but I'm pretty sure that Terri Schiavo not being able to eat and having a feeding tube down her throat just to survive counts as artifical life. Again I'm not sure, but I think she really is DEAD so it was keeping her alive. Perhaps God needed her for whatever special reason...as a doorstop perhaps...
Now some can make an argument about...well maybe she just couldn't speak for herself. Well getting rid of that tube is probably a good place to start (that is kind of fucked up hehe), but she coudn't write, she couldn't respond so all they had going was what she supposedly said to her husband about letting her die.
In fact I'm probably putting the blame in the wrong hands. It is neither the Schindler's fault or the Schiavo's fault. It is in fact Terri Schiavo. There I said it. She fucked up. And yet all of us are with her in the same boat since I bet none of us have even considered the possiblity of us being in a vegatative state. Of course this blog isn't legally binding, but let us set this record straight...and while I'm at it I'm going to write my obituary as well. This blog sure did take a morbid turn of events...as if a crippled dying wasn't morbid enough...
I BRENDAN OF SOMEWHAT SOUND MIND AND BODY DECIDE THAT IF I AM PUT ON ANY FORM OF ARTIIFICIAL LIFE AND I CANNOT RESPOND TO EVEN A FRIGG'N FLASHLIGHT IN MY EYES OR JESSICA ALBA NAKED IN THE GQ SPREAD THAT YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND PULL THE PLUG. IN FACT I'LL LET YOU GUYS PUT ALL YOUR NAMES IN A HAT AND WHOMEVER WINS GETS TO PULL THE PLUG. FUCK THE TESTS. THEY COST MONEY. SO WHAT IF LITTLE JOLTS OF ELECTRICITY ARE GOING THROUGH MY HEAD...THAT IS PROBABLY JUST TELLING MY HEART TO KEEP ON BEATING IN MY DEAD, LIFELESS BODY. OH YEAH, BUT BEFORE YOU PULL THE PLUG GIVE ME 25 YEARS TO COME AROUND. HAHA. THAT WAY IT CAN BE LIKE FOREVER YOUNG WITH MEL GIBSON AND I WOULD WAKE UP TO ALL MY FRIENDS PROBABLY DEAD AND NO FAMILY WHATSOEVER. IT'LL BE LIKE DEMOLITION MAN AND I'LL BE A CRAZY OLD LOON LIKE BRAD PITT IN 12 MONKEYS. AND DON'T WE ALL WANT TO BE LIKE BRAD PITT?
Now for my obituary. I thought long and hard, but decided not to make it poetic, but straight to the point...BLuckyDay styles.
Brendan was a lazy person who enjoyed life so much he didn't do anything with it. He always observed without living and him dying is probably for the better. He loved Nintendo and hated Jaguar. His skills in Lumines is unmatched. He loved Poker and was a cocky bastard that used his skills of reading opponents to his upmost advantage because lets face it...he was no fucking genius...there is no way he could calculate pot odds or implied odds or anything having to do with probability...on that note he loved to coffeehouse. Had a cellphone older than balls. Garden State is WAY FUCKING SUPERIOR THAN NAPOLEAN FAGGOT. AND ANYONE WHO LIKED NAPOLEAN CAN SUCK HIS LIFELESS DICK. Brendan cared for his family and even killed Kylie the fuckbitch who screwed Ricki over, but somehow she is still ignorant of that fact. Wondered why his parents kept him and ponders if they knew that animal skin condoms don't work that well. Or that bleach isn't a spermicide. Wait is it? Can't wait to meet Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly beyond the gates (haha Derek, I'm scaling the walls because I've played Splinter Cell) and will act like a total gentleman around them. Was a good person that loved sarcasm. In fact he was surrounded by all his friends in his time of death...they are the ones laughing and giggling like little bitches in the 11th row of the church (He had lots of family that gets priority seating). You guys can fight over who gets what, but Jonathan has taken kickboxing so watch out. Plus he really wants a television. Peace and I'll see you in spirit when your having sex with your significant other. Except for Kevin and Bryant. EWWW.
Haha.
Yeah time for me to jump all over disabled women without feeding tubes down their necks. Of course I'm talking about Terri Schiavo. I don't really know why I'm talking about this considering that all in all I don't really care either which way, but it is an interesting topic that I can humor and examine myself with.
The first thing that gets me laughing is the fact that all these religious people have come out of the woodworks and started talking about pro-life and using this as a way to get their ideologies out to people like me who don't care. I believe what I believe and you believe what you believe, the difference is that I don't push it on anyone. Besides the religious figures that are close to the Schindler and the Schiavo family, the rest can get off my television. You are using this women who is in enough pain already (Not eating for 13 days? Damn.) and you are using her as a platform for another agenda.
Second goes out to the both the families. Apparently these people have never seen Soul Food. The family has got to come together in this tragic time, but NAH. Not today. They'd rather argue and argue and argue even when she just died today. Ridiculous. For one, the Schindler family...HELLLLOOOO, wake up. She married somebody and she told her husband that she didn't want to be put on artificial life. Respect it.
Then again they could have run a simple test to see that whether or not she really was brain dead. The husband I guess decided against it. That is kind of shady in itself. But here is the real question...
DOES YOUR BRAIN FIRING OFF LITTLE JOLTS OF ELECTRICITY COUNT AS NOT BEING IN A VEGATATIVE STATE?
I mean I'm not doctor, but I'm pretty sure artificial life means any mechanical device that keeps you alive. Again take my opinion with a grain of salt, but I'm pretty sure that Terri Schiavo not being able to eat and having a feeding tube down her throat just to survive counts as artifical life. Again I'm not sure, but I think she really is DEAD so it was keeping her alive. Perhaps God needed her for whatever special reason...as a doorstop perhaps...
Now some can make an argument about...well maybe she just couldn't speak for herself. Well getting rid of that tube is probably a good place to start (that is kind of fucked up hehe), but she coudn't write, she couldn't respond so all they had going was what she supposedly said to her husband about letting her die.
In fact I'm probably putting the blame in the wrong hands. It is neither the Schindler's fault or the Schiavo's fault. It is in fact Terri Schiavo. There I said it. She fucked up. And yet all of us are with her in the same boat since I bet none of us have even considered the possiblity of us being in a vegatative state. Of course this blog isn't legally binding, but let us set this record straight...and while I'm at it I'm going to write my obituary as well. This blog sure did take a morbid turn of events...as if a crippled dying wasn't morbid enough...
I BRENDAN OF SOMEWHAT SOUND MIND AND BODY DECIDE THAT IF I AM PUT ON ANY FORM OF ARTIIFICIAL LIFE AND I CANNOT RESPOND TO EVEN A FRIGG'N FLASHLIGHT IN MY EYES OR JESSICA ALBA NAKED IN THE GQ SPREAD THAT YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND PULL THE PLUG. IN FACT I'LL LET YOU GUYS PUT ALL YOUR NAMES IN A HAT AND WHOMEVER WINS GETS TO PULL THE PLUG. FUCK THE TESTS. THEY COST MONEY. SO WHAT IF LITTLE JOLTS OF ELECTRICITY ARE GOING THROUGH MY HEAD...THAT IS PROBABLY JUST TELLING MY HEART TO KEEP ON BEATING IN MY DEAD, LIFELESS BODY. OH YEAH, BUT BEFORE YOU PULL THE PLUG GIVE ME 25 YEARS TO COME AROUND. HAHA. THAT WAY IT CAN BE LIKE FOREVER YOUNG WITH MEL GIBSON AND I WOULD WAKE UP TO ALL MY FRIENDS PROBABLY DEAD AND NO FAMILY WHATSOEVER. IT'LL BE LIKE DEMOLITION MAN AND I'LL BE A CRAZY OLD LOON LIKE BRAD PITT IN 12 MONKEYS. AND DON'T WE ALL WANT TO BE LIKE BRAD PITT?
Now for my obituary. I thought long and hard, but decided not to make it poetic, but straight to the point...BLuckyDay styles.
Brendan was a lazy person who enjoyed life so much he didn't do anything with it. He always observed without living and him dying is probably for the better. He loved Nintendo and hated Jaguar. His skills in Lumines is unmatched. He loved Poker and was a cocky bastard that used his skills of reading opponents to his upmost advantage because lets face it...he was no fucking genius...there is no way he could calculate pot odds or implied odds or anything having to do with probability...on that note he loved to coffeehouse. Had a cellphone older than balls. Garden State is WAY FUCKING SUPERIOR THAN NAPOLEAN FAGGOT. AND ANYONE WHO LIKED NAPOLEAN CAN SUCK HIS LIFELESS DICK. Brendan cared for his family and even killed Kylie the fuckbitch who screwed Ricki over, but somehow she is still ignorant of that fact. Wondered why his parents kept him and ponders if they knew that animal skin condoms don't work that well. Or that bleach isn't a spermicide. Wait is it? Can't wait to meet Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly beyond the gates (haha Derek, I'm scaling the walls because I've played Splinter Cell) and will act like a total gentleman around them. Was a good person that loved sarcasm. In fact he was surrounded by all his friends in his time of death...they are the ones laughing and giggling like little bitches in the 11th row of the church (He had lots of family that gets priority seating). You guys can fight over who gets what, but Jonathan has taken kickboxing so watch out. Plus he really wants a television. Peace and I'll see you in spirit when your having sex with your significant other. Except for Kevin and Bryant. EWWW.
Haha.
Mar 25, 2005
The PSP is a wonderful little thing that makes me believe in some sort of gaming God that was fed up with the DS and lack of launch titles. Steven can't see the potential of buying something a tad bit expensive. Then again I think he should add up all the drinks he has paid for and add those up. Just as ridiculous. But once Steve sees the vivid widescreen come to life, he might just see why 250 dollars is a steal and so far I feel like I ripped Sony off.
The only thing I don't like about it is the analogue stick that is on the bottom left of the PSP. It is a little hard to get to, but I'm sure with some time it will become second nature to me.
Wipeout is fucking awesome and so is Metal Gear Acid. I haven't touched a card playing game since Jonathan and I were fighting our way through the SNK VS Capcom ranks in trying to get that special "S" card. In the end our decks were so fucking powerful that it was purely luck who won at that point since it all mattered on what cards we got in what order. However the real gem of the PSP in my mind is Lumines.
To explain it simply, squares fall that are made up of 2X2 blocks. These blocks only have two colors to them and are arraged differently. Your job is to drop the blocks onto the playing field while trying to create rectangles and squares out of those blocks that fall. The way the blocks clear the screen is by a timeline laser that "wipes" the playing field of your made squares and rectangles.
It seems simple (perhaps not by my explanation) but this is the one of the most addicting games I have ever played. It is in a way like Puzzle Fighter except think 2X2 blocks instead of 1X2 blocks. Yet this game really does reward those who really think ahead. You not only need to figure out where to put the blocks, but also when exactly you need to drop them on the playing field so the laser "wiper" will come by just in time to sweep off the blocks. Next time you see Bryant or I, I strongly recommend you check it out. It's fucking dope.
The other good thing about this game is that every level has a different background and different color scheme. How is this different than any other platform dropping game? Well the backgrounds really are fucking awesome and the sound FX change as you go through the game. So far my favorite is the Ice Stage where the sound really gives you that ambient feel with crystalized sound as the blocks drop.
If you don't care about how I organize music files go ahead and skip this. You ain't miss'n much.
Okay this next paragraph is for j.reid. I think I found a good way to organize music in the Zen. The way I'm going to tag my files is this way...tell me if you or even Jonathan has found a better way (although I know that Jonathan utilizes Winamp playlists when he uses his MP3 player).
Here are the certain troublesome situations that I have tried to deal with in putting in the tags for the Zen player.
If I have an ARTIST and their full album I will create a new folder with that ALBUM title. Simple enough right?
Yet if I have a bunch of singles that was on a bunch of different albums I will go ahead and create another folder within that ARTIST folder labled ARTIST'S NAME COLLECTION.
The reason why I stick the the music in folders instead of just dropping all the music within the ARTISTS folder is becuase if I want a specific song, I can't imagine scrolling down all the Dave Matthews songs just to get to one song. I'd rather go straight to the album it was on. By using folders with the album title and also Misc collections that I have, it cuts down on scrolling.
Now those recommendations on top are nothing new. The most trouble I had was when I had a CD that had various artists on it anyway. Let us take Jonthan's Soul Spectacular collection. It is four discs with like 15 different artists for each CD. This means that if I stuck them in as is, I would have 60 extra artists on my artist list that I have to scroll through (15 artists X 4 CD's). Most of these artists I only have one or two songs for anyway. Seems ridiculous to keep them all there to bunch of the artist folder.
So what I am going to do is put Soul Spectacular Disc One as the ARTIST in the tag files. I will then stick the artist and the track title in the Track Title tag line. This will eliminate having 60 artists in for this collection and will cut down on the scrolling.
You might be saying, well what if I want to search by artist within that Soul Spectacular Disc set? Well this could be a problem, but I have decided after putting every artist in their own folder that it takes too damn long to scroll through. I'm willing to sacrifice the very little chance that I might be saying while driving...
"Man I really feel like listening to 4pm right now." I mean c'mon. They only had one fucking song anyway.
Now that we have stuck in all the songs in the Zen player in the most efficient way possible (in my opinion) then you really need to utilize playlists just like Jonathan does. That way you can customize it anyway that you want and really is the easiest. I mean are you more than likely to say "I want to listen to Brick" or "I feel like listening to Funk."
Since second is the most likely you really want to create a playlist that has a bunch of funk songs that might have a lot of artists that only have 2 or 3 songs that you really enjoy.
And if you ever want to listen to a full album like god forbid, The Beatles 1's then you can easily scroll to it on the artist folder since we eliminated sticking in a bunch of artists with only one hit. Thus elminating excess scrolling.
Werd.
The only thing I don't like about it is the analogue stick that is on the bottom left of the PSP. It is a little hard to get to, but I'm sure with some time it will become second nature to me.
Wipeout is fucking awesome and so is Metal Gear Acid. I haven't touched a card playing game since Jonathan and I were fighting our way through the SNK VS Capcom ranks in trying to get that special "S" card. In the end our decks were so fucking powerful that it was purely luck who won at that point since it all mattered on what cards we got in what order. However the real gem of the PSP in my mind is Lumines.
To explain it simply, squares fall that are made up of 2X2 blocks. These blocks only have two colors to them and are arraged differently. Your job is to drop the blocks onto the playing field while trying to create rectangles and squares out of those blocks that fall. The way the blocks clear the screen is by a timeline laser that "wipes" the playing field of your made squares and rectangles.
It seems simple (perhaps not by my explanation) but this is the one of the most addicting games I have ever played. It is in a way like Puzzle Fighter except think 2X2 blocks instead of 1X2 blocks. Yet this game really does reward those who really think ahead. You not only need to figure out where to put the blocks, but also when exactly you need to drop them on the playing field so the laser "wiper" will come by just in time to sweep off the blocks. Next time you see Bryant or I, I strongly recommend you check it out. It's fucking dope.
The other good thing about this game is that every level has a different background and different color scheme. How is this different than any other platform dropping game? Well the backgrounds really are fucking awesome and the sound FX change as you go through the game. So far my favorite is the Ice Stage where the sound really gives you that ambient feel with crystalized sound as the blocks drop.
If you don't care about how I organize music files go ahead and skip this. You ain't miss'n much.
Okay this next paragraph is for j.reid. I think I found a good way to organize music in the Zen. The way I'm going to tag my files is this way...tell me if you or even Jonathan has found a better way (although I know that Jonathan utilizes Winamp playlists when he uses his MP3 player).
Here are the certain troublesome situations that I have tried to deal with in putting in the tags for the Zen player.
If I have an ARTIST and their full album I will create a new folder with that ALBUM title. Simple enough right?
Yet if I have a bunch of singles that was on a bunch of different albums I will go ahead and create another folder within that ARTIST folder labled ARTIST'S NAME COLLECTION.
The reason why I stick the the music in folders instead of just dropping all the music within the ARTISTS folder is becuase if I want a specific song, I can't imagine scrolling down all the Dave Matthews songs just to get to one song. I'd rather go straight to the album it was on. By using folders with the album title and also Misc collections that I have, it cuts down on scrolling.
Now those recommendations on top are nothing new. The most trouble I had was when I had a CD that had various artists on it anyway. Let us take Jonthan's Soul Spectacular collection. It is four discs with like 15 different artists for each CD. This means that if I stuck them in as is, I would have 60 extra artists on my artist list that I have to scroll through (15 artists X 4 CD's). Most of these artists I only have one or two songs for anyway. Seems ridiculous to keep them all there to bunch of the artist folder.
So what I am going to do is put Soul Spectacular Disc One as the ARTIST in the tag files. I will then stick the artist and the track title in the Track Title tag line. This will eliminate having 60 artists in for this collection and will cut down on the scrolling.
You might be saying, well what if I want to search by artist within that Soul Spectacular Disc set? Well this could be a problem, but I have decided after putting every artist in their own folder that it takes too damn long to scroll through. I'm willing to sacrifice the very little chance that I might be saying while driving...
"Man I really feel like listening to 4pm right now." I mean c'mon. They only had one fucking song anyway.
Now that we have stuck in all the songs in the Zen player in the most efficient way possible (in my opinion) then you really need to utilize playlists just like Jonathan does. That way you can customize it anyway that you want and really is the easiest. I mean are you more than likely to say "I want to listen to Brick" or "I feel like listening to Funk."
Since second is the most likely you really want to create a playlist that has a bunch of funk songs that might have a lot of artists that only have 2 or 3 songs that you really enjoy.
And if you ever want to listen to a full album like god forbid, The Beatles 1's then you can easily scroll to it on the artist folder since we eliminated sticking in a bunch of artists with only one hit. Thus elminating excess scrolling.
Werd.
Mar 13, 2005
FYI - I'm a single man again. Detail more later (if you ask), but this is a thanks to everyone who's helped me in figuring out what I should do. Deep down I always knew the answer, but it helped in talking it out. Here we go again...fo realz this time...
Poker was great this weekend, happy bday to Brendan! You're finally old w/ the rest of us.
Poker was great this weekend, happy bday to Brendan! You're finally old w/ the rest of us.
Mar 11, 2005
So I've been meaning to post about how the poker tourney I played in last weekend was, but just hadn't had the time until now. For those that don't know, I played in my first live tournament in SLO.
Number of players: 160 - 190 approx.
Tables - 20 - 24, 8 players at each.
Format - you start w/ 1500 in chips. Blinds start at 25-50 and doubled each half hour for 2 rounds. Then blinds go up every 20 min. 1 rebuy, 1 addon.
So I was pretty nervous playing at first feeling like the oldest guy at the table (which I was), but luckily I sat next to someone who was pretty talkative. Coincidentally he knows someone from my church, so we had some common in which to converse. The table I sat at was VERY conservative. People only bet when they had a "pretty" good hand, very little on the bluffing. No one really took a big cheap lead throughout. Our table was the only one that did not have anyone drop until after the 3rd round where as other tables were having players rebuy a lot giving the chip leader a big advantage to anyone at our table.
Worst play of the day: I was the small blind and had Q7 (2 other callers, big blind and on the button), i decided to call and the flop turned out to be AA7. So instead of checking, I bet double the pot to get people out. I had one caller who was on the button. On the turn another A comes up giving me a full house. Instead of checking to get some more info, I bet big again and the guy behind me doubles the bet. I called, luckily he was a nice guy to tell me he had the A and checked on the river which I would've folded anyway. So that put quite a hurt on my chips, but I was able to chip back but I was not happy.
Possible other bad call = spot before the dealer was really low on chips and he goes all in, dealer calls, and I'm on the small blind w/ AKo. To call was about 1/3 of my chips, and I did. The flop was 5, 2, 8. I check, the dealer goes all in and I fold. Both players had mid-pairs, so I made the right call there, but wasn't sure if playing the AK was the right thing to do.
After 2 rounds, there's a break. I add on and played a couple more rounds at my low-risk table. Then I get moved to another table. I could tell these guys were suckers with the hands they were playing, raising, and getting mad that they didn't hit (raising triple the bet w/ K8 and getting mad they didn't hit- idiots). So I was stoked, but after two hands it's time for another break. I then get moved to a table where everyone minus two people had more chips then. So I was not very happy. So at about the 6th round, blinds are 500-1000 and with me having 2k in chips I go all in on the dealer button w/ KJ suited. No one else calls except for the big blind (who was semi-oblivious to the fact I had a lot less in chips then him and he went all in haha), and he had 99. Don't remember the cards that came out because there was no J, K or diamonds. I would say overall I went out about 75-80th.
Lessons:
Number of players: 160 - 190 approx.
Tables - 20 - 24, 8 players at each.
Format - you start w/ 1500 in chips. Blinds start at 25-50 and doubled each half hour for 2 rounds. Then blinds go up every 20 min. 1 rebuy, 1 addon.
So I was pretty nervous playing at first feeling like the oldest guy at the table (which I was), but luckily I sat next to someone who was pretty talkative. Coincidentally he knows someone from my church, so we had some common in which to converse. The table I sat at was VERY conservative. People only bet when they had a "pretty" good hand, very little on the bluffing. No one really took a big cheap lead throughout. Our table was the only one that did not have anyone drop until after the 3rd round where as other tables were having players rebuy a lot giving the chip leader a big advantage to anyone at our table.
Worst play of the day: I was the small blind and had Q7 (2 other callers, big blind and on the button), i decided to call and the flop turned out to be AA7. So instead of checking, I bet double the pot to get people out. I had one caller who was on the button. On the turn another A comes up giving me a full house. Instead of checking to get some more info, I bet big again and the guy behind me doubles the bet. I called, luckily he was a nice guy to tell me he had the A and checked on the river which I would've folded anyway. So that put quite a hurt on my chips, but I was able to chip back but I was not happy.
Possible other bad call = spot before the dealer was really low on chips and he goes all in, dealer calls, and I'm on the small blind w/ AKo. To call was about 1/3 of my chips, and I did. The flop was 5, 2, 8. I check, the dealer goes all in and I fold. Both players had mid-pairs, so I made the right call there, but wasn't sure if playing the AK was the right thing to do.
After 2 rounds, there's a break. I add on and played a couple more rounds at my low-risk table. Then I get moved to another table. I could tell these guys were suckers with the hands they were playing, raising, and getting mad that they didn't hit (raising triple the bet w/ K8 and getting mad they didn't hit- idiots). So I was stoked, but after two hands it's time for another break. I then get moved to a table where everyone minus two people had more chips then. So I was not very happy. So at about the 6th round, blinds are 500-1000 and with me having 2k in chips I go all in on the dealer button w/ KJ suited. No one else calls except for the big blind (who was semi-oblivious to the fact I had a lot less in chips then him and he went all in haha), and he had 99. Don't remember the cards that came out because there was no J, K or diamonds. I would say overall I went out about 75-80th.
Lessons:
- I need to play more confident. I was pretty nervous the whole time.
- Need to read people a little better. I need to focus more.
- Vary up my play a little bit.
- Don't call just to call, have a purpose.
Mar 9, 2005
Oh right. It was Scott's. Haha sorry about that!
Tony that was a funny ass phone call. Those Sudhir's sure are funny.
Negreanu and Ivey already back in Vegas. Gus Hanson fucking steaming through the field like he can see other player's cards. Amazing. Tobey Maguire was getting mad that everyone was coming back over the top of him I heard. What a fucking baby. That is why he shouldn't be Spiderman.
16th out of 220 yesterday. I'm sitting in a tournament with 540 entrants. I'm sitting in 60th as of right now out of 197 left. What a long fucking climb to go.
That was a VERY good observation from Jonathan. I didn't even think about WHY the tables average pot size was so high...I'm an idiot...
I'll let you know how this tournament turns out...
Tony that was a funny ass phone call. Those Sudhir's sure are funny.
Negreanu and Ivey already back in Vegas. Gus Hanson fucking steaming through the field like he can see other player's cards. Amazing. Tobey Maguire was getting mad that everyone was coming back over the top of him I heard. What a fucking baby. That is why he shouldn't be Spiderman.
16th out of 220 yesterday. I'm sitting in a tournament with 540 entrants. I'm sitting in 60th as of right now out of 197 left. What a long fucking climb to go.
That was a VERY good observation from Jonathan. I didn't even think about WHY the tables average pot size was so high...I'm an idiot...
I'll let you know how this tournament turns out...
Great story Tony. "... But you should call the number."... hilarity. I'm glad you stuck with it and didn't just agree to call back later. I hate that garbage.
I believe Andy got a better digital cable price when he was gonna leave. Apparently we should periodically try to quit all these memberships to get the good prices.
Brendan... I didn't make any benches for the church. Okay technically I helped, but that was your buddy Scott's project. My benches were for a community center near my house, where as far as I know there were no lame guys waiting for girls to ask THEM to dance. Also as far as I know, they WERE horribly defaced by skateboarders and vandalism.
Sweet painting though.
jhiro.net may indeed rise again, but I've got a different name in mind. And no real design concepts yet. Maybe I should just modify the old one. Or go back to my Street Fighter character select screen idea... To be continued once I get my computer running again.
Steve, sorry you lost your online poker money. You'd probably have done well if you had the guts to play $3-$6. Heh just kidding, that's horrible advice and goes against what I told you earlier. You just have to keep studying and learn through experience. When you're ready (read: WHEN YOU HAVE A JOB), we can talk Party Poker/Empire Poker bonuses. That way you have some cushion to fall back on if the cards screw you over.
I agree with most of Brendan's comments. However, I don't mind seeing friends lose money if it's not that much and it's because they ignored my advice. Because that's just stupid. And "closest" friends... nope, don't think I've ever had one of those.
There is just one aspect I want to address. You obviously want a table full of weak callers who play too many hands too far for too much sucker money. However, I would guess that at those really low stakes players who learned from TV shows (or not at all) are playing a lot of hands, and aggressively. This may be the key to someone like us having trouble. When Brendan and I were starting out at PokerRoom, a good $1-$2 table had 60% seeing the flop and $20 average pots (oh, those days were SWEET). If the $.50-$1 pots are really getting that big, then there's gotta be some raising going on. Give me a table with no preflop raises and I'll gladly sit there all day. But I hate it when any other player raises preflop. That's because it's now costing me more to play a hand I'll probably have to fold when the flop misses me. So remember table selection is an important aspect of winning strategy. If you can find a table with a lot of players coming in for one bet, that's where you wanna be. If they're capping it every round, either find another table or take up religion. The choice is yours, but I think you know which one I'd go with.
I believe Andy got a better digital cable price when he was gonna leave. Apparently we should periodically try to quit all these memberships to get the good prices.
Brendan... I didn't make any benches for the church. Okay technically I helped, but that was your buddy Scott's project. My benches were for a community center near my house, where as far as I know there were no lame guys waiting for girls to ask THEM to dance. Also as far as I know, they WERE horribly defaced by skateboarders and vandalism.
Sweet painting though.
jhiro.net may indeed rise again, but I've got a different name in mind. And no real design concepts yet. Maybe I should just modify the old one. Or go back to my Street Fighter character select screen idea... To be continued once I get my computer running again.
Steve, sorry you lost your online poker money. You'd probably have done well if you had the guts to play $3-$6. Heh just kidding, that's horrible advice and goes against what I told you earlier. You just have to keep studying and learn through experience. When you're ready (read: WHEN YOU HAVE A JOB), we can talk Party Poker/Empire Poker bonuses. That way you have some cushion to fall back on if the cards screw you over.
I agree with most of Brendan's comments. However, I don't mind seeing friends lose money if it's not that much and it's because they ignored my advice. Because that's just stupid. And "closest" friends... nope, don't think I've ever had one of those.
There is just one aspect I want to address. You obviously want a table full of weak callers who play too many hands too far for too much sucker money. However, I would guess that at those really low stakes players who learned from TV shows (or not at all) are playing a lot of hands, and aggressively. This may be the key to someone like us having trouble. When Brendan and I were starting out at PokerRoom, a good $1-$2 table had 60% seeing the flop and $20 average pots (oh, those days were SWEET). If the $.50-$1 pots are really getting that big, then there's gotta be some raising going on. Give me a table with no preflop raises and I'll gladly sit there all day. But I hate it when any other player raises preflop. That's because it's now costing me more to play a hand I'll probably have to fold when the flop misses me. So remember table selection is an important aspect of winning strategy. If you can find a table with a lot of players coming in for one bet, that's where you wanna be. If they're capping it every round, either find another table or take up religion. The choice is yours, but I think you know which one I'd go with.
Nah Steve, I'm not gonna write how your dead wrong. I totally understand what you are Tony are saying about the videogame theory. They don't phsyically see the chips coming from their stacks to me. That definetely changes their play a bit. Also I'm not one to say when one should gamble and when one shouldn't...as well as where one should and where one shouldn't. Now I hate seeing my closest friends losing money (unless its to me...which makes it that much more sweeter, haha!) online with all these megalomaniacs so I'm going to put my 2 cents in. It won't be four pages but hopefully something to think about. And no its not going to criticize you or anyone else...but think of it a chance to see how I deal with them and perhaps...maybe, just maybe it will help you in the future.
IMHO, I don't think that there are such things as short term winners when it comes to playing cards. Perhaps you know of someone who has won short term. Yet the problem is that with the human brain as I understand it, learns through experience. Perhaps they won this money without playing a sound game...well the brain associates their bad play with good winnings. So they tend to play bad and ignore the fact that they might have been wrong. I think we can all take the pros advice when they say that there is a right way to play poker that will help you in the long run. Okay so where is this leading to...
Well I have been in slumps before (you are not even close to my swings) and had to tell my brain that what I was doing wrong even though I might have made some lucky draws with bad play...this is a different form of tilt, but still tilt because I myself associated winning some pots with bad play. This caused me to come to a standstill in terms of poker growth. I too thought as you did. Too many people call with shit, too many people play crazy that I can't win.
You said it that night filled with asparagus. No one in this society wants to blame themselves. It wasn't until after I analyzed my play did I start to win consistently again. This was still when Jonathan was in Berkley so it was a while ago...but so far it has suited me well online and live.
I'm not saying you didn't suffer bad beats. I'm sure there were bad beats. Everyone gets them. Yet you say that you suffered almost all bad beats. Over the past few days you have IMed me saying what beat got you crazy that night...I think I have said this before but...
Only the good players suffer bad/tough beats. This is pretty much poker law. If you play how you are supposed to play, optimize your pot, the odds are with you...there is no other beat than a bad beat. You get your money in when you have the best of it and you still lose. This is because your opponents have to outdraw YOU to win and that is the ONLY way they can win.
Over the past couple of nights I have actually played in the .50 cent and 1 dollar tables to see if there was something that I could give insight on...and the only thing I can say is that the averages at these games have sometimes reached higher than the 1-2 games back in the day. What does this tell you? Well you can be the one that says...
"Man, the pots are huge for this level becuase so many people stay in with stupid shit and will probably beat me."
OR
"Man, the pots are huge for this level because it has so many idiots staying in with long shots, but I don't mind because the positive expecation of each hand goes way up since I don't have to invest too much to begin with. The way I play I WANT calling stations."
Okay so no one talks like that...but I think you are starting to fear callers. I did for a while when I was in the slump. Why does no one give me respect? Well guess what. Calling stations are weak players in my mind. Give me weak players any day than 9 other people who respect my raises and let me win the blinds and only the blinds.
Anyway, the bottom line is that I don't even know poker well enough to consider myself to be good. Yet I constantly look at my hand histories to see if I was getting the odds, could I have played that better etc. To just play poker is not enough to be considered practice. It can be the complete opposite if you somehow trick your brain into bad play = winning.
You have a general understanding of poker. You are probably a step up over other a lot of other people, but the way you are looking at even the smallest stakes poker is costly. No matter what level, if you playing it right, you want callers and idiots. Without them, everyone would be playing poker perfectly and this would mean all of us would even out, more or less.
On the other hand you approach the game differently than me. I want to win in the long run...over the long session. My session has lasted 5 years now. I don't measure it by how many pots I drag in. I try to maximize my winnings over my losses. It seems your poker session will be short sessions on trips to Vegas and Vegas only. That's cool. Just remember that the shorter session you play, the long run, winning tactics don't come into play as much. Enjoy the game and never hit up the ATM! Haha!
Thanks for the picture comment..I like how this one turned out also.
I'll call you up when you get your check. You know you can't resist the urge...oh yeah and so Jonathan will read this...
YOU HAVE BEEN PLAYING ONLINE LATELY, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CRITIQUE WHAT I HAVE SAID. THERE ARE PROBABLY FLAWS IN THE WAY I THINK...LETS HELP THE POOKY TEAM WIN OVER THE MANIACS!
IMHO, I don't think that there are such things as short term winners when it comes to playing cards. Perhaps you know of someone who has won short term. Yet the problem is that with the human brain as I understand it, learns through experience. Perhaps they won this money without playing a sound game...well the brain associates their bad play with good winnings. So they tend to play bad and ignore the fact that they might have been wrong. I think we can all take the pros advice when they say that there is a right way to play poker that will help you in the long run. Okay so where is this leading to...
Well I have been in slumps before (you are not even close to my swings) and had to tell my brain that what I was doing wrong even though I might have made some lucky draws with bad play...this is a different form of tilt, but still tilt because I myself associated winning some pots with bad play. This caused me to come to a standstill in terms of poker growth. I too thought as you did. Too many people call with shit, too many people play crazy that I can't win.
You said it that night filled with asparagus. No one in this society wants to blame themselves. It wasn't until after I analyzed my play did I start to win consistently again. This was still when Jonathan was in Berkley so it was a while ago...but so far it has suited me well online and live.
I'm not saying you didn't suffer bad beats. I'm sure there were bad beats. Everyone gets them. Yet you say that you suffered almost all bad beats. Over the past few days you have IMed me saying what beat got you crazy that night...I think I have said this before but...
Only the good players suffer bad/tough beats. This is pretty much poker law. If you play how you are supposed to play, optimize your pot, the odds are with you...there is no other beat than a bad beat. You get your money in when you have the best of it and you still lose. This is because your opponents have to outdraw YOU to win and that is the ONLY way they can win.
Over the past couple of nights I have actually played in the .50 cent and 1 dollar tables to see if there was something that I could give insight on...and the only thing I can say is that the averages at these games have sometimes reached higher than the 1-2 games back in the day. What does this tell you? Well you can be the one that says...
"Man, the pots are huge for this level becuase so many people stay in with stupid shit and will probably beat me."
OR
"Man, the pots are huge for this level because it has so many idiots staying in with long shots, but I don't mind because the positive expecation of each hand goes way up since I don't have to invest too much to begin with. The way I play I WANT calling stations."
Okay so no one talks like that...but I think you are starting to fear callers. I did for a while when I was in the slump. Why does no one give me respect? Well guess what. Calling stations are weak players in my mind. Give me weak players any day than 9 other people who respect my raises and let me win the blinds and only the blinds.
Anyway, the bottom line is that I don't even know poker well enough to consider myself to be good. Yet I constantly look at my hand histories to see if I was getting the odds, could I have played that better etc. To just play poker is not enough to be considered practice. It can be the complete opposite if you somehow trick your brain into bad play = winning.
You have a general understanding of poker. You are probably a step up over other a lot of other people, but the way you are looking at even the smallest stakes poker is costly. No matter what level, if you playing it right, you want callers and idiots. Without them, everyone would be playing poker perfectly and this would mean all of us would even out, more or less.
On the other hand you approach the game differently than me. I want to win in the long run...over the long session. My session has lasted 5 years now. I don't measure it by how many pots I drag in. I try to maximize my winnings over my losses. It seems your poker session will be short sessions on trips to Vegas and Vegas only. That's cool. Just remember that the shorter session you play, the long run, winning tactics don't come into play as much. Enjoy the game and never hit up the ATM! Haha!
Thanks for the picture comment..I like how this one turned out also.
I'll call you up when you get your check. You know you can't resist the urge...oh yeah and so Jonathan will read this...
YOU HAVE BEEN PLAYING ONLINE LATELY, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CRITIQUE WHAT I HAVE SAID. THERE ARE PROBABLY FLAWS IN THE WAY I THINK...LETS HELP THE POOKY TEAM WIN OVER THE MANIACS!
Mar 8, 2005
I'm not sure, but I think that last sentence that Jonathan wrote was a run on. Of course he meant to do it, but not everything is crystal clear on the internet. Then again I have NO engrish skills whatsoever. In fact it probably isn't even a run on. Sounds like a line I'd put in a paper...worth 70 percent of my grade.
"KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK...AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" If you know any other TV character that can do a 7-10 split on the lanes, I'd like you to name them. Balki was awesome, "Coosin Larry" was not. Raven Symone. Hell yeah she looked like a fucking brat. I'm kind of bitter since she has success now. I thought you needed eyebrows to be beautiful.
All I remember of Reading Rainbow was thinking to myself, "I wish I knew how to read" when all those nerds did their fucking testimonials for their favorite book. So fuck Jorde LaForge and those goggles that look like 60's window blinds. Yeah I know how to spell his name...I hope to God it isn't right. Nah, fuck it. I like that show. It had cool characters and some very interesting plots. I couldn't stand that guy though from Stand By Me...Wesley Crusher...I forgot his name, but he had to wear that gay ass gray uniform with a rainbow around the shoulders. Haha. It sucks to be an ensign...I guess hazing exsists in the future also.
I'm sure all you had your shows that were fucking nerdy. Saved By the Bell doesn't count. I think all those who don't like it are denying themselves of their childhood. That or it was a shitty show. Whatever, Steven and Jonathan are just pissed off becuase they probably has some stupid Boy Scout thing to do on Saturday mornings...they got to watch Hammertime's award winning animation then had to pack up in their Brownie uniform and go off and tie knots. Don't be jealous of those kids whose parents didn't want to be involved. (But both of you are better because you are Eagles...perhaps I'm bitter because I didn't get to build benches for the gymnasium...come to think of it...
If we didn't have those benches Jonathan, everyone might have been dancing than being a wallflower at our YBA dances. You messed it up for everyone and you have no one else to blame but yourself.
Shit, I forgot the measurments didn't I? Okay basically without drawing it you have about a 14 X 20 foot rectangle in which to dance. Don't concern yourself with the stalls. Between the stall doors and the main rectangle you have another 20 feet. I'll draw a picture tonight so you can see the shape.
And since Jonathan hasn't seen this yet, and apparently MentalAbstraction will never be updated again with this pace...
"KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK...AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!" If you know any other TV character that can do a 7-10 split on the lanes, I'd like you to name them. Balki was awesome, "Coosin Larry" was not. Raven Symone. Hell yeah she looked like a fucking brat. I'm kind of bitter since she has success now. I thought you needed eyebrows to be beautiful.
All I remember of Reading Rainbow was thinking to myself, "I wish I knew how to read" when all those nerds did their fucking testimonials for their favorite book. So fuck Jorde LaForge and those goggles that look like 60's window blinds. Yeah I know how to spell his name...I hope to God it isn't right. Nah, fuck it. I like that show. It had cool characters and some very interesting plots. I couldn't stand that guy though from Stand By Me...Wesley Crusher...I forgot his name, but he had to wear that gay ass gray uniform with a rainbow around the shoulders. Haha. It sucks to be an ensign...I guess hazing exsists in the future also.
I'm sure all you had your shows that were fucking nerdy. Saved By the Bell doesn't count. I think all those who don't like it are denying themselves of their childhood. That or it was a shitty show. Whatever, Steven and Jonathan are just pissed off becuase they probably has some stupid Boy Scout thing to do on Saturday mornings...they got to watch Hammertime's award winning animation then had to pack up in their Brownie uniform and go off and tie knots. Don't be jealous of those kids whose parents didn't want to be involved. (But both of you are better because you are Eagles...perhaps I'm bitter because I didn't get to build benches for the gymnasium...come to think of it...
If we didn't have those benches Jonathan, everyone might have been dancing than being a wallflower at our YBA dances. You messed it up for everyone and you have no one else to blame but yourself.
Shit, I forgot the measurments didn't I? Okay basically without drawing it you have about a 14 X 20 foot rectangle in which to dance. Don't concern yourself with the stalls. Between the stall doors and the main rectangle you have another 20 feet. I'll draw a picture tonight so you can see the shape.
And since Jonathan hasn't seen this yet, and apparently MentalAbstraction will never be updated again with this pace...
Mar 7, 2005
How are you gonna hate on Reading Rainbow? I can understand if you don't like Star Trek, smoky white eyes, or blind people, but Levar Burton was a great host. But you don't have to take MY word for it...
How about that little girl on The Cosby Show... you know, the granddaughter who was just annoying and was someone's attempt to add fresh material to the show. Like Elmo... a punk sellout new face, ruining a classic with already lovable characters. Stomp him, Snuffy. "Hi Bird... Bird, I'm sick!"
Or Balki and his lame "Oh my lord" cousin. Or anyone trying to deliver a punchline on Saved by the Bell.
Japanese robe, cool... time to start mentioning how much I like the new Prius. That would be a great moneysaver for our stupid waste of time frustrating traffic punk in the passenger seat sleeping no parking waiting in the rain smelling like peepee trips to SF.
How about that little girl on The Cosby Show... you know, the granddaughter who was just annoying and was someone's attempt to add fresh material to the show. Like Elmo... a punk sellout new face, ruining a classic with already lovable characters. Stomp him, Snuffy. "Hi Bird... Bird, I'm sick!"
Or Balki and his lame "Oh my lord" cousin. Or anyone trying to deliver a punchline on Saved by the Bell.
Japanese robe, cool... time to start mentioning how much I like the new Prius. That would be a great moneysaver for our stupid waste of time frustrating traffic punk in the passenger seat sleeping no parking waiting in the rain smelling like peepee trips to SF.
Mar 3, 2005
Yeah so Steve beat me in a tournament. As long as he knows he dodged the bullet. 77% favorite in my corner after the flop. Now I'm going to hunt Steve down on Pokerroom! Hehe!
Here is an update for all those that don't care. I've been working on my Maya shit and this is the update so far. Excuse the seam in the middle...apparently my teacher is going to teach us how to fix that later. Next up is skinning and modeling the body...
UPDATE: I decided I will make the picture as big as I want it since NO ONE ELSE POSTS HERE! I AM THE WEBMASTER! Anyway I figued it was fine since it was coming down anyway. I just waited for you to confirm that you saw it. The bad news is that I think I'm going to remodel it. Lots of hours down the drain!
Here is an update for all those that don't care. I've been working on my Maya shit and this is the update so far. Excuse the seam in the middle...apparently my teacher is going to teach us how to fix that later. Next up is skinning and modeling the body...
UPDATE: I decided I will make the picture as big as I want it since NO ONE ELSE POSTS HERE! I AM THE WEBMASTER! Anyway I figued it was fine since it was coming down anyway. I just waited for you to confirm that you saw it. The bad news is that I think I'm going to remodel it. Lots of hours down the drain!
Mar 1, 2005
Nice wheels. 35,000 miles?! How long's your commute?
Ahh yes the legends of hip hop... Tupac... Biggie... Aaliyah...
That'd be pretty funny if I signed up for Mazda6Club. Total mods: 1, window tint. Or I could mention my other removable "mods" to wow the crowd... The Club, windshield reflector, emergency road kit complete with orange triangle, stack of maps, plastic bags for pukers... man, that car is DOPE!
I thought it'd be interesting to watch Raging Bull, Rocky, and Million Dollar Baby some time soon, and compare them. Maybe I will.
"He doesn't have a wife and his parents are dead... they would've been 95 but they're dead... it's a shame, it's a shame..."
Ahh yes the legends of hip hop... Tupac... Biggie... Aaliyah...
That'd be pretty funny if I signed up for Mazda6Club. Total mods: 1, window tint. Or I could mention my other removable "mods" to wow the crowd... The Club, windshield reflector, emergency road kit complete with orange triangle, stack of maps, plastic bags for pukers... man, that car is DOPE!
I thought it'd be interesting to watch Raging Bull, Rocky, and Million Dollar Baby some time soon, and compare them. Maybe I will.
"He doesn't have a wife and his parents are dead... they would've been 95 but they're dead... it's a shame, it's a shame..."
Feb 27, 2005
Alrighty, since one day I would like to win an Oscar (yes, even with all its politics) I think I should act semi interested. So Tony wanted me to help him pick his winners for a chance to win a draw into an I-pod. So he does have to win to get a chance at winning. So here are my predictions. I'd be happy with getting 20 percent of them right...you never know what those old bastards are thinking in the Academy. (This isn't all the categories, only the ones I care about)
Best Screenwriting (Original)
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind
Best Screenwriting (Adapted)
Sideways
Best Costume
The Aviator
Best Visual FX
I, Robot
Best Animated Feature
(This category is fucking retarded...The Incredibles deserves a Best Picture nod)
The Incredibles
Best Cinematography
The Aviator
Best Art Direction
OK, Kevin said I picked someone who wasn't even nominated...hehe. So my pick for this one is my runner up which is The Aviator.
Best Supporting Actor
Morgan Freeman (I had to change my mind on this one)
Best Supporting Actress
Cate Blanchett
Best Actress
Hilary Swank
Best Actor
(I had to reconsider this Tony...but I think you are right)
Jaime Foxx
Best Film Editing
The Aviator
Best Music
Accidentally in Love (Shrek 2)
Best Picture
The Aviator
Best Director
Martin Scorsese (After 7 nods in the past...this might be it)
Haha...I bet I am so wrong on these...I guess we'll see later.
Best Screenwriting (Original)
Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind
Best Screenwriting (Adapted)
Sideways
Best Costume
The Aviator
Best Visual FX
I, Robot
Best Animated Feature
(This category is fucking retarded...The Incredibles deserves a Best Picture nod)
The Incredibles
Best Cinematography
The Aviator
Best Art Direction
OK, Kevin said I picked someone who wasn't even nominated...hehe. So my pick for this one is my runner up which is The Aviator.
Best Supporting Actor
Morgan Freeman (I had to change my mind on this one)
Best Supporting Actress
Cate Blanchett
Best Actress
Hilary Swank
Best Actor
(I had to reconsider this Tony...but I think you are right)
Jaime Foxx
Best Film Editing
The Aviator
Best Music
Accidentally in Love (Shrek 2)
Best Picture
The Aviator
Best Director
Martin Scorsese (After 7 nods in the past...this might be it)
Haha...I bet I am so wrong on these...I guess we'll see later.
Feb 22, 2005
So I didn't know what to blog about today, but I looked up Steve's blog to find some inspiration. You stick up that little tidbit of my pocket four's back up on your blogger. I like replaying it in my head...On your blogger...
Ong bak. Somehow Jonathan tricked me into thinking we were going to some exotic restaurant where fobby girls that look hella old and have no teeth serve to your every desire. You know the ones with the nappy hair that CEOs go to Thailand for. Shit. I jst thew up on m keybord...fck.
Okay got a new keyboard. That last sentence was because I had to dodge all the DelTaco chunks on my keyboard...so some letters couldn't be typed. Anyway yeah, I thought we were going to some restaurant...to my suprise I end up in a movie theatre. I paid with my ticket with a bunch of dollar coins. I told Jonathan that it feels like I paid seven quarters to go see exotic girls...what a deal! He had a smirk on his face like he was playing a mean joke on me... I like paying with those coins. Makes me feel like I'm in the 40's, paying .25 cents for a moving picture!
Well Jonathan's joke comes around finally when I can't read any of the people's names who worked on the film. I'm not sure what the language was...but it was in Thai I think and their "alphabet" has all these parallel lines like they are speaking in binary code...except there are no zeros. Only 1's.
LIULIULLIUIL LIUIULILIULI LUI LIULIUNLIULI
That means "hello" in Thai I think. Shit since I have the worst vision in the world and am plagued everyday by this stigmatism...it actually looks like someone fucked up on the text and decided to just black marker it out and start over.
Anyway the film is shitty as a story. The lighting is darker than a fucking ethiopian looking at another ethiopian...in the dark...and he's blind. And they got flies on their lips. The martial arts is pretty good except for one thing...I don't know anything about the Nong Pradu villiage, but they got some fucked up lifestyle. Anyway I guess the ultimate martial arts move is hitting people on the top of the head with your elbow in as many poses as you can conjure up. Now every good martial arts film needs a good sidekick to serve as either a comedic relief, or someone that needs help throughout the whole fucking movie. Well one is A.) Not funny and B.) Needs more help than a retard on fire.
The other sidekick is a monkey. I mean a Thai girl. This fucking bitch was annoying as shit. In fact it sounded like AMC's treble was set way too fucking high. Imagine shrieking out of 20 speakers around the theater. Sounded like the most annoying sound in the world. If I could go Last Action Hero style and go into the picture and I would dodge the elbow on the top of the head and slit that whores throat.
Tony Jaa who I guess is the next big thing (I thought it was Lindsey Lohan who was the next big thing...another throat I need to go for) isn't bad. He does do some pretty amazing things. I mean but how could you not be considered the next big thing when you kick someone's ass who is named BIG BEAR! GWAAAR!
Okay enough of that shit. I won a 20 dollar buy in tournament that only allows two tables max. The payout was 200 bucks. Not bad for getting past twenty people. I was sitting at 20th place for a while until the cards finally started to come. It was a bitchy climb up though...one guy on the other table decided to take out pretty much everybody by himself...so when the tables finally got consolidated down into one..he had about 12,000 chips in play. The next highest was 4,000. But he was playing too aggressively and it eventually got chipped away at. Thanks for the cash suckas.
Okay back to modeling in maya...
Ong bak. Somehow Jonathan tricked me into thinking we were going to some exotic restaurant where fobby girls that look hella old and have no teeth serve to your every desire. You know the ones with the nappy hair that CEOs go to Thailand for. Shit. I jst thew up on m keybord...fck.
Okay got a new keyboard. That last sentence was because I had to dodge all the DelTaco chunks on my keyboard...so some letters couldn't be typed. Anyway yeah, I thought we were going to some restaurant...to my suprise I end up in a movie theatre. I paid with my ticket with a bunch of dollar coins. I told Jonathan that it feels like I paid seven quarters to go see exotic girls...what a deal! He had a smirk on his face like he was playing a mean joke on me... I like paying with those coins. Makes me feel like I'm in the 40's, paying .25 cents for a moving picture!
Well Jonathan's joke comes around finally when I can't read any of the people's names who worked on the film. I'm not sure what the language was...but it was in Thai I think and their "alphabet" has all these parallel lines like they are speaking in binary code...except there are no zeros. Only 1's.
LIULIULLIUIL LIUIULILIULI LUI LIULIUNLIULI
That means "hello" in Thai I think. Shit since I have the worst vision in the world and am plagued everyday by this stigmatism...it actually looks like someone fucked up on the text and decided to just black marker it out and start over.
Anyway the film is shitty as a story. The lighting is darker than a fucking ethiopian looking at another ethiopian...in the dark...and he's blind. And they got flies on their lips. The martial arts is pretty good except for one thing...I don't know anything about the Nong Pradu villiage, but they got some fucked up lifestyle. Anyway I guess the ultimate martial arts move is hitting people on the top of the head with your elbow in as many poses as you can conjure up. Now every good martial arts film needs a good sidekick to serve as either a comedic relief, or someone that needs help throughout the whole fucking movie. Well one is A.) Not funny and B.) Needs more help than a retard on fire.
The other sidekick is a monkey. I mean a Thai girl. This fucking bitch was annoying as shit. In fact it sounded like AMC's treble was set way too fucking high. Imagine shrieking out of 20 speakers around the theater. Sounded like the most annoying sound in the world. If I could go Last Action Hero style and go into the picture and I would dodge the elbow on the top of the head and slit that whores throat.
Tony Jaa who I guess is the next big thing (I thought it was Lindsey Lohan who was the next big thing...another throat I need to go for) isn't bad. He does do some pretty amazing things. I mean but how could you not be considered the next big thing when you kick someone's ass who is named BIG BEAR! GWAAAR!
Okay enough of that shit. I won a 20 dollar buy in tournament that only allows two tables max. The payout was 200 bucks. Not bad for getting past twenty people. I was sitting at 20th place for a while until the cards finally started to come. It was a bitchy climb up though...one guy on the other table decided to take out pretty much everybody by himself...so when the tables finally got consolidated down into one..he had about 12,000 chips in play. The next highest was 4,000. But he was playing too aggressively and it eventually got chipped away at. Thanks for the cash suckas.
Okay back to modeling in maya...
Feb 17, 2005
Organizing music files can be a pain in the fucking ass. I mean how exactly do you organize all those bands with one hit and one hit only? I mean I could create a whole new folder for them, I could create a big file named "Various" for them, but then some problems arise in the mp3 player itself when it comes to how it views organized files. As much as I like Apple's and Zen's menu system, I think they could really benefit if they had windows like a Palm pilot and we could see the folders and menus just as you do on your personal computer. That would be sick. Now my parents and my sister are going to have a shitload of artists they must scroll through a bunch of artists. Oh well. I don't even have an mp3 player anyway.
I heard Jonathan has been playing on Empire Poker. Those bonus codes do not count as winning! Haha. Also for the record I am now up 120 bucks on 1/2 Seven card. That game is ridiculously good on the risk vs reward factor.
Yay. A night full of drinking on Saturday. Be there or be square! Bay 101 likes squares I heard.
I heard Jonathan has been playing on Empire Poker. Those bonus codes do not count as winning! Haha. Also for the record I am now up 120 bucks on 1/2 Seven card. That game is ridiculously good on the risk vs reward factor.
Yay. A night full of drinking on Saturday. Be there or be square! Bay 101 likes squares I heard.
Feb 15, 2005
DUDE! No need to pay me back. I moved over to your table EXPECTING to lose to you (I think you're a little better than me). And besides, i like big pot games like that. I'd rather lose my money in a game with great pot odds to trips than to 50 games where i limped in and only stayed in because i had middle pair and was on tilt and bored outta my mind.
It's not a 3-6 game to me. It's a poker lesson that charges 20 bucks an hour. Besides, i still left down double digits and not triple. And that's all good with me.
Don't pay me back. If anything i owe you for the bbq and for the equisite dinner ur parents made for us. And also the new years dinner. Oh and the book for xmas when i didn't get you shit. Plus the money i jacked you from Japan. Yeah. We're more than even. It was fun playing with you anyways. A preview of the vegas trip that's going to happen in a few months, i'm sure. Except i'll be drunk, and you'll beat my Ace High with a pair of twos. Go figure.
No button charge? Sweeeeeeet.
Fuck I got a twitch in my eye. Goddammit.
It's not a 3-6 game to me. It's a poker lesson that charges 20 bucks an hour. Besides, i still left down double digits and not triple. And that's all good with me.
Don't pay me back. If anything i owe you for the bbq and for the equisite dinner ur parents made for us. And also the new years dinner. Oh and the book for xmas when i didn't get you shit. Plus the money i jacked you from Japan. Yeah. We're more than even. It was fun playing with you anyways. A preview of the vegas trip that's going to happen in a few months, i'm sure. Except i'll be drunk, and you'll beat my Ace High with a pair of twos. Go figure.
No button charge? Sweeeeeeet.
Fuck I got a twitch in my eye. Goddammit.
So me with my poker war stories. This one should amuse you though.
I was in the big blind. The crazy girl who raises with all kinds of shit decides she wants to make it 6 in early position. Even though she raises with crazy shit, I decide that I will give her a little bit of respect. Call it intuition. The guy next to her decides to make it three bets to go. Here is where it gets crazy...by the time it is to me, we have 6 players in the pot with the betting being capped by the time it gets to me. I'm down about a bill overall for the night.
I look down at my cards hoping I find something good. I look down to find a pair of fours. Alright not too bad, but I have to put some of these other people on pocket pairs too. All of them probably beat mine. But with two more people to act after me and I know that they are both going to call...I decide to call another nine bucks to see the flop.
The flop seemed to spread very slowly. The last card on the bottom of the pile was another four. Coupled with it was a 6 and jack. Alright, so in my mind I'm thinking that someone must have tripps higher than mine with the paint on the board. Nevertheless I go ahead and bet it and everyone ends up just calling. If someone else had tripps then surely they would have raised it up with all these people in the pot.
A five comes on the turn. I'm a bit relieved to figure out that no flush is possible on the board. I bet and again almost everyone calls. The river brings one of the worst fucking cards ever. The 2. I can't really say that I'm scared of someone having the three...but crazier shit has happened. I bet into the massive pot anyway.
Now something interesting happens...the next to me calls and the guy on her left who made it nine to go pre-flop comes out raising it up. Now my initial reaction to the jack is coming back to haunt me. This player plays tight and probably wouldn't have raised it up again without a huge pair underneath. I was a bit worried about the three jacks now. Someone else calls the raise.
Great. Now I'm up against two players who decided that their hands were good enough to be capped with. I still can't really put anyone on that three anyway. The person who called the raise probably had two pair...if they had the straight they would have raised it of course.
The pot odds were fucking ridiculous so I go ahead and call with my tripps. To my suprise the guy on the girls left who made it nine to go had pocket aces. He slowplayed his hand and probably thought that his hand was good PLUS the fact that there was a four to a straight on the board could have scared us out without even showing down. The person who called on the river folded his hand face down...and I turn over my three fours. The pot was huge and pretty much took me back to even and then some...but here is the kicker for all you wondering why I'm telling you about a pot I won. The person was holding the pocket aces was indeed a tight player. You've probably seen him before around the card room...
Sorry Steve. You know you will get your money back from me. You took it incredibly well and your attitude will make you awesome at the table. I got extremely lucky, but that is what collusion is all about. I owe you about 34 bucks. I think that is how much you lost, but I could be wrong. Lemme know.
I was in the big blind. The crazy girl who raises with all kinds of shit decides she wants to make it 6 in early position. Even though she raises with crazy shit, I decide that I will give her a little bit of respect. Call it intuition. The guy next to her decides to make it three bets to go. Here is where it gets crazy...by the time it is to me, we have 6 players in the pot with the betting being capped by the time it gets to me. I'm down about a bill overall for the night.
I look down at my cards hoping I find something good. I look down to find a pair of fours. Alright not too bad, but I have to put some of these other people on pocket pairs too. All of them probably beat mine. But with two more people to act after me and I know that they are both going to call...I decide to call another nine bucks to see the flop.
The flop seemed to spread very slowly. The last card on the bottom of the pile was another four. Coupled with it was a 6 and jack. Alright, so in my mind I'm thinking that someone must have tripps higher than mine with the paint on the board. Nevertheless I go ahead and bet it and everyone ends up just calling. If someone else had tripps then surely they would have raised it up with all these people in the pot.
A five comes on the turn. I'm a bit relieved to figure out that no flush is possible on the board. I bet and again almost everyone calls. The river brings one of the worst fucking cards ever. The 2. I can't really say that I'm scared of someone having the three...but crazier shit has happened. I bet into the massive pot anyway.
Now something interesting happens...the next to me calls and the guy on her left who made it nine to go pre-flop comes out raising it up. Now my initial reaction to the jack is coming back to haunt me. This player plays tight and probably wouldn't have raised it up again without a huge pair underneath. I was a bit worried about the three jacks now. Someone else calls the raise.
Great. Now I'm up against two players who decided that their hands were good enough to be capped with. I still can't really put anyone on that three anyway. The person who called the raise probably had two pair...if they had the straight they would have raised it of course.
The pot odds were fucking ridiculous so I go ahead and call with my tripps. To my suprise the guy on the girls left who made it nine to go had pocket aces. He slowplayed his hand and probably thought that his hand was good PLUS the fact that there was a four to a straight on the board could have scared us out without even showing down. The person who called on the river folded his hand face down...and I turn over my three fours. The pot was huge and pretty much took me back to even and then some...but here is the kicker for all you wondering why I'm telling you about a pot I won. The person was holding the pocket aces was indeed a tight player. You've probably seen him before around the card room...
Sorry Steve. You know you will get your money back from me. You took it incredibly well and your attitude will make you awesome at the table. I got extremely lucky, but that is what collusion is all about. I owe you about 34 bucks. I think that is how much you lost, but I could be wrong. Lemme know.
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