Can I Get a Witness?

That's all I's got. Keep on keepin' on.

Last Dance With Mary Jane

And no, I don't mean the bubonic chronic. I mean today is my last day at work. I packed up all my books and pictures. My dad is coming down tomorrow with a U-Haul trailer, which I know he's completely pumped about *sarcasm*. He's probably about as excited as Big R is, as he's helped me move more times than I can count. Thanks a million dude. A thousand times, thanks.

My office is completely bare now. By that I mean the walls have nothing on them, again. My boss isn't really in to having any sort of picture on the walls. Our waiting room has NOTHING on any of the walls. I'm sure it impresses the clients.

Tonight, Big R and I are going to hit up one of our old stomping grounds for one last hurrah. It's nice because the place is about 2 blocks away from my pad, so we can walk there, and not have to worry about the pigs (a.k.a. the man). That outta make loading up a trailer a lot more interesting with a nice hangover. I'm sure a couple of Bull-blasters will help us along the way.

For my last day, I have a 7 week old lab puppy that broke her tibia (the shin bone). Not pretty. Then I get a 2 year old lab that tore her ACL (that's the ligament in the knee the keeps your thigh bone and shin bone from moving all over the place). Also not pretty. Tough day for labs, and it's only 10:15 A.M.

I haven't played a hand of cards online in what seems like a decade ago. It's been kind of nice, though, which is unexpected. I'll get back on that horse in the next week though, so don't you worry. Those Crypto bonuses will be back the first of the month. Yipee!

Well, I'm probably won't be posting for a while, so everyone have a great time, and I'll see you on the flip side.

Keep on keepin' on.

Two Days and Counting

Two more days of work left. Whoa. Last night as I packed up my entire kitchen, and it really started to sink in, I'm moving. I did manage to make a lot of headway towards putting all of my earthly possessions, sans my puppies, into boxes. It's kind of sad, though, to see all of my stuff in boxes.

For those of you that don't know, here are my plans for the near future. Move this weekend and put 99% of my stuff into storage. Then, my puppies and I will stay at my sister's house (with her 2 puppies, for a grand total of about 275 pounds of puppies, with the smallest one at 50 pounds). After about 2 months, or when my sister can't stand me any more, Sir Cameltoes will move in from Oregon, and I'll make the migration to stay with him. Sounds like fun, huh? So I get to move my stuff twice in about 2 months? Yep. It's cause I'm that cool.

Fathers lock up your daughter, Cameltoes and DD are on the prowl.

Since I'm going to only work part-time, I'm going to have about half of each month off for a while. So I'm going to have a lot of free time. Which is going to be great, but I'm going to need to find something to do, other than, uh, you know, play online poker for hours and hours and hours. I'm hoping that I can find some people and get a band going. It's been about 5 years since I've had a band, and I'd really like to start playing some gigs again.

Keep on keepin' on, and keep hope alive*.

*I can't believe I just quoted Jesse Jackson. I have reached an all-time low now. Oh well.

p.s. I think that Lonmontre got the hint about my sister's friend "S". If you didn't read the emails here are the first and second letters. Dam, cause I was enjoying the emails. I was hoping that he'd write one more, but no luck.

Killin' Time?

Kind of like the Clink Black song. Do you ever get the though that you've just been killing time? I've been pondering that thought a bit over the last year or so, especially when I realized that I was moving. Not that I haven't had a lot of fun down here with Big R and Lil N, but now that I'm about to leave, I have been thinking whether or not I've accomplished anything while I've been in H-town.

I threw this question around with my sister last night, as she is going through a tough situation right now (the big D, and I don't mean Dallas). I guess everyone starts to think about things like this before a big change. It's not that I think I'm making a wrong choice, but I think it's the "stay where you are, and avoid change" that's doing the talking now.

I took a stroll down memory lane last night. I went out to dinner with my ex's sister. Stop. I know what you're thinking. It was completely G-rated. We had a nice time, and talked for almost 2 hours, getting caught up, and asking/answering questions about things. Maybe this is what got me thinking about killing time. Who knows. Maybe it's the severe fog outside, or inside?

Change, it's a doosey.

Keep on keepin' on.

Hammertime!

Sometimes you have to reflect on the magnitude of the hammer (72os). It really is marvelous isn't it? Take some time today to ponder it.

Keep on keepin' on.

Four More Days

This Friday is my last day. Weird. I'm still having a tough time realizing it. How many boxes did I pack last night? One. But it was a big box. Sort of. Instead I tried to write a song, which took me waaaaay to long. I should have just put it down and waited. You can't force a song. It's kind of like forcing a square peg in a round hole, it just doesn't work very well (I was going to make a comment about Big R trying to fit his "square peg" into a round hole, but I'm better than that).

Cameltoes, the bastage, is in Las Vegas for a convention. Sure you are. At least somebody is playing poker. He sent me a picture of a bunch of ladies in bikini's though, so that was nice. I'm not sure exactly where they were, but I'm assuming that they were in a bar. Thanks dude.

I hope that Big Judy read my post from yesterday. I know that he will love it. Who wouldn't?


I just found out that someone searched blogger.com for "cameltoes" and my site came up twice. Sorry dude, you ain't gonna see any porn here, unless you love puppies.

My Friend Judy

Since I have imposed a self-induced poker hiatus, and since I need to pack like a mother trucker, I will write about something else.

I have a friend name Big Judy. I know that you are think, "Dam, he's pretty mean to call a girl Big Judy. That is just not polite." Well, you are right, but you are also wrong. Big Judy is a man. How could a man come to be called Big Judy? I will tell you.

When we were just wee laddies in college, there was a girl named Judy that had the hots for Big Judy (called Sweet Georgia Peach then). It just so happened that my girlfriend at the time was best friends with Judy. How convenient.

This could become a great love story, but here's the kicker. Judy was pale. So pale, in fact, that she was about as tan as a white sheet of paper. She was also pretty dang close to anorexic skinny. Am I painting a sexy picture yet? She also was a vegan, which I think had a lot to do with the above ailments.

That year I threw a Super Bowl party, and about 15 people were there, including Big Judy and Judy. By the end of the night, just the 4 of us were remaining. With heavy doses of "courage in a shot", my girlfriend and I convinced Big Judy that it would be a good idea for him and Judy to, ah, you know, hook up. We left the two love birds alone on my couch.

About an hour or so after we left them alone, I had to get some water, and I walked into the livingroom, and did I see a beautiful/sickening sight. Big Judy was asleep on his back and he had Judy wrapped in his arms. I, being the good friend that I am, had to shoot a picture to save this moment for all time.

Let me make this clear that all that happened between them was innocent kissing. That's it.

For about a year or so, the only people that knew about that incident was the 4 of us. That is until one day, Cameltoes figured out what had happened. That's when the nickname of Big Judy was given.

And that's how a bill becomes a law.

Keep on keepin' on.

p.s. Hope you like this post Triple D. :)

Wow.

Good times last night. I'm going to start this out my saying my thanks to Lil N for driving me home last night. You're a good sport. Now I'm waiting for the Gay Waiter to pick me up. Wait, that sounds horrible. Let me try that again. Now I'm waiting for Gay Trey to pick me up and bring me back to my abandoned truck. That's much better.

We had my going away party last night (really?). All of my techs/receptionists were there. We had a great time, and if my 4'11" tech that let us party down at her house ever reads this, I say thank you. She is going to be mad about the 4'11" thing, because she claims to be 5'0", but we all know that she is not.

We attempted to play the game Texas Hold 'em last night. Our variation was a bit different, in that we played for only $10 (we usually start with $20 because I'm playing with 2 year olds), and that Lil N decided to play too. Well she played after I busted out the Gay Trey, with a hand that was really too memorable. In fact, I really don't remember many hands, only that 69sooooted and the Gay Waiter, a.k.a. the Gay Trey (Q3) were slung last night. We didn't play long enough for the hammer (72) to be wielded, unfortunately. I was lucky enough to hit a few straights last night, to end up doubling up. Guess who lost money? Obviously the Gay Waiter (a.k.a. Gay Trey) and Big R. Interesting, because even Lil N at least broke even. Poor Big R.

Just in case my clinic workers ever read this, it's been fun. I've enjoyed working with every one of you (except you, A-Rod). Sorry about that. Thanks for the good times.

Keep on keepin' on.

It's Getting Real Now

I am moving in exactly 8 days now. Man, I need to get packing. This stuff tends to creep up on you if you ain't careful (kind of like Big R's jock itch). So far I have a grand total of 3 boxes packed. Wow. I did manage to spend $40 at the moving supply store on supplies, for, you know, moving. I hated spending $4 for a mattress cover, but what's a brotha to do?

Tonight is my going away party. My techs decided that I needed it. That's pretty cool, if you ask me, and I don't care if you didn't, it's my blog.

This whole moving thing has been pretty surreal, up until the last few days, and now it's, "DAMN, I'm MOVING!!!" I am getting pretty excited about the possibilities, though. I am gonna miss Big R and Lil N. We've had some great times, the 3 of us (and the random internet girl I picked up that week). Good times. Thanks for everything. Awwwwww how sweet.

I'm going to live with my sister until ole Cameltoes moves down from Oregon in May. Fun times sis!

Well, I've put off packing long enough, I'd better get to it. I also had better hydrate up, to get ready for the party tonight. And mentally prepare to kick Big R, Trey, and A-Rod's ass at poker.

Keep on keepin' on.

What, No Poker?

It's true. I didn't play any cards last night. That's the first night I haven't played (when I didn't have something better to do) in a long time. It's kind of nice. Cameltoes, on the other hand, rocked at a $5/$10 table at Doyle's Room. As I told him yesterday, "At least one of us is winning."

Big R told me yesterday that he's taking Lil N to a gay-as-a-football-bat-I'm-about-to-put-a-rainbow-sticker-on-my-truck-and-start-singing-showtunes musical. Well played Big R, well played.

The girl I'm talking to via match.com just told me that she has a 1965 Mustang. It really doesn't get much cooler than that. She said that her dad runs a shop and fixes up classic cars. He's working on her mother's '57 Chevy. Wow. Gush (if I could). Big R, Lil' N, and Cameltoes know what I mean.

Well, since I'm cool like that, I'd better get on to work. Gotta save puppies and kitties.

Keep on keepin' on.

And I'm Spent

Poker content:
I'm done with poker for a while. Full Contact absolutely destroyed me. I left there with my tail between my legs for a net loss of over $350 (that's including a $240 bonus, so I actually lost almost $600 playing). Again, I'm not math genius, like Lil' N, but that ain't good. This little run just put me in the red for 2006, and I obviously wasn't that much in the black before then.

So I think I'm going to take a little break from the cyber-tables. That is until March 1, when the Crypto bonuses come up again, so I've got about 2 weeks to think about what the hell went wrong.

What does one do when you're caught in a nasty loosing streak? I'm not exactly sure. Keep playing, and suck it up. Take the continual kicks to da nads? Or should you just stop. I'm choosing the "I've had enough kicks to da nads" route. Go ahead, call me chicken, I don't care.

That's all I really care to talk about now.

Keep on keepin' on.

What up?

Non-Poker Content

I decided to write about my online dating extravaganza. I've got about 8 pages worth so far, and I'm only 3 dates into it. I'm not really good at writing, but I figure I've got to write this all down, for posterity. When it's finished, I'll post it here for all the world to see. If a few people can laugh at my expense, so be it.

On that note, I did have a 2 hour conversation with a match.com girl. She seems pretty cool, and I made her laugh so much that at the end of the conversation, she said, "I'd better go, my cheeks are hurting from laughing so much." Not a bad sign, I guess. As I'm still in Houston for another week and a half, it'll probably be 2 weeks before I meet said chica. Enough time to get to know her. Enough time to get my hopes ever so slightly up, and then potentially be smashed into bits when yet another online girl is crazy. Or maybe she's "the one." You never know, do you? I figure I've got a few more crazy online stories up my sleeve.

I really, really need to get off my ass and start packing. It's gonna catch up to me pretty soon.

Poker content:

When is it time to throw in the towel whilst chasing a bonus? I'm not exactly sure, but I'm down $400 at Full Contact chasing a $260 deposit bonus. I have another $45 of bonus to clear there, and with the bonus, I'm down about $200. Very frustrating.

I'm in a dilemma. I'm trying to decide what stakes to play at. I have been playing a lot of $2/$4 there, and getting my ass taken to the cleaners. I also got nailed playing $1/$2 there. I'm used to getting slammed at the $1/$2, because the players at that level know just enough to be dangerous. They know a little about starting requirements, a little about pot odds, and a little about blind stealing. The bad thing is that they only know enough to be dangerous. Which is why I keep getting cleaned there. Mainly horrible play.

Playing $2/$4 is another animal. There the players are pretty good, but I'm trying to decide how much of my losses there are my fault. I still consider myself to be tight-aggressive, with sometimes becoming downright rockish, but I have been pondering a lot lately ways to get out of this rut.

Is it just lady variance, kicking me in da nads? Or am I just not that good of a poker player? It's a hard thing to admit that you're not as good as you might think. But I also don't want to continue with this game, if I'm going to lose. What's the fun in that? If that's the case, I might as well play blackjack and get really drunk off free drinks because you really don't have to think all that much whilst playing.

Keep on keepin' on kids. Oh yeah, and "keep on rockin' in a free world!!!!!"

Valentine's Day Is For Suckers

Actually, I'm not saying that because I'm single either. I hate this day. It doesn't matter if I am with someone or not. It just seems like a really forced situation, where I end up buying flowers for about 3-4 times normal, just to watch them wither and die. Never mind the freaking wait in the restaurants.

So you end up spending about twice as much as you would have normally, all in a forced situation. Not my ideal situation, nor should it be for you ladies. Because, I'm gonna tell you a little secret. He's not buying whatever he's buying because he loves you. *Shock* No, he is buying it for one reason

1. Not piss you off, because if you don't get anything you're going to be hacked off, and then life is a living hell for quite a while.

Sorry to burst your bubble ladies. Keep on keepin' on.

P.S. Full Contact continues to kick me in da nads

My Bad

The other day I had a dog come in for this.

"Loosing weight and he licks the concrete a lot."

Interesting. Although, not as interesting as the time when I had a dog come in for "licks penis a lot," but I digress.

I enter the exam room to find a very happy dog, whose hair coat is a little dull, and he is slightly underweight. I ask the owner a lot of questions about his diet and the like, when the following words exit my mouth.

"So, Mr. Smith, how long has Fido been licking carpet?"

I kid you not. That's exactly what I said.

Then Mr. Smith says, "You mean concrete?" He then proceeded to explain about this problem.

Meanwhile, I'm about to pass out from trying to hold in my laughter. I'm pretending to write down "notes" all the while, my face is turning a shade of cherry apple red only seen in cars. My technician, who is a 22 year old male, is completely clueless that I even said anything out of the ordinary. I can't blame him, as it is not everyday that I'm asking questions about a dogs sexuality.

Dam, I'm smooth.

Keep on keepin' on.

One Last Time With the Boys

Sort of Pokery Content (although no poker theory in this one):
Saturday night was the last night of poker with the boys. At least in Houston, that is. The four of us regulars, together, for one last, no holds barred, smackdown. Dam, I just sounded like a WWE announcer. Or I could describe it like this.

Said with waaaaaaaaaaay to much enthusiasm, and a lot of echo effect:

SATURDAY, SATURDAY, SATURDAY!!! Be there for all the exciting action. Watch DD check/raise Trey while holding 85soooted, knowing that Trey is holding pocket Aces, and laughing at him as he lays it down. Sympathize (and even shed a little tear) with Big R as he storms out of the house after loosing all his money again. Laugh as the A-Rod plays the A-Rod (Q8) and gets beat by the DD (AQ). Watch as DD slaps prom night (69) and goes 3/3 with it. Yes folks, it's gonna be an exciting event that YOU CANNOT MISS. Your ticket pays for the whole seat, but you're only gonna need the EDGE!!!!!!!!!

It was a good night, although I really never got to sling a bad beat on Trey, which is just about the most enjoyable thing I can think about doing. He gets sooooooooo mad when you do it, it's worth losing a few bones trying to sling a bad beat on him. He made a decent profit then, so I guess I'm glad for him. Actually, all of us did, except for Big R, who left penniless. Sorry dude, but it's my blog and it's waaaaaaaaaaay too much fun to give you a hard time.

My moving date is less than 2 weeks away, and I haven't even started to pack. At least I didn't unpack most of my stuff from the last move (only 6 months ago). I'm beginning to realize that I'm a nomad. A vagabond. And I hate moving. Good grief.

That's all for now. Keep on keepin' on.

Awwwwwwwww.

Ain't she the cutest thing ever. She should be my chick magnet. This was taken when she was about 8 weeks old, and I had her for about a week. Hot chicks post a picture and your phone number if you want to date me.

Yes, that was a pitiful plug. I have no shame.

Keep on keepin' on.

It's Raining.....Finally

We are finally getting rain. It hasn't really rained in, oh let's see, about a year now. As I told my staff, "It's a good thing we're in a veterinary clinic, because it's raining cats and dogs outside." They all groaned. Yeah, I know, it's a horrible joke, but I like it.

I'm gonna spend this weekend doing the "one last time" thing. As in, I'm going to go to the bar Cheers (it's not really called that, we just named it that because it's where everybody knows our name) for one last time. And the every so popular, I'm going to try not have a 5o year old woman make out with me (yeah, it's happened before to me at Cheers. Just ask Big R about what he did once he drove her home.).

Saturday night is the "let's play poker with the boys one last time" night. We have our own bad beat jackpot that hasn't hit in about a year, and we have to decide what to do with it. We have 4 options.

1. Use the money to buy alcohol and food.

2. Divide the money amongst ourselves, and add it to our initial buy-in.

3. Have a tourney, and split the money among the top 1 or 2 finishers.

4. Hire a cross-dressing midget for a couple of hours. For Big R, of course.

I think the answer is perfectly clear, don't you?

Keep on keepin' on.

Sweet Paradise, and Full Contact

Poker content:

I finished the Paradise Poker (click on link at right for your poker action!) reload bonus. There is something very interesting about them. They have the lowest rake on the net. For example, everyone charges a 5% rake with a given maximum for a given table.

Let's take $2/$4 for example. At Full Contact, they charge a 5% rake, even if it's just between the SB and BB (unraised). So with $4 in the pot, they take a $0.20 rake, even if it's just the two of you, and not raise. That's the minimum rake, but you can see, that adds up pretty quickly.

At Paradise Poker, it works much different, and I think that they recently changed it. They take no rake at all unless the pot hits $20. That's right, no rake until it hits $20. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that this saves you a tremendous amount of money in a short amount of time. I wish that they offered more reload bonuses, because they are my first love, and I still find them to be my favorite site.

Just thought that I'd share that with the 3-4 of you out there that might care.

I am still in the hole about $175 at Full Contact (including about $140 of bonus cleared). So that means that my stellar play has actually brought me $315 worth of losses, and here I thought I was a winning player. It's been pretty rough. In my defense, $100 dollars of that loss resulted in 1 $3/$6 session where the suckouts were more common than in a porno. The table was full of fishies, but I had to leave the table due to a poker game that was about to start at my pad. So I really only consider my losses about $215 or so. The $1/$2 tables have been especially brutal, as I'm down about $130 at that level alone. Pretty crazy.

1,000 Hits.

Damn I'm good. I hit the 1,000 hit mark. I really don't think that many people are reading this crap, do you? I figure it's the 3-4 regulars, followed by a sprinkling of dudes looking for porn, because they keep searching for "cameltoes" and find my site. That's just funny on so many different levels.

Peace out. It's celebrating time. Nah, not really, because who gives a rat's buttocks if I hit 1,000 anyway?

Keep on keepin' on.

What A Day

Non-Poker Content:
Yesterday just about killed me, and I wasn't even supposed to work because Tuesdays are my normal day off. The day started off fine, for about the first 5 minutes. Then all hell broke loose.

Here is a breakdown of the craziness that ensued (I also realize that being a veterinarian will help in your understanding of this, but I'll do my best).

1. A 9 month old Lab came in to be neutered. We had never seen this puppy, and thankfully the owner decided for the bloodwork. First, his heartworm test came up positive (which is almost unheard of in a dog this age). Second, and worst of all, his kidneys are having issues, and by issues I mean he could die.

2. A 1.5 year old tom cat that can't urinate. Very bad. Sore, sore kitty. Thankfully, he had been seen by the emergency clinic and already had a urinary catheter in him, so that he can urinate. This one isn't sooooo bad, but mainly just added to the madness.

3. A full appointment schedule. I was running like a chicken with its head cut off trying to see all the puppies, kitties, and such. Not bad, just busy. In the meantime, I'm trying to get a hold of the Lab's owner to talk about the seriousness of the situation. I mean, he brings his dog to be neutered, and now he finds out that he has heartworms (which will cost about $450 to treat), and his kidneys are in rough shape (possibly life threatening).

4. This one was the straw that broke the camels back (and no I don't mean Cameltoes). A 6 year old pitt bull bitch was pregnant. She had a stillborn puppy the day before at 5 PM, and stopped her contractions. They brought her to me around 10:15, so for those of you out there keeping score, DON'T WAIT THAT LONG TO BRING YOUR PREGNANT BITCH TO THE VETERINARIAN.

I end up having to perform a c-section on her. Fine, right? Come on, this is DD talking. In attempting to get the uterus out, my technician says to me, "Dr. DD, what is that?" I look down and say, "It's not good." The puppy had broken through the uterus. Danger Will Robinson, danger.

Normally, this would be just bad, as the uterine contents pour into the abdominal cavity. Here's the problem. The 2 puppies remaining, were rotting. That's right, they were dead. So all of that nasty, nasty fluid poured into the bitches belly.

An hour and a half later, I finished cleaning her up. As of now, she's doing fine, but we will have to see if she can fight the infection in her belly. The gift that keeps on giving.

Keep on keepin' on.

Great Pick Up Line.

I was checking out random blogs by clicking the "Next Blog" button on the upper right corner of this blog. I hit a dude's blog that happened to have dating advice. Here is one of the tips.

From: http://focusingfluid.blogspot.com

Paraphrasing from it. Ask the girl, "Can I buy that coffee/drink/beer, or would you rather just have the cash?"

Nice. I'm definitely gonna have to try that. Chicks dig funny guys. A guy can hope, right?

Keep on keepin' on.

Seachickens Put a Hurt On Me.

Nice play guys. Way to go Seachickens. Way to cost me $40 on b.s. wagers. Didn't even come close to covering the over of 46.5. At least you came kind of close, sort of, to the +4 point spread. Well, almost close to making it a tie. Thanks a lot guys.

I did win the heads/tails wager. "You are an addicted gambler", you say. Well sportsbook.com had a "free $10 wager on the coin toss" for the Super Bowl. I chose tails. I kick ass. I'll take the $10, thank you very much. Dam I'm smooth.

And that's why I don't bet on sports.

Congrats Steelers, and The Bus. Nice job.

Keep on keepin' on beoooooooooooooches.

Good News/Bad News

Is it just me that only wakes up an hour and a half early, wide awake? I just love that. Insomnia kicks buttocks. And who counts sheep anyway? I mean seriously, those suckers are just annoying, and the sure ain't gonna put this cat to sleep. So here I am typing on my computer, about 15 minutes before I would normally be awake, and I've been up for over an hour already. JUDAS PREIST. Somebody give this brotha a cookie.

My boss told me yesterday that he is going to pay me my 6 month education money, along with my remaining paid vacation time. That may seem like a pretty mundane statement, but to me, it means a lot. I was kind of worried about possibly not getting what I was owed, but mainly I was concerned about not getting it for, oh lets say, months from now. Breathe again. Ahhhhh.

I also just found out that my new clinic hasn't even broken ground yet. It was supposed to have started by mid-January. Methinks I'm going to be in limbo for a little longer than I thought. Looks like I'm gonna have to pimp a little longer than expected. That's just how I roll. Fathers, lock up your daughters, Big D is on da prowl. Grrrrrrrr.

And I wonder why I'm still single.

T minus 3 weeks 'til moving day. Look out.

Poker Content:

Well, the Crypto bonuses ain't exactly going as planned. I'm realy just hoping for break-even for the month. Although, since Totalbet bent us all over, that takes away one sweet bonus to smooth out the variance a little. Bastages. Cameltoes got treated like a red-headed stepchild in a Pound-You-In-The-Ass Prison at the Crypto sites. UKbetting netted him a 3x the bonus loss. Not pretty. I can relate. Can you say Interpoker bonus? Yeah, that went so bad, we won't ever mention that again.

So, Sir Cameltoes said he is done with da Crypto bonuses. (I'm trying to put the word "cameltoes" to increase the chances of somebody searching for porn and being sorely disappointed by finding this site). I'm a sick puppy, I know.

I'm gonna have to start back up on the old Full Contact trail again. I'm about $180 in da hole there (including about $100 of bonus), so I need to book a winning session and turn this short bus around.

And I'm spent. Keep on keepin' on.

Yeah, I'm Not a Complete Moron

Poker Content:

Well, that may be pushing it, but at least I did better than Cameltoes completing this month's Will Hill (click on the right to get started there) bonus. I managed to net $43 (which meant that I only lost $2 playing cards), while poor Cameltoes had a grandiose $3 net (which meant that he lost $42 playing). Poor, poor Cameltoes. He tries, he really does. Not like I've ever done that......oh yes, I have, on more than one occasion.

Non-Poker Content:

My sister told me that "S", should be moving to the DFW area in August. For those of you that don't know, "S" is the same "S" in this and this letter. I met her one fun-filled night while out with my sister and 5 of her friends (and by brother Bubba). In the middle of that night, I told my sister that I was going to marry "S". She laughed, but now it seems like it might be a little closer to reality. So what if she can kick my ass 6 ways to Sunday. That doesn't really matter, does it? I didn't think so.

I gotta get head to work. Peace out brothas and sistas.

Keep on keepin' on.

It's So Hard To Say Goodbye

I bet you are thinking that I'm going to talk about leaving my job and moving across the state. Nope. This is much more deep than that.

Totalbet just changed their bonus payout. BASTAGES!!! Now instead of about $45/5 hours, it's $45 for 200 raked hands. I bet you're thinking, "Hey, 200 hands isn't bad." I beg to differ. Two hundred normal raked hands would be fine, but not with the crazy Crypto definition. In reality, it boils down to about 700 raked hands. You see, for it to be counted as a full raked hand, there has to be $1 of rake, which means the pot has to be at least $20. That is fine, normally. But before, all you had to play was $1/$2 for 5 hours. Now playing at that level, it takes a LOT of hands because if the rake is between $0.25-$0.99, you get 1/4 of a raked hand. Now you see the problem. Yeah, it sucks. That's why I stopped playing at Interpoker, because it takes sooooo long to clear, unless you play $2/$4 or $3/$6, which kind of defeats the purpose, since the bonus is $45 or $90 (on Interpoker).

Yet another case of the man trying to bring me down. These bonuses are getting harder and harder to clear.

Keep on keepin' on.

Now That's Funny

I haven't played poker in who knows how long as a result of being knocked on my buttocks with a horrible cold. Not good to play poker sick/tired/mad/drunk. Wait, playing drunk is O.K., right?

I just checked out my stats on my site, and I found out something awesome. You've seen how I've joked about people mispronouncing the dog "Rottweiler", right? Here's the post. Well, somebody was looking for "rockweilder dogs" last night, and guess what site came up? You guessed it, mine. What a shock they must have had when they clicked on my blog and read about a mildly profitable poker player who happens to like to make fun of people that mispronounce "Rottweiler". Nice.

I am feeling much better today, and it's a good thing, because I'm heading back to work after my "vacation". Although, it has been nice not doing anything for the last 3.5 days (I had to work Saturday). Yeah, sometimes you gotta suck it up and just chill. Word to ya motha.

Gotta head to trabajo. Keep on keepin' on.