Friday, October 31, 2008


You are The Hierophant


Divine Wisdom. Manifestation. Explanation. Teaching.


All things relating to education, patience, help from superiors.The Hierophant is often considered to be a Guardian Angel.


The Hierophant's purpose is to bring the spiritual down to Earth. Where the High Priestess between her two pillars deals with realms beyond this Earth, the Hierophant (or High Priest) deals with worldly problems. He is well suited to do this because he strives to create harmony and peace in the midst of a crisis. The Hierophant's only problem is that he can be stubborn and hidebound. At his best, he is wise and soothing, at his worst, he is an unbending traditionalist.


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Do not let it be said that I can not follow others' lead. For what that is worth.


Saturday afternoon on Pokerstars has become a recent favorite for me. I get there about once or twice a month. PLO has come to reminds me of the plight of the lemming. Others have compared it to cards on crack or like a driven rail spikes to the brain. All entertaining metaphors that are rightfully earned. If you've played, you know. I have ordered a hair shirt and a set of thumb screws to enhance my masochistic experience. In all seriousness, it really is fun, and Pauly is always a gracious host. Stop by, enjoy an afternoon with the Doc.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008




Well it is official. I have signed up for the Nanowrimo. Something, never in my wildest dreams, I never expected, aspired or intended to do. But, it looks interesting. No where in the rules does it say this has to be a legible, readable, or even stomachable piece of literature. I give literature a very liberal definition here. Punctuation, spelling, plot lines (what the F... is a plot line anyway) are beyond my comprehension, ability or intent. Not that these are bad things, mind you. They are merely literary devices that are better left for those properly adept and or trained to use them.

Now, I promise to write whatever gibberish that finds itself spewing from my fingertips via my keyboard until I can no longer spew. That may be 5 words, 50 words, 5,000 words, but I gotta be honest, if 50,000 words, or even anything close, come from me in thirty days, I'm gonna be shocked. And should you get the least bit curious enough to attempt to read something I type, do not think that just because I use sentences and paragraphs that one paragraph will necessarily have anything to do with the paragraph either proceeding or following. However, I do hope to be of some encouragement to my friend, the BigPirate.

A New Generation of Anguish Approaches

I spoke with my brother today. He is retired from the Army after 25 years of service. About half of that time was spent in Germany. Lucky man, smart man too. He now works for the US Army as a civil servant in Germany. He has two daughters (Asliegh and Rachael) and one son (Conner).

It seems that Conner is quite the young athlete, taking after his father and uncles as a fairly co-ordinated competitor. He does not yet know the limitations of coming from a stock of midget warriors who rarely reach the towering height of 5'6".At the age of 12, it does not matter yet, and he will not be daunted. He plays line backer and is the 2nd string QB on his local team. My brother sent a photo of him behind center. . .It looked like he was about half the size of the center, which created its own set of comedic impressions, but still quite an accomplishment. Conner has been starting the whole year at LB, but has recently had a start at QB. While he is no threat to become an all star (at QB), he has still been able to move the team with some consistency.

All of this is good stuff, and we here are quite proud of him. The anguish comes in where Conner has decided that he, like his father and uncles before him, shall carry on the family tradition of self induced concussions, i.e. being a Gamecock fan. Like the road less traveled, this choice is the one that is likely to build the most character, develop the most humility, and produce the shortest of chewed off fingernails. He will learn the art of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory as if it were second hand. He will come to know and cherish the words "wait til next year" as if it were a religious tantra. For it is easy to be a fan of the Crimson Tide, or the Bulldogs, or the Tarheels, or any of another dozen or so tradition rich storied programs; whereas, the fan of the Gamecocks is continually baptized in the hot fire of humiliating defeats, moral victory (any defeat that is not humiliating) and eternal hope. Good luck young Gamecock fan, and may the farce be with you.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Oleadnder Tea

for our anniversary I directed my wife to visit this site. Now she meets me with a soothing cup of oleander tea and my favorite slippers every night when I come home.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

a day late and $6.60 short

What a great time the Numbblowme was. For the first 30 minutes, I don't think I could tell you who was at my table, I was so busy shoving without even looking at my cards. Actually a couple of times I saw my cards, but it didn't matter. I did eventually end the first hour with 100,000 chips, but never seriously improved that stack. With 2A.M. approaching I shoved AJ into AA, and I failed to suck out. What's up with that?

I was reading Bam Bam's write up and he said we were on the same table for a while, but I never saw him until after he was out. I had my donk blinders on. Yesterday was a crazy one at work, my anniversary, and my HS reunion (man, I went to school with some old phuckers), so this is the first chance I have had to report that I had *66 rebuys. I can't tell you how many 53, 94, 52 os's dis not hit for me. I was robbed. I did work my way over 30k in chips twice only to fall back down to zero.

I also donked off about 3 buy is at a blogger cash game, low stakes, big fun though.
All in all it was an A- night. An earlier start, or a turbo structure would be the only thing that could make it better. Many thanks to NumbBono and the crew at Buddy Dank Radio. Good job mi amigos.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Gamecocks. . . .who????

As I type, my illustrious Gamecocks are 5-3. Which puts them at 500 over the entire life of the program. Well, actually if you go back to the first game which was long before it was actually called football, we would still be 1 game under .500.

Let's see that was almost a thousand years ago. We had a quarteback named Harold and we were playing these kids from accross the channel. Their quarterback was some young tough named William. As South Carolina had not been founded yet, much less a University of chicken fighters dedicated to the prospect of mediocrity in field generalship, we went by the name of the Saxons. William and his crew were known as the Normans- and they were french. How ghey is that? The big bad Saxons lose to a bunch frenchie Norman people.

We were fresh off of a victory over some Vikings, where of course, we had been underdogs. So feeling full of ourselves we took to the field against these Normans. Who the devil is this Norman guy anyway and why would an entire team name themselves after him??? I think they were at sea too long crossing the english channel and Norman was the guy who spent the most time in the barrel. Or Maybe William was Norman's bitch. Either way, they beat the crap out of us, killed our quarteback and set us back almost 900 years before we could put a team together again. Now look what kind of team we got.

However, they did set a precedent. Everytime we put together a victory, or even a string of victories, where we beat some one we weren't supposed beat, you can bet your bottom dollar we will get a swelled head and lose to some french fry fag team who will beat us senseless and kill our quarteback.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Discretionary Spending

My lovely bride and I went to Asheville this past weekend to visit the Biltmore House/mansion/castle. Take your choice, but. . WOW!!! What a piece of impressive architecture. It kind of reminded me of Neuschwanstien. I saw Neuschwanstien Castle in Germany back in the early 90's. . .more impressive architecture, but that was built by a King. Vanderbilt was not a king in the traditional sense, though his grandfather was certainly a king of railroads and shipping. Either way, it took quite a bit of discretionary moolah to be able to fund the day to day upkeep, much less the construction costs, the landscaping costs, the shipping fees, the labor. . . .Ah, to have that bankroll for a month. . .a week. . .even a day!! Whew, more than I am worth, or foresee myself being worth (unless the inflation that is headed our way brings minimum wage close to a million dollars a year, ha ha).

While up there, I learned of Harah's in Cherokee. I looked them up on line, but did not see much about their poker room, if they have one. Does anybody know??? It might be worth another, better planned trip. The only casinos here in South Carolina (that I know of) are on the boats that dock at Little River. I have been there once so far, and threatened to go again, but the Cherokee thing might be worth a longer vacation type of thing. There are lots of nice little things to see in the mountains that would interest my bride, as she loves the mountains, but is not so much for the casinos.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Pricey Pimpage

NumbBlowMe Invitational
Tournament # 6382019510/23/2008
8:30 pm CSTNLHE - 0.10 + 1.00
Unlimited dime rebuys until first break
Dime add-on of 1500 chips at first break
password = bdankradio


Potentially gives new meaning to the phrase, "Brother can you spare a dime?" or in some cases "Can I borrow $5?" Please do not try these jests at home, as you may find that a sense of humor is not something that will be tollerated in some quarters. As will be attested by one jokeless bastard's response. They don't break appendages, but they will handicap keyboards.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Horseshoe up my. . . (or Trifecta II)

As I understand it, the term Trifecta originated in the horse racing world for the person who was able to "predict" the 1st, 2d and 3d place finishers. In modern slang it can indicate a favorable multiple phenomenon. I believe that it is a term that lends itself to donkey racing, or online tournament poker as it is more commonly known. That being said, I do believe this donkey found a horseshoe over this past weekend:

Donkament 2d
Tuckfard I 3d
Tuckfard II 1st

WooHoo!! to quote that great American philosopher Homer Simpson. A repeat performance from the bottom of the poker world (I had a similar run in June), but in the top of the land of fun. I am now the self proclaimed: Donkey of the week!!!

Ironically, in the TFI, Carson finished 1st, I was 3rd, we traded spots in the TFII. For my part, it was the luck of not zigging when I shoulda zagged, insteaded of any particular skill. I started out lucky when my pocket q's found a third on the river of an AKx flop- actually I was lucky twice in that no one raised me out of the pot before the river. I also took a hit when my Kx soooted, found a flush where I lost to the nut flush in the same sooot. Shortly thereafter, I was almost out of chips in TFI, suckin wind bad, when I went AI w/ 2 high clubs in the sb and luckily hit. Still in last place I went AI w/ Q 10 in my next BB. This is when I suspected I may have been carrying a little extra lead in my butt as I sucked out again. By this time the TFII had started, and unlike many of my on line brethren, who seem to have the talent to play 2 or 3 or 4 if not billions of games at the same time, I have quite the difficult time keeping up with playing one tourney--particularly a TF tourney where the chat box is always full of good humor, friendly banter, and witty quips.

As for the Tuckfard II, I can't say what happened. Generally, whenever I think for the slightest moment that I have horse figured out, I follow that thought up with big losses and early outs in sngs and small stake tables. A humbling game. . .with the potential to cause pain when I find myself staying in hands I should have folded one, two, or three streets earlier. Anyhow, the cards gods were smiling on me the past few days. Fun tourneys, good friends, and a good time, what more can one ask for??

Monday, October 6, 2008

Hey--It's Tuckfard Night.

Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.

This one I can apply to my own life. It is artificial inteligance (supposedly) that deals the cards and allows us to play games and tournaments where we get to spend time with our friends on line. It is my natural stupidity that makes me think my set of 8's is a good push when there are 3 spades on the board. You know this fits with Carson's definition of a Tuckfard, too. Where else can you have more fun for $3.50??? Not saying you can't, but, please clue me in if you find it.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.

You know there are some things in life that just don't have to be said. . . .some rules that don't have to be written. Some one emailed me a whole list of such things and this was at the top. I guess there are times that a good night sleep can be a shitty experience!!

Now, I can say, because I followed this rule tonight, I was able to finish second in the Donkament to bdiddie. There are actually three things that I did which I can attest positively affected my play tonight:

1) I took no laxatives. and
2) I took no sleeping pills, and last but not least,
3) I listened to BuddyDank Radio

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

a Tuckfardian good time

I played in my two favorite tournaments in the whole wide world on Monday evening. The Tuck Fard I and the Tuck Fard II. After 8pm though, I could barely stay connected. However, lady luck was on my side. I won the TF!, only being connected 1/2 the time I was playing. That might be the key--I didn't get the chance to donk my chips away during my disconnect time. I was the chip leader after the first hour and with 8 runners left. (I was in TFII at same time with a set of 10's) when my connection fritz started. By the time I got back there were 3 runners left in TF I: BamBam, Mojo and yours truly. I was in third, but had a competitive stack, I lost connection again and reappeared dangerously low with the antes moving up. I caught a lucky run and WTH, I won!! Do miracles never cease? I never caught any traction at the TFII, but I guess I can't complain about bad luck for another day or two now. Anyhow, win lose or draw, the TuckFards are the best. Nice company to keep. I'll keep showin up as long as they will have me.
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