I’m working from home today because the mover’s are moing my whole group to a new building at work and since they’re slow as shit it’ll take all day. So far I’ve had a nice, leisurey morning of reading the internet and playing poker. I hit my first straight flush ever, and only made about $10, but at least I can say I’ve done it. I went to Bay 101 last night to play some real poker and at one point had my nut flush fucked in the ass by a straight flush to the tune of about $50. That was not fun, so I guess karma came back my way this time.
Lately I’ve been just barely hanging on at pokerroom.com. I’ll play well for awhile and get up to around $60 on 1-2 before going over to 2-4 and getting bad beat by some lunatic back down to $10 where I have to start all over again. The good thing, however, is that playing with live people actually re-energized me as far as playing goes. I was getting sick of playing sterile online poker where you have no interaction. The flip side is that you don’t have to sit at a busted down table where, when you lean on the rail, all of your 120-odd chips fall on the floor and you look like a goof. I had a bunch of small losses and a couple of big wins, and ended up down $40 on the day. That’s not bad considereing I was down $200 at one point.
GMC has found a job, but I don’t think he’s let everyone on here know yet. I’ll let him post a Very Special Blog Entry by Ryan Casperson to give you guys the whole story. The only problem is that his job is from 7am-7pm and it’s located about 30-45 minutes away… and he’s currently sick. I don’t think he’s been checking whazzmaster as often as he’d like.
Rock Chalk: I command you to make a blog post AS Evil Erin. I think that would be hilarious.
I made reservations at Paolo’s in San Jose for me and wifey on Saturday night. I haven’t had good Italian in quite a while (for some reason, as excited as people are to go to sushi, indian, persian, and mexican food out here they never want to eat at a nice Italian place). I’m hyped for it, and it does come highly reccomended by fuddruckus. I’m looking forward to A GOOD TIME/ROMANTIC AS HELL evening on Saturday.
Jen has been corresponding recently from May-hee-ko, where she posts all day drunk on margaritas and while being sodomized by a mexican doctor. All in the name of MEDICINE, ladies!
The more I think about Wirkus’ suggestion of a Playmakers-style show revolving around a mythical wrestling federation, the more interested I am. That would be one fucking cool concept, even if the meta-ness of it would blow most casual wrestling fans’ minds. Imagine not only going to the backstage area, where supposedly “real” things are happening, but to the “turn off” the cameras and see what REALLy happens behind the scenes. In the season opener the main event star would break his neck in the ring and get put on the shelf. The first season would then revolve around the backstage struggles of everyone to deal with a.) the fact that the star of the promotion is paralyzed now, and b.) who will take his place? Good shit, all of it. Wirkus, call Hollywood now and pitch this to them. Just call anyone in Hollywood.
Old Man: what is it like when Jen H. is not around to run around the office and yell about po white folks asking her tax questions? More relaxing, or less entertaining? You have to pick between those two choices.
That’s it for now. Holler back.