Still truckin' along, grinding out the last few monthly bonuses I have left on my plate. Plus I can't seem to stay away from the 5/10 shorthanded Pacific Poker tables. It's like crack. If crack were, you know, a short-bus-riding monkey that'll call to the river with bottom pair, over and over and over.
Despite doing this online gambling thing for awhile I'm still amazed at how casually people will throw around money. Granted, I've been known to bet $300/hand playing blackjack at online casinos myself, but that's in a calculated fashion where I'm getting a huge bonus overlay that makes my initial investment +EV. I can't fathom doing that when it's 100% my money at risk. I can't fathom sitting at a 15/30 table and capping it pre-flop with 82o because you're bored/pissed/tired/drunk/simply a bad player. That's the equivalent of a month's salary in many nations of the world. Boggles me mind.
I need to buckle down this weekend and attack the garage, which has become the Lost City of Cardboard since, ohh, November. I got it decently back in order after the wedding explosion but Christmas basically wrecked it again and I've been ignoring it ever since. I also need to take my acoustic guitar in and get it back into shape, as it's been sitting there, forlornly, for months and months now, badly in need of a general reconditioning. Jebus only knows how out of playing shape I'll be (especially since I was never really in playing shape to begin with) but lately I've been getting the urge to bang around on it some.
Not that anyone doesn't know by now, but the next online WPBT event is happening Feb. 2 at 9:00 PM EST at PokerStars. Hopefully I can redeem my pitiful showing from the first two of these I've played in. Granted, there's not much I can do when I get my nut flush cracked by quad 9s and a set of aces taken down by a runner runner straight but we shall see.
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