Congrats to the lucky blogger types who did well in the blogger freeroll, including Glyphic, Ankhorahil, and likely others I missed or don't know.
About halfway through "The Odds: One Season, Three Gamblers, and the Death of Their Las Vegas" by Chad Millman, which I'd highly recommend for, well, pretty much everyone, even if you're a poker type that looks askance at all non-poker gambling. Pretty interesting glimpes behind the scenes, as far as the nuts and bolts of bookmaking, but also interesting as far as seeing the same demons that all gamblers tilt at, as far as bankroll management and the sheer addictive nature of competing and winning, when money is at stake, and the complete and utter emptiness of the endeavor when things don't break your way.
It's good timing to read it, methinks, as of late I've been getting the itch again to give playing full-time a whirl. This pretty much happens whenever I go on an extended heater and start crunching numbers, looking at where I'm making money, and let myself go down that road of attempting to convince myself that I'm costing myself money in the long run by remaining at the day job. This is folly, and I know it's folly, but it's still tempting. Many experienced folks much wiser than myself have put forth the sage advice to let poker stay a proftable hobby, as far as keeping yourself happy and sane, and I know that's the case for me, and fully intend it to be the case. Especially when about to buy a house.
The last few months have been nuts, as far as the cash I've been pumping through Neteller, largely arbing money back and forth between sportsbooks. I still shake my head in wonder sometimes, as it's the dumbest way in the world to make money, but hell, it works, and I'm going to milk it for all its worth, while its milkable. And then turn around and sink as much of that profit as possible into rental properties and renovating and/or flipping properties.
I'm probably a year or two out from it being realistic, but I'd like to get to the point where I could comfortably ditch the day job and just buy and renovate houses, turning around 2-3 a year and making about what I currently make at the corporate monkey job. I can't say any true Dream Job exists for me, but that'd be pretty close, all things considered.
Vegas in 9 days. Woot.