Friday, September 30, 2005

Pot-Limit Omaha...

Continuing my quest for knowledge of other games...

Took my BIG $1 cash from the freeroll at AP a few days ago and tried one of their cheap-o PLO SNGs. Managed to pull out a win! Of course, in a $.50 PLO SNG, it's an easy bet that most people are new like me, or newer, at PLO.

Oh well. Felt good to win. Really didn't catch many monsters until late - mostly a lot of 2 pairs. Had one set, a boat to bust someone at the bubble, and another at heads-up. Each time it looked like the other player may have misread their hands, with 2 pr on the board and a set-card in their hole. I'm seeing a lot of that with hold 'em players like me - forgetting they can only play 3-board and 2-hole cards. Each time, I had a pair in the hole that matched the lone single on the board. Couldn't hit a straight or a flush all night.

If there is ever a game to humble you, PLO may be it. I mean, yeah, I had the boat, but I was calling them down with the 4th or 5th best possible hand (not probable, but still possible...). I was CALLING bets on the river with a boat. My mantra, however, is "try, try, try not to go broke all at once".

Anyway, I'm finding that I get enough playable hands that I am it is easy to make big laydowns on the flop when confronted with strength. Not sure I can lay down bottom set yet (at least, not unless faced with two big re-raises a la R. Williamson in last week's PLO WSOP episode - WOW), but I am laying down alot of top pairs and some two pairs when faced with big bets on scary boards. I did the same thing in the MTT and it seems to work so far. But, I have to admit, my focus in learning PLO has been cash game applications - I am really just leaning on my strategic NLHE tourney knowledge (stack-size, positions, etc) to get by.

While I feel ok (but not 'good') about how I'm playing my hands, I am freaking clueless about tourney strategy. It's just a constant, "don't go broke" loop in my head.

Pretty weak, eh?

Hey ...!

Hey BG, I think I got your e-mail from PokerStars…

Dear BG,

We saw your post at Oddjack this morning and just wanted to apologize for our insensitivity. The reason you did not receive an e-mail is that our web-mistress has an unnatural fear of people related to people with
thrice-confirmed huge junk. We’ve tried explaining to her that huge junk is not genetic, but she cannot get past her desire for midgets. She knows their junk is nice and tiny and won’t hurt her.

It also appears that another blogger did not receive the e-mail either, most likely because of his
tendencies towards bestiality.

We have also confirmed that she refused to send e-mail to one BigSlickNuts for the same reason. We find it ironic that someone so named, and who has also gone by the name “Girthboy” on several of our competitors’ sites, has thrice-confirmed small junk. When he contacted us and we told him about the misunderstanding, he tried to allay her fears by holding his thumb and forefinger about the distance one would a teacup and said,
“My cock is this big!”. It was only after this admission that we even allowed him to register.

Best regards,


Disclaimer: This is also meant to be read with tongue planted firmly in cheek. My junk is just fine.



With regard to the Pokerstars blogger tournament, I’d like to offer this suggestion: Please keep the banner information in a prominent part of your website, like the header or the top of your sidebar, rather then just a post.

Pokerstars is understandably doing this for marketing purposes, and given the HUGE overlay in this tournament, we should help by at least promoting this one tournament. Every Marketing organization measures the return on investment of their promotions, so if we want to see the blogging community engaged in this manner again we need to do our part. I know there are a precious few that have sponsors already, but for the vast majority of us this is just a great deal. And we all have the chance to come away as big winners, regardless of how much traffic we generate for ‘Stars individually.

Remember, this is a test of the ability of bloggers to drive traffic to a poke site. If successful, we may see more of these in the future. If you don’t know how to customize your blog, then please make a commitment to re-post your tournament banner every few days to bring it back to the top of your blog.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

I jumped this ^^^^^^^^^^ faster than Mean Gene would jump on Isabelle


A site that shows it's appreciation to those helping to spread the buzz about poker!

I got mine, y'all go get yours!


Played PLO with 2000 of my closest friends

Played PLO with 2000 of my closest friends tonight…

With less than 50 left, I was pretty close to shortest stack. Then I came back, bringing in the chip lead at various times. Made the money (top 18) with an average stack, taking a beat on the river for half my stack. Then, got rivered again on what would have been a split pot to go out in 17th place. Not a bad beat because we both flopped a straight, but he had the flush draw that got there.

So, of course, I once again made the second-to-last table. But, I’m much happier because this time it was PLO, not NLHE. Combined with last week’s 45th/2000 in 7-Stud, I’m feeling good about my progress in the high (versus High-Low) games. I was probably too aggressive towards the end for PLO, but I kept taking away the drawing odds and running into callers, unfortunately.

Anyway, 17th/2000 makes me feel good… for now.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

FeliciaLee: Maximizing Value in an Omaha 8 Hand

Good Omaha H/L strategy post by Felicia. I'd love to see more, especially some 7-stud posts since I think that's her best game.

Anway, Felicia, your comments are turned off, but I'd like to throw out one idea for what to call the strategy:

sKeme -

Ok, maybe it isn't quite there yet. But, imagine the chat:

" What the hell do you call that weak-tight crap?"

"Fuck-off"... or, I suppose to get around the filters "Fukc-off"


The Bigettes have pirate blood in their veins

The Bigettes have pirate blood in their veins

Mrs. Big’s father puts out an infrequent and irregular newsletter to family and friends. He’d been doing it for several years before I joined the family, and has never had the motivation to move to blogging, even though the process and context are the same. He frequently complains about the cost of ink and postage to send out 70 copies of his eight-page newsletter, and only recently surrendered to creating .pdf files and e-mailing them to those in the family with broadband.

Anyway, he is an amateur genealogist and in a recent newsletter, he examined the origin of a family name that he himself carries. He was born and raised in coastal NC, and spends portions of his trips there interviewing the ‘old folks’ back home, taking down their oral histories. His first and middle names came from two female cousins, a source of embarrassment for him his entire life that has led him to mostly refer to himself by his initials. Of course, I have no intention of revealing those names on the internet. There are no written records to support the story, just the tradition of passing this particular name down through each generation of the family (now broken in my own family) to go along with the oral histories that have been preserved from generation to generation. Who knows if it is true? But, still, a fun thing to tell the kids.

However, I will let him tell the story:

There was a pirate named Edward Teach, who along with his shipmates, preyed on shipping in eastern North Carolina and Virginia. Edward Teach was none other than the infamous pirate, Blackbeard. It is widely rumored that he took on 14 wives. The last was a 16-year old girl from Bath, the oldest city in the North
Carolina colony. There are no written records to support this, but the local folklore has it that her name was
[Family Name]

Aunt [___] claimed her family was related to Blackbeard’s family. Her maiden name was [____]; but her mother’s name was [Same name of 16-yr old girl involved with Blackbeard]; her grandmother’s name was [Same last name as 16-yr old girl involved with Blackbeard]; and her great grandfather was was [Same last name as 16-yr old girl involved with Blackbeard]. He and his wife… were both residents of Bath, Beaufort County, NC in 1860.
At this point, the written record gives way to the oral history. The area of Bath, NC supposedly has a large number of people still living there that have this same last name. While no one in his branch of the family can claim a definitive lineage to Blackbeard, it still makes a fun story to tell the girls – “Imagine, girls, you might have pirate blood in your veins!”


Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Baby Jesus Cries When You Touch Yourself

Ok for work... I think... depends, really....

Stupidity Reigns

Dear BSN05,

Due to unforeseen circumstances we were forced to cancel tournament '$250 Players Club Freeroll'.
(The tournament froze - again!)

At the time of cancellation, players were awarded prize money corresponding to the rank to be awarded to the next eliminated player. Following this 50% of the remaining prize pool has been divided equally and 50% has been divided based on the chip count of each remaining player.

$0.16 have been added into your account as per the following statement:

Tournament id: 470241Name: $250 Players Club Freeroll
Buy-In/Entry Fee: $250 Players Club Freeroll $0.00 / $0.00
Total Players to start: 2137
Players at the time of cancellation: 1823
Level at the time of cancellation: 1
Limit: 15.00 / 30.00
Total Chips in play: 2137000

Total Buy-in collected = $0.00
Initial Added money = $250.00
Prize Money already given = $0.00
Total prize pool = $0.00 + $250.00 - $0.00 = $250.00
Minimum prize pool award = $0.00 * 1823 = $0.00

Prize pool to be divided equally = ($250.00 - $0.00) / 2 = $125.00
Prize pool to be divided based on chip count = ($250.00 - $0.00) / 2 = $125.00
Entry Fee to be refunded = $0.00

When the tournament was called off, you were seated at 'Table 1042905' and you had 1565 tournament chips.
Your share of the minimum prize pool award = $0.00
Your share in money equally divided = $125.00/1823 = $0.07
Your share based on your chip count = $125.00 * (1565/2137000) = $0.09
Your entry fee refunded = $0.00
Total money refunded = $0.16

We apologize for any inconvenience we may have caused you. Thank you for playing.

Sincerely Yours,
Lucy Jones
Customer Care Manager
Party Poker
+1 (800) 852-4719 (Toll Free from US/CAN)
+350 50509 (International Charges Apply)

Now, at the risk of incurring the blogfather's ire, this is the most stupid thing I've seen from an online poker site. It was only a 50-pt freeroll, but I'd much rather have my 50 pts back so I could enter another freeroll than $.16. I know I'm a retard if I don't play at Party, but more and more I see that the place is run by retards so it makes it difficult, ya know?

Hey Lucy, is your $.16 supposed to make me feel better about your crappy site with it's crappy software freezing? That's happened to me twice at Party and never at any other site!

Sunday, September 25, 2005

More Sevens


Seven Colleges BSN Has Attended At Some Point In His Life

  1. Vanderbilt University

  2. Pasco-Hernando Community College

  3. University of Florida

  4. Santa Fe Community College

  5. University of Central Florida

  6. University of North Florida

  7. University of Tampa

Seven Most Important Things I Learned In College

  1. Psychology: Masturbating 7-10 times per week is [supposedly] abnormal.

  2. Sports: If you attempt to train for cross-country by running two days after breaking an ankle, your racing career will come to a screeching halt.

  3. Work: If you attempt to play golf barefoot two days after breaking your ankle for a third time, you will need more sick days than you have in your sick-day bank.

  4. Finances: There is a HUGE difference between CREDIT cards and CHARGE cards.

  5. Social: It is not always a good thing to budget $10 for beer on a night out, especially when it is Quarter-Beer Night at CJs Raw Bar in Gainesville.

  6. Women: Some women expect you to call the next day; others will pray you don’t. You will not be able to predict into which group they will fall.

  7. Karma: You will never get caught cheating when you’re holding a crib sheet, but you will get accused when you know your shit cold.

Saturday, September 24, 2005 - Time to Cash In? Three Signs Your Blog May Attract Buyers

For those of you with blogs that are worth a shit:


Time to Cash In?
Three Signs Your Blog May Attract Buyers
September 23, 2005

Brian Stelter set tongues wagging in the blogging community last year when he accepted an offer to sell his television-news blog,, to Inc., a New York-based media networking and education site.

The student, now 20, agreed to sell the rights to his blog, renamed TVNewser.com1, and continued to write for it. In return, essentially "pays my college tuition,"
Mr. Stelter says.

"It was a great deal for them because they're getting great content every day," he says. "And it's the perfect job for me because it gives me income without being a 9 to 5 job." Mr. Stelter wasn't specific about the terms of his contract, but says his compensation covers the roughly $3,500 a semester he pays as a full-time student at Towson University in Baltimore.

It used to be rare for an established, mainstream company to buy an individual's personal blog. Blogs are frequently updated online journals, typically authored by professionals, hobbyists, or regular Joes reaching out to share their thoughts, information and photographs with others. Few consider their blogs a business, though the growing use of advertising links and blog sponsorships have helped some turn a modest profit. While sales aren't making
headlines every day, there has been some business interest in buying blogs and hiring their authors as employees.

"Now you're seeing the professionalization of the product and they're starting to generate revenue," says Jason Calacanis, chief executive officer of blog network Weblogs Inc. in
Santa Monica, Calif.

So, if you're a blogger, could you cash in, and should you cash out? Here are three signs your blog may have what it takes to attract bids from prospective buyers, plus some considerations if you're mulling a sale.

You have Web cred. If you're an expert within your industry or passionate hobbyist who can bring insight to a topic -- and have the ability to turn a phrase -- your musings may attract a buyout offer. Strong traffic to your blog, numerous links to it from other blogs and frequent reader feedback are a few signs your blog is generating buzz that can attract buyers.

Laurel Touby, founder of, says media companies like hers are looking to
bloggers to fill gaps in coverage.

"Rather than hiring a full-time beat reporter, we hired a part-time blogger for a lot less," she says, referring to Mr. Stelter. Respected bloggers typically are obsessed with the subject matter they cover, she adds, and they attract a community of like-minded individuals
that companies want to reach.

"Having an engaging blogger to keep your customers coming back to your site is the quintessential 'sticky' factor," Ms. Touby says.

Your blog is a cash cow. Beyond authoritative and popular commentary, there are other reasons corporate buyers are looking at personal blogs. Revenue is one, says Steve Broback, a founder of Blog Business Summit, a conference organizer in Seattle. Income sources from blogs can include ad sales; sponsorships; affiliate programs, where bloggers encourage readers to buy products from merchants or services in return for commissions; and your garden-variety swag, such as books, T-shirts, and mugs.

How much a corporate buyer would be willing to pay for a blog varies depending on the content, but generally an offer of one to two times annual revenue would be consistent with offers for other small, Web-based media properties, Mr. Broback says. If your blog generates revenue of $10 a day, or $3,650 a year, you might expect to receive an offer in the ballpark of $7,500.

In addition, blogs that focus on a particular topic that is highly desirable to advertisers also tend to generate higher-than-average ad revenues, another boon to a potential buyer, says Mr. Broback.

You attract a coveted crowd. The type of readership your blog draws may affect the value of your blog to potential buyers, says Weblogs' Mr. Calacanis.

"Certain communities are worth more than others. For example, if you have a blog for dental surgeons and the buyer is a provider of medical equipment, that's a highly valuable community," he says.

Trickier to value is the size of a blog's audience. That's partly due to the proliferation of so-called RSS news feeds, Mr. Broback says. RSS, short for Really Simple Syndication, is an information aggregator that lets users browse headlines and short summaries from hundreds of blogs and Web sites all on one page. If readers want more, they can click on the blog's link and go to the entire post. (Read Walt Mossberg's guide to RSS9.) But if the reader doesn't click the link it isn't "counted" as traffic to the site, even though some of the blog's content has been read.

"With RSS, it's extremely difficult to measure how many people are reading what you're writing," Mr. Broback says.

Considerations when mulling a sale. Most often, companies will buy the rights to the blog and then hire the blogger, either as a full-time staffer or as an independent contractor, to continue writing the blog.

Pay is all over the map: from a low of $4 per post to a flat fee of up to $75,000 for a sponsored site, according to research by Blog Business Summit. Full-time, salaried bloggers earn in the $20,000 to $70,000 range, depending on skill level and benefits.

Anita Campbell, editor of the blog Small Business Trends, based in Cleveland, Ohio, says she's also seeing more hybrid business arrangements, where the blogger retains ownership of the blog but is paid to direct traffic to a corporate site.

A recent example of this type of partnership was French blogger Roland Piquepaille's deal with Zdnet.com11, owned by CNET Networks Inc. in San Francisco. Posts on his Roland Piquepaille Technology Trends blog now include a brief description of his commentary on the particular topic at hand, but if you want to read the entire post you must click on a link that takes you to the Emerging Technology Trends blog he pens on Zdnet.

If you're mulling a sale, you and the buyer should establish who will have editorial influence and control.

"The second you filter a blog, the audience will know and step out immediately, and the blog dies," says Mr. Calacanis.

Maurice Desmarais, president of the International Business Brokers Association in Chicago, says some in his organization are avoiding the business of buying and selling blogs for just that reason.

"Some of our members have dropped blogs because it's too onerous a process," he says. "There's a liability for the acquiring company because [blogs] deal with personal content that may be offensive or even libelous."

Bloggers who sell their blogs and don't stay on to continue blogging risk having their blog content altered or used in ways they'd never intended. Or the blog might wither and die from neglect, says Jeremy Wright of Ontario, Canada. Mr. Wright recently sold a blog,, for $2,000. (His reported sale of business and technology blog last year for $15,000 ultimately fell through.)

Still, bloggers who are burnt out after years of feeding the beast may welcome the idea of passing it on, says Mr. Wright.

"For some people it's like having a dog. You'd rather see it go to a good home than put it down," he says.

Friday, September 23, 2005



So, I’m browsing my Bloglines when I come across this.

For a moment I was sure it was some other BigSlickNuts blog (Note: Unlike some people with twice-confirmed huge junk, I will not link to myself) the OJ guys were referring to. I didn’t know if I should feel honored or mortified. Then I read it and said, “Ok, that was funny”.

Thankfully, there are no pictures of my big fat ass for them to mock. ;-)

Seriously, thanks for the link-up, guys.

Played a Party Freeroll

Played a Party Freeroll today…

I could not get a freaking card. Wait a minute, scratch that, I caught one freaking card during nearly 2 hrs of play. I rivered a 6 to go with my two 6s in the hole to beat JJ. The button had open-raised when I was in the small blind, and I tried to play back at him. Turned out he finally had a hand. My blinds were being hammered all day, so I just wanted to play back and get them off my back. Lucky I rivered that one.

That was my best hand all day. I had Ako twice, lost once to K-Rag two-pair and split 3-ways with the other. I put out a pot-sized raise pre-flop from MP and got called by the chip-bully in the BB and a random short-stack in EP.

Let me repeat: a random short stack CALLED in EP. He had less them 10BB’s, and my raise had been over 5x the BB.

K on the flop, and all the money goes in. Turns out the short-stack had K-3 (?!?! Calling a 5x raise PF?) and made two pair on the flop, so he was ahead. Fortunately for me (at this point!) runner-runner 4s to go with a 4 on the flop gave all of us identical boats.

Karma kicked me in the nads, busting me out with JJ when I pushed my short stack (about 9BBs and about 2x the pot at that point) on the button to punish a couple limpers and got called by K3s who turned the wheel.

But I’m not bitter.

Thursday, September 22, 2005



Played a 7-Stud freeroll today with 2000 of my closest friends. I figure that since I shouldn’t be playing with my own money right now, freerolls are the way to go and I might as well work on my other games. Omaha is going well, and my first (real) shot at 7-Stud went well also.

Just played ABC poker, playing trips, strong pairs, and 3-flushes/straights. Managed to last almost 3 hours, down to 45th/2000. Cash doesn’t start in these freerolls until 18th place, and that’s just a $1, so I’m not doing it for the money. Just trying to mix up my games a bit and learn and try to improve all-around.

It was a real interesting experience. I saw that when I ran up an above-average stack with less than 100 left I could have sat out and made the money. In fact, there were 2 at my table that did just that. But, like I said, I’m trying to learn so I pretty much stuck to ABC poker. I only got myself in trouble when I would try to bluff, doing things like raising my own bring-in to represent a big pair or trips in the hole. Two calling stations at the table made me regret that. Basically, unless they see that your up-cards beat their cards, they call you down. Nice when I had the goods, but painful late in the tourney. I was easily the tightest at all of my tables and thought I’d get more respect than I did when the limits moved up like they did.

So, I feel good about the experience.

Had another call from a recruiter for a job about 60 miles away. That would sure be nice. He seemed overly concerned with whether I would want to relocate or not, like it would expected that I would. Not fucking likely, even with gas prices as they are.

As I’ve said before, I live in a rural area north of Tampa, and our cost of living is pretty good. I got lucky, too, because I bought at the last possible moment before our real estate prices began skyrocketing due to population growth from Tampa. So, even with my estimated commuting costs (gas + tolls) of $23/day, I’d still be way ahead of what the increase in my mortgage payment would be if I moved closer to the metro area. Plus, the company has a 9/80 work schedule, so I’d have 2 days off each month anyway with no commuting costs.

Besides, I’d pass Derby Lane on my way home every night… ;-)

Anyway, I’ve been telling my family that I’m “feeling due” this week, and the calls started coming. Nice. I have that feeling you get when you bet that 4-flush on the come, just KNOWING it will hit.

Jinx. ;-)

But, I’m feeling better that at least the calls have started. I have to keep reminding myself that it has only been a month.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Richmond VA

Richmond, VA?     

I’m supposed to speak to a recruiter about a position in Richmond, VA tomorrow. The cost-of-living calculators and make it look about as affordable as where I am now, but I’m wondering if someone out there knows anything about the areas of town or suburbs that would be appealing. I see nice houses at affordable prices, but I don’t know if they’re in family-friendly neighborhoods or crack-city.

Mrs. Big isn’t thrilled about a relo out of Florida, so any information anyone can give us about the area would be greatly appreciated.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Popped in

Popped in a little bit to railbird silently.

Saw someone raise Pauly’s blind on his birthday. That’s just wrong.

Watched Earl tonight. If you didn’t but have it recorded, watch it now. Effin funny!

Be back in a bit after a few bustouts…

By way of explanatio

By way of explanation

I will not be playing in tonight’s WPBT. Regular readers will know why. Good luck to all. I may drop in for a little while and railbird.

Happy Birthday to Pauly!

Monday, September 19, 2005

From the Wall Street

From the Wall Street Journal’s Evening Wrap

Study: Emotions Hinder Traders

Successful stock trading requires smarts, but a new study suggests that brain damage might help, too. According to a study conducted by researchers from the Stanford Graduate School of Business, Carnegie Mellon University and the University of Iowa, people with brain impairments that suppress emotions might be the best suited to play the market, the Times of London reported. The researchers set up a simple gambling game that pitted people with normal emotions against the emotionally impaired. Participants bet $1 on a coin toss; if they lost the coin toss, they lost $1. But if they won the coin toss, they won $2.50. The logical play would be to bet constantly, one of the researchers said. But people with normal emotions tended to scare easily and not bet all the time. As a result, they were trounced by the emotionally impaired, or as one of the researchers described them, "functional psychopaths." ''It may be the first study that documents a situation in which people with brain damage make better financial decisions than normal people," Carnegie Mellon professor George Loewenstein told the Times

[In a gross generalization, BSN says] You’re not a winning gambler, you’re a functional psychopath.



Seven Hottest Old-School Porn Queens

  1. Christy Canyon

  2. Tracy Lords

  3. Ginger Lynn

  4. Marilyn Chambers

  5. Seka

  6. Amber Lynn

  7. Nina Hartley

Seriously, I have way too much time on my hands these days…

Friday, September 16, 2005



Seven things I’ve seen while drunk:

  1. I once saw a one-legged man dance with a one-armed woman in a honky-tonk.

  2. A hooker giving a blowjob to a guy in the parking lot of a strip club.

  3. A drag queen use the men’s room at Bennigan’s.

  4. Some guy in Dolphin shorts masturbating at the stage at the Foxhole strip club in Orlando, circa 1987.

  5. The inside of the 33rd Street Jail in Orange County, Florida. (Note: NOT for DUI!)

  6. A bar fight at a redneck bar where one guy hit the other guy over the head with the lid from a toilet tank.

  7. A policeman’s spit-shined shoes on the sidewalk outside of Sloppy Joe’s in Key West where I was thrown by 6 bouncers after getting into a fight with a biker that pushed a friend of mine.

So, I’m watching Crossroads on CMT tonight. I’m actually impressed with how well Jon Bon Jovi sings the country songs. Usually, it seems like the country artist does the rock better than the rock artist does the country, but this time it’s definitely the other way around.


BuccaneerMike and I had a discussion after the poker game last week about there being something attractive about trashy-looking women. He wasn’t talking about slutty-looking women in low cut blouses and short skirts and too much make-up and big hair. He was talking about white-trash-y. Trashy-hot.

So, I pull up to the L’il Champ at the corner this week and see this trashy-hot woman walking out, and I say to myself, “Self, that there is one trashy-hot woman getting into that 15 yr-old Suburu station wagon. And that little hitch in her walk is kinda sexy!”

Then, I noticed that that little hitch was because of her prosthetic leg.

I felt like a Jeff Foxworthy joke.


Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Reality Bites

Reality Bites

Confession time: I watch some reality shows.

Tommy Lee Goes to College: I likes. How about the Hot Tutor? If I were… ok, about 10 yrs younger…. and about 100 lbs not-so-fat… and single… and better looking… and rich… the math would be easy: Hot Tutor = The Next Mrs. Big

Of course, there would be the small matter of woo-ing her. Details, details…

Rock Star INXS: Not so much. Oh, I have my favorite singer (Suzie), but not a big fan of the band. Mrs. Big, on the other hand, was a groupie back in the day. Oh, she CLAIMS only to have been a fan, but when the band played at UF in Gainesville back in the 80’s, she used her contacts to escort the band from the time they got to the airport until after they were safe and sound back at their hotel. She admits to drinking in the hotel bar with the boys and said they were all well-behaved and gentlemen, even Michael Hutchins who supposedly spent the evening sitting by himself at the bar, drinking alone.

But, I wonder, ya know? Maybe it’s that secret grin I see on her face while watching the show. Or maybe it’s my imagination…

Back to Tommy Lee: Line of the night tonight:
“That’s like asking me what I was thinking about when I wrote Girls, Girls, Girls!”

Yeah, I only threw that one in there because I know y’all won’t be able to get that song out of your heads at work tomorrow.

Girls, girls, girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls, girls, girls
Dancin’ down on the Sunset Strip
Girls, girls, girls
Red lips, fingertips…

Girls, girls, girls
At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale
Girls, girls, girls
Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails
Girls, girls, girls
Raising hell at the 7th Veil

Oh my. I need a SCE (Strip Club Experience) bad.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

So that was fun

So, that was fun…


Picked up another league win.

BuccaneerMike: “Damn, you win one every time you come!”

Yeah, you noticed? I’ve been on a monster rush the last few months against da home game guys, whether playing for money or for league points. Another place where I haven’t has a losing session in a while (dang, there I go again, tempting the poker gods).

No biggie, he was the only competition besides the league guy that was running the thing, I wound up heads-up with league-guy with a monster chip lead and took it down in 4 hands.

No cash, just points. Plus a beer as a bounty on league-guy.


Quiet night, just an aborted fight. No punches thrown, the barmaid took care of it without trouble. Saw lots of barflies and heard a new term for those lower-back tattoos they all seem have: Targets.

Yeah, baby….


Caught up on all the news while I was sulking at home. Two weeks ago, the place was overrun with a gang of young skinheads. A 10 on 1 ambush took place when an African-American dared step in the parking lot. Two guys that tried to help him out wound up taking some badges of honor in a losing battle. The police were called to restore order.

Last week, 30 Warlocks showed up to show the flag and send a message to the skinheads. Tonight, the place was dead, neither bikers nor skinheads in attendance. Just us, some pool players, and an inordinate number of back-tattooed, big hair barflies.

Gotta love the South…


Da’ home game, which has been on hiatus the last 6 weeks or so, is coming back in 2 weeks. An early start time, too – 4 p.m. I think the early start time is to accommodate a late-night nudie-bar trip. I have the bankroll to play, but obviously it would be bad form at home to do so. So my cover story is that BuccaneerMike is backing me.

Shhhh…. Its our secret….


How do I know I allowed myself to get too obsessed with the game?

Seeing Jack Black’s shirt during the telethon last night and recognizing it as the Suicide King.

Sick, I’m sick.

Family Dinner

Family Dinner

My parents, Mama & Papa Big, had a small family gathering this evening. My brother and his family are living with them while their house is being built, so they were there, of course. Also. My Uncle and his wife just retired and moved down, so they were there, along with one of our cousins. Conversation was lively, as usual. For once, there was a new story told.

Papa Big accused Mama Big of making a nun cry when she was in grade school. Her retort: “Pshaw, she was just a Novice.”

Uncle reminded us of the same story he has told EVERY time he’s seen me in my 38 years on the planet. Seems right after I was born, he decided to take the train from his Air Force base in Kansas to visit us in Chicago. He was in uniform, carrying a trike with a horse-head on it, as a present to me. Yeah, he didn’t realize it would be about 18 months before I’d even be able to sit on it on my own, never mind ride it. Anyway, one of the Navy’s major boot camps is at Great Lakes, outside of Chicago. Lots of sailors on the trains into and out of Chicago those days, and they all had something to say to the Airman in the baby-blues, carrying a child’s trike. And Uncle was always a scrapper, and took the worst of it that time.

Yep, hear that one every time…. every time…. Every time…

Spent considerable time discussing the sexual preferences of our younger male cousins, including one that just got married last week. We’re convinced those boys are living a lie, and their significant others are going to be in for a rude awakening some day. Not that there’s anything wrong with it.

BuccaneerMike is on his way over to pick me up to go over for some bar-league poker. Yep, back to the bikers and trashy divorcees. He picked up a first and a second last week, so I guess his slump may be coming to an end. Me, I haven’t been playing online at all, just a couple hit and run live sessions at the track when I’ve been in Tampa. I saw Badblood’s post earlier this week about playing better when he isn’t playing as much. I’m experiencing the same thing. Because I don’t play as often, I want every decision to be the best decision. When I was putting in 3-4 hrs/day, a live session was just an extension of my online world so my attitude was that I would make mathematically-correct plays and know that I’d make money in the long run.

Now, there is no “long-run” for me. So, I put more pressure on myself to read the opponents, put people on hands, along with the math. I definitely FEEL better about my play. I haven’t had a losing session since getting laid off (oops, now the poker gods will smite me!). Better knock on wood. But still, my focus at the live table has been much improved, and I try to make every decision count.

We’ll see how colorful the crowd is at the bar tonight, perhaps I can beat another story out of it..

Friday, September 09, 2005

GVegas folks

G-Vegas folks –

Any chance anyone has contacts at SYNNEX in Greenville. The company and this job are right up my alley.

I’m just trying to identify the hiring manager for the position. Headquarters in CA, though, so it’s possible the hiring manager may be located out there, but if anyone knows anyone that could map this out for me, it would be greatly appreciated.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

What's this? A strategy post from BSN?

Here’s a counter-intuitive poker strategy post…     

Please feel free to comment:

Prevailing wisdom is that, in general (and IT DEPENDS!), your preferred strategy is do the opposite of the table. That is, if the table is loose, tighten up. If the table is tight, loosen up.

But, if you consider the implied odds of your hand, you would do the exact opposite. For instance, at a table with 7 limpers, you can literally limp with about 2/3 of the deck pre-flop and be mathematically correct. If you fold when you miss the flop, yes you’re losing 1 bet/hand. But when you hit the flop, you’re going to pick up 20+ bets.

On the other hand, at the tight tables, your implied odds require you start off with a very strong hand. If you’re only up against one or two players, and assuming only one goes to showdown with you, you’re only winning 5-8 bets.

A little simplified, I know. For instance, I’m not counting any of the fold equity at the tight table (there is NO fold equity at the loose table – your hand WILL BE shown down).


Monday, September 05, 2005

Too much time on his hands... or brilliance?

I must admit that my first reaction to this kid is that he probably needs to find a girlfriend. But as I watched, mesmerized by the absolute brilliance of his trick-shot artistry, I gained a grudging respect for the master.

While I have not personally had the benefit of live participation in, nor observation of, the ACHE, (which, by the way, was the first poker blog I ever read way back when!), I've gotta believe this kid may be a first-round draft choice...

Saturday, September 03, 2005

I've started this post a thousand times

I’ve started this post a thousand times

I’m sorry, but I haven’t been online in several days. I haven’t read anyone else’s blog (Bloglines is up to 280 posts and counting) and I don’t know what is happening in your lives, nor how you’ve dealt with the tragedy on the Gulf Coast. I’m sorry, but for the first time I can truly say this post is written for me.

Nothing to see here. No poker, either.

As the news from New Orleans grew worse as the days progressed, I felt like I was watching a horror show. I live on the Gulf Coast of Florida, in a rural area just north of Tampa. We experienced direct hits from two of last year’s hurricanes, Frances and Jeanne. Each was a summer rain shower compared to what I’ve seen on TV over the last week. The destruction left behind is our nightmare scenario. Similar destruction and flooding is predicted here when there is a direct hit on the mouth of Tampa Bay. So, as my family and I watch this terrible scene play out, we ask ourselves, “What if?”.

My emotions are all over the place. One minute, I experience dismay over the lack of assistance for those poor people, and the next I recall my own experiences over a six-week period last fall. Those that have never experienced a hurricane have a difficult time visualizing the challenges that follow one.

During each storm, we lost power. Normally, this would not be such a terrible thing, but I have sleep apnea and use a CPAP to keep from suffocating during my sleep. Like the people that chose to stay behind in New Orleans, I chose to stay in my home and hope everything would be fine. Time and time again we experience near misses and close calls; just a few weeks earlier, Hurricane Charlie passed within 60 miles of my home and we would never have known it was there if we weren’t watching TV. So, each time, we expected to be fine. But, each time, we were disappointed and forced to evacuate quickly while the eye passed over. We were fortunate that my family lived nearby. While they lost most of their roof and we had water pouring through the ceiling, their neighborhood had underground utilities and power outages were mercifully short.

The roads, however, were incredibly challenging to navigate. Water would rise and fall quickly, only to rise again. Trees were down everywhere. The day after one storm, we returned to assess our home for 15 minutes, only to find that floodwaters rose during that time and kept us from returning on the main road. With trees down all over the side roads, it was only because I knew the forest roads that we managed to get out of the area.

When I hear of how long it took to get supplies and transportation into New Orleans, I am dismayed but not shocked. The amount of damage is incredible. These agencies stage their supplies outside of the hurricane zone in a geographic arc, then work from the outside in as roads become passable. This means it takes the longest period of time to reach those most in need at the center of the landfall area. Rescue workers and helicopters are focused on saving lives in immediate danger. I’ve heard people criticize the military for not airdropping supplies, but this is something that has to be considered strategically. Airdrops are incredibly inefficient, and there is no way to drop the volume of supplies necessary to support the numbers of people we saw at the Superdome and convention center. Drop what you can and hope it gets to the people most in need? Perhaps, but the most likely scenario would involve riots with many injuries and probably deaths as the evacuees literally fight for their lives.

Responsibility for hurricane preparedness begins at the micro level and moves to the macro level. Each family prepares a hurricane kit that contains a week’s worth of canned goods and water. Your important papers are kept in waterproof and fireproof containers, and are kept in easy reach for a quick evacuation. Local governments are responsible for developing a shelter system, and populating it with volunteers from the community and organizations like the Red Cross. State governments are responsible for coordination amongst the localities and serve as conduits to the federal government and necessary industries. The federal government, through FEMA, provides post-storm assistance in the form of temporary housing (trailers and campers), re-supply of shelters, and financial loans and grants not only for communities, but also for individual homeowners.

So, when I hear people criticize the federal government for post-storm response, I get confused. Where was the leadership within New Orleans? Where were the police? Day one after landfall, there was no flooding. The levees didn’t break until the next morning. Why does anyone think the federal government belonged in New Orleans the first day when the city was in good enough shape for people to get out and about and start cleaning up the bars in the French quarter, and Brian Williams doing his broadcast from atop a pile of rubble in DRY New Orleans? After my experiences last year, and seeing the news reports, I believed the worst was over.

Local and state authorities are called ‘first-responders’ in the Homeland Security world. In this case, news reports indicate that as much as a third of the first-responders in New Orleans abandoned their posts. This was neither predicted nor expected. I think all of us expected these first-responders to behave the same way as the NYPD and FDNY did, riding towards trouble, not fleeing from it. I’ll certainly give the government the benefit of the doubt and say they expected it also. Regardless, the local police are the people with the responsibility to provide security at the large shelters like the Superdome and convention center. When I hear that there were rapes and murders in those places, my heart breaks. And then I grow angry. Where were the police? How dare the mayor of New Orleans get on the radio and demand that the federal government get off their asses when he failed in his first duty, providing leadership to the first-responders responsible for maintaining social order. Guiliani he is not.

Putting National Guardsmen in place in critical mass is the next step of escalation. But, if the roads are impassable, what do you do? Wait a minute, I saw newsmen reporting from there! Yeah, but I also that they caught rides on boats or waded in. For a battalion of soldiers each carrying 75 lbs or more of gear, this isn’t practical. While you or I might say, “get in there anyway, people are dying”, the guardsmen still had to worry about re-supply and staging areas and a host of other issues that we never see but are critical to their ability to carry out their mission. And when your first responders… don’t… your mission becomes even more complicated.

So, I guess I’m a little more understanding of the federal response, and a lot more critical of the local and state response than most of the crap I hear on TV. I know how it’s supposed to work. I’ve seen how it works firsthand.

I’ve watched too many news reports. I think Kanye West is a moron. You can think what you want, Kanye, but you were there to raise money and all you accomplished was pissing off half the country. Fortunately the vast majority of the half that you pissed off are still going to support those in need in SPITE of you, not because of you. And to get on national television and say you were going to call your business manager right after the broadcast and see how much you can afford to give? Dude, every single one of us already knew how much we could give. We’ve been thinking about since Monday, since Tuesday, since Wednesday, since Thursday, but you only thought to call your business manager on Friday night?

Take your head out of your self-absorbed ass, Kanye. You suck. You're a spoiled little boy. Send me a private e-mail and I'll gladly tell you where I live so you can come beat my ass. After you're finished beating on me, I'll tell you you're an ass again. Then, I'll go buy one of your CDs so I can piss on it and you can tell your business manager to donate my $15 in your name. Go cry to your Mama, you little turd. Last night wasn't about you "keepin' it real", it was about getting help for those people. Shut the fuck up.

And CNN. You guys have been doing great work. Until tonight. The 3-hour special to raise funds for not only the Red Cross, but a host of other organizations that are heavily involved now, or will be heavily involved later (Habitat for Humanity – keep that one in your thoughts and charitable donations) was a great idea. Your full slate of COMMERCIALS was not. I hope you donate every penny you made during those 3 hours. Maybe you announced exactly that, but I was so disgusted by it that I turned it off before you did. Disgusting. That’s why people think American businessmen are greedy heartless bastards.

I’ve heard reports about some foreign countries offering support, both financial and in-kind. I hope we take them up on it. American pride is one thing. But anything they can do to offset the cost of this disaster will help and be appreciated. I especially hope we take Fidel up on his offer of 26 tons of supplies and 100 doctors, mostly because I don’t think he means it.

Oh well. I’ve gone on long enough. I’m sure this is a meandering mess of contradictions and hypocrisy, but I just had to get it written down and hope it leaves my head so I can move on. We’re hearing rumors that our hospitals will be taking in patients from that area, and Mrs. Big wants to see what we can do to help.