The featured "Blog of Note" at Blogger right now is the PokerStarsBlog
blog. Did I use the word "blog" enough in that sentence? Screw you.Otis
, that bastard
, is in Monte Carlo doing his thing during the EPT Championships. Isabelle Mercier made it to the second day, only to have aces cracked TWICE and finally go out against a villain who ended with quad nines. That's the only way she loses, by the cruelest twists of Fate. I ran to the top of a very tall hill and shook my fist at the heavens, screaming, "You bastard!!!" That should help change her luck going forward.
Odd that I won that MONSTER hand yesterday and yet I'm pretty blase about it. I guess because I had the nuts and didn't have to make any difficult decisions or get tricky. Another reason is that I was pretty beat and lightly buzzed and it was past my religiously-sanctioned bedtime. Friday's are always a bit fuzzy for me, after playing and drinking all night I'm pretty much whupped. As I am right now. But tonight I'm just gonna go home, get myself in flannels, and play some poker. Nirvana.
My cousin Noreen is in Vietnam, and seems to be enjoying her trip immensely. Especially the food, which she told me is fantastic. Proof that Vietnam is making progress--she flew from Danang to Hue, and the Vietnam Airlines plane she took was an Airbus. Her guide said, "Russian aircraft are too dangerous". As you know, I don't much like flying--you try to get me on a Soviet-era plane made by Tupolev or Illyshin and you'd better have a taser and LOTS of duct tape. Because, brother, I am gonna make a SCENE.