Tuesday, November 29, 2005


Slack is an interesting word. I guess technically it means when a rope is not pulled as tightly as it can be.

Slacker is an off-shoot, and I'm not sure how it is related. Maybe if someone is responsible for keeping the rope tight, yet constantly lets it go loose, he is a slacker. An irrepsonsible person. That's me.

I haven't written anything in this blog in a week. I did a comic, and did the SirWaffle banner thingy, but I haven't written anything meaningful in a week.

But it has been a rough week, as there's still a lot up in the air about my future. I'm having a difficult time getting commitments out of well-meaning people.

So cut me some slack!

Da Pokah

Poker has been up and down. (Isn't it always?) The casino last week was a rousing success. Three separate sessions of $3/$6 Limit netted a total of $300 in profit. Oddly, I got up $100 in each session very quickly, and then plateaued. After I took a break, each session resumed with a winning streak. I can only assume that it's the way I play with a double-stack profit in front of me. I will have to look at that.

Saturday after Thanksgiving was a disaster. I decided after my stellar B&M performance the previous week in Kansas City that I was a limit expert, so I donked off $100 at Full Tilt Poker trying to beat a luckbox. When you lose to someone who raises EVERY SINGLE HAND and calls down to the river with nothing, you aren't much of an expert. I lost to that person with AA, KK and AA on three consecutive hands. One of my AA's got cracked by their 72s. Oh, the irony. If you ever see LadyLabia on Full Tilt Poker, good luck.

It all found its way back to me on Sunday, as all the hands that wouldn't hold up in Limit managed to fare much better at NL. I won back my $100 in a very short session, then went up another $300. Either I'm a much better NL player than Limit player, or I just got a lot luckier on Sunday than I did on Saturday. Since I personally think I'm a better limit player, I think we'll have to go with the luck this time.

Yesterday I played in a multi at Full Tilt, and almost managed to Gigli it. I went out SECOND. Second hand, I have 66. Guy two players after me goes all in for $1500 and I just know it's a moron. I call, and he shows "Roger." Ten-four, suited of course. A Ten flops and I even screw up the Gigli by coming in 621st out of 622. Whoopee! Mr. Ten-four (with the pokeriffic nickname "Rounder22") goes out 4 hands later. CJ, I ain't.

I'm kind of bored with poker, and when I get bored I usually try to find something to work on. I think it will be my multi's. I can't remember the last time I made a final table. My participation hasn't been spectacular lately, so it's no wonder. I'm sure my shitty attitude lately has something to do with that.

I'll try to do better.

1 comment:

leathej1 said...

Hang on, little tomato.