thepeopleseason: (cupid)
Two weekends ago, I'd pretty much caught up on all of the TiVo that I'd needed to. A backup of five weeks of Deadwood and South Park on top of the weekly viewing of Everwood, 24, Lost, and all the other network shows that I follow were behind me--only an episode of Real Time with Bill Maher and a single Mythbusters remained.

Somehow, in my newly-discovered free time, I've nearly drowned myself with an inundation of new media which, in addition to my weekly television fix, includes:
  • The Jerk DVD from Netflix
  • Dumb and Dumber DVD from Netflix
  • Ai Yori Aoshi Vol 1. DVD from Netflix
  • The Colour of Magic, The Light Fantastic, and Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett Audiobooks
  • Negima and Love Hina by Ken Akamatsu Manga
  • Cupid DVDs that I bought on ebay
  • Kingdom Hearts on the PS2
  • Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando on the PS2
  • Hoyle Casino Omaha and Triple Crown poker tournaments on the PC
  • The LJ friends list
It's become quite a dilemma as to what I should do when I get home--do I watch the episodes of The Daily Show that have backed up to the point where the TiVo will start deleting them, or do I check the friends list (I know if I sit at the computer I'll be likely to start up a poker tournament)? Do I continue listening to what happens to Granny and Esk, or should I watch to see just who proposes marriage in the season finale of Gilmore Girls (I chose both--unfortunately not seeing who proposed because the stupid WB overran the 9:00 pm cutoff time because of their ten-minute included promo of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants--and ended up going to sleep at 1:00 AM after re-reading some more Negima)?

The meatspace isn't helping--just last night I went to see Unleashed with a friend, and a group of ten of us are in preparations to see Revenge of the Sith tomorrow night. The Independent's been holding a few Texas Holdem tournaments (in which I've been regularly placing), and I've made arrangements to meet up with the Indy's new waitress at Wallcrawlers to do some bouldering.

And on top of this, I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped.

Update

Aug. 13th, 2004 07:16 pm
thepeopleseason: (freakin' duck)
The car is now in the hands of Atlanta Import Collision. I have a rental car reservation for pickup tomorrow. My back is inordinately sore.

In the copious time I've had to spend on the phone today (including a conference call I sat on for work), I've gotten a little better at the chip twirl and chip flip.

I suspect much of my commuting for the next week will be exclusively between work and home.

Sigh
thepeopleseason: (sincity)
Had quite an extended weekend.

On Friday, I left straight from work to drive down to Newnan, where Amy, Runa, Yvonne, and [livejournal.com profile] tiiguy held the grand opening of their latest endeavor--Alamo Jacks, a new restaurant/bar located right on Newnan square. I stayed there from about 5:45 until 1:30 AM, with the occasional foray out to pick up Bloody Mary Mix and ice when the ice-maker failed to keep up with demand. All told, I think they estimate about 1000 people came through the doors, and they ran through up to six times the amount of beer and liquor supply of a good night at DuPree's. When I finally got out of there, my feet were killing me, my neck a bit sore from craning it about looking at the pretty young things, and I was in moderate danger of keeling over into the steering wheel during the 45 minute drive home (I would make it home, awake, aware and well).

The Brother flew in Saturday morning, and we spent the weekend hanging out. Got a great deal of food, and spent some time with his friends from Boynton Beach, Mark and Theresa. On Monday, we hit Ria's for a short stack of buttermilk pancakes with carmelized bananas, and then hit stores until lunch at Udipi. After I dropped him off at the airport, I milled about at home until it was poker time.

At the Alamo on Friday, I finally convinced Patty to join me at poker, so I met her at the game. I played tightly for the first few hands, taking down a couple of small pots before dealer's choice rolled around the first time. I made a lot of money when I hit a wheel playing 7 Stud 8/b, and dropped a bit when I hit threes full to someone else's fours full playing the same game (I had 8733AA, so I had a fair chance at a low and a high, and I was getting good pot odds on the draw).

On the final hand of my night, I played a high hand--(KJ)T, catching another King on fifth street. With a Queen on sixth, we ran out of cards, so we had to go into the mucks for remaining cards. I had noticed that Patty folded her Ace of clubs right after the deal, and there were two aces already out there. I didn't really put anyone on anything more than two pair, however. After the dealer shuffled the mucks, and dealt me the card from the top, I looked, and lo and behold, Patty's folded Ace of clubs stared back at me.

All told, less tips to the dealer, I nearly tripled my money (I did give some to Patty to play with, but I'm going let her keep that, especially since she gave me that final Ace).
thepeopleseason: (sincity)
Played at the Madison Grill on Wednesday with [livejournal.com profile] flattop. He played the first round and built a pretty impressive stack, but got blinded out playing too conservatively when they got higher. I had to play at a table with three apparent fish, who were just way too annoying for words. Folding out of turn, questions like "What do I have to put in?" weren't the half of it. The drunk guy who eventually won the table played AKh on a three-hearted flop and had to rely on a large entourage to advise him to go all-in after my opponent bet. Play your own damn cards, guy. If you need someone else to tell you what to do, you should go back to the training table.

My back is somehow killing me. Not sure what exactly I did to it (probably slept awkwardly on a pillow), but it just suddenly started smarting. I suppose slouching in front of the computer screen all day and at a poker table all night doesn't help.

Answers behind the cut... )
thepeopleseason: (sincity)
From [livejournal.com profile] ludditerobot (who will probably get at least one of the obscure ones), The lyrics meme )

Played some poker last night, and more than doubled my buy-in, when I sat down to my first hand--Jacks full playing Omaha 8. Played tightly for most of the night and got a little crazy towards the end. Now I need a few more nights like this to pay for my new computer!
thepeopleseason: (fluke)
Went to the book club yesterday, and of all things, played a little bit of poker. Of course, we had read Positively Fifth Street, so it was somewhat understandable.

Happy Birthday to El Guapo, himself. A sweater is forthcoming...

Huh

Jul. 15th, 2004 12:10 am
thepeopleseason: (all in)
I just spent the last five hours upping my "Met Someone Famous" quotient.

Back in 1998/99 or so, when the Superbowl was being held in Miami (I don't particularly care to remember exactly what year it was), a couple of friends and I took off to South Beach that weekend, trolling the already crowded streets, dressed in suits and sharp dresses, hoping to just have a good time. As we were on our way to Liquid (I believe this was Madonna's old bar, or something else just as pretentious), I happened to spot Luke Perry cartwheeling an arm as if to beckon his entourage forward. Someone else would mention that Calista Flockhart was with him, but I didn't catch her as they piled into an awating limo.

In my first year in Atlanta, I was playing pool at DuPree's when I noticed a tall, African-American man with a distinctive voice. I approached him and asked, "Are you Chris Tucker?" He nodded, and I shook his hand and told him that I was a big fan. He and his friend (who were playing pool at the time) left the bar soon after.

Like last week, I went to the Madison Grill to play in their Texas Holdem tournament. After getting knocked out of the tourney, I sat down at the "learning" table, just to play a few more practice hands. After I told him it was a free tournament, Emmanuel Lewis sat next to me, played a few practice hands, and then joined a bunch of us for a little mini-tournament.

Surreal, indeed.
thepeopleseason: (all in)
I spent the entirely of my day yesterday doing just about nothing. Oh, I picked up around the house and did a load of laundry, but for the most part, I just sat in front of the television and watched about eight hours of poker coverage (two WPTs, two Championship Poker at the Plazas, and a Celebrity Poker Showdown), along with two episodes of Six Feet Under. In all of the poker coverage, I did happened to catch a commercial for PokerInAthens.org, a group trying to petition the Olympic committee to include poker as one of the games in the Olympics.

Given that the IOC has already declared the World Bridge Federation a "Recognized Sport Organization," I don't think the site intends to be overly satirical--there are a few Onion-esque articles, but I think their ultimate aim is to get poker recognized as an Olympic-worthy sport. Honestly, I love poker, but it's not a sport. Nor are Chess and Bridge, the IOC's decisions nothwithstanding.

But the subject did bring to mind something that I've been thinking about for a while.

Back when DuPree's was DuPree's, there was a time where a whole bunch of us just went up to the bar to just play cards. We'd play Spades, Hearts, Pitch, Poker (for matchsticks, not money), a silly pot-matching game called Three-Card Dumbass (with hand values a lot like Three-Card Brag). We were just a bunch of card-playing fools.

At one point I suggested we should have a big tournament where we just played the games we loved to play and figured out who would come out on top. I thought about it again yesterday, so I came up with the following "Cardplayer Decathlon" event:

At the very minimum, there would need to be at least four players, with eight being the ideal. They would play the following games... )

Since it's a Decathlon, I decided to include Cribbage, Pitch, and Rummy, even though those are games we don't really play regularly. You could substitute Euchre, Bridge, and Canasta somewhere in there, with the appropriate modifiers, but since I don't know how to play any of those, I opted to go without...

When those games have been finished, we tally the number of points each player has, multiply those figures times ten to generate chip counts for each player, and then we move into the poker phase of the decathlon:

  1. 2 rounds (16 hands) Omaha Hi/Lo, ring style.
  2. 4 rounds Pot Limit 7 Card Stud
  3. No Limit Holdem


Maybe I play cards too much...



* For example: if the final point counts in Hearts is Alice 76, Bob 102, Carol 46, and Dan 85, Carol would receive 125 points (30 Alice, 56 Bob, 39 Dan), Alice would receive 5 (26 Bob, -30 Carol, 9 Dan). Dan and Bob would not receive any points (negative points in a game would not count against you).
thepeopleseason: (all in)
I've been finding a lot of poker around town lately.

Aside from the regular games that I've been known to frequent, a few entries ago, I attended the Texas Hold'em tournament at Jocks and Jills Midtown location. Last week I met up with the GLOML who was visiting town and staying with Alex and Elena. When I mentioned poker to them, Alex told me that the restaurant in the building where he works, the Madison Grill, holds poker tournaments on Wednesdays, and invited me to join in.

Last night I got off of work at about 5:30 and rushed over to the restaurant. Unlike the Jocks and Jills tournament which has at least eight tables of eight each with the ability to expand, they only have seven tables of seven players each--they hold two rounds the first with three tables, the second with four tables, then the final seven table winners play for the prizes.

Like Jocks and Jills, the game is free. Madison Grill, however, doesn't insist that you make a minimum drink purchase to win anything, as far as I know.

You get 65 dollars in chips, the first blinds being 1-2 and doubling every fifteen minutes.

I played extremely tightly starting out, folding low-kicked aces and rags throughout. Most of the players at the table were playing just any cards, seeing flops and turns and rivers with rag hands. I managed to suck out on Alex when the flop hit his two pair (aces and nines), but also gave me four to a flush which hit on the river. He played solidly, however, for the rest of the time--he managed to knock me out right before head's up. I tried signing up for the second round, but the second round games are reserved for players who didn't play the first round.

All in all, a decent enough tournament. It's nice to see poker becoming more and more popular (although I could do without the fishy suckouts). I'm planning on returning at some point, if only to get together with Alex and play a little for free...
thepeopleseason: (all in)
Based on a tip from [livejournal.com profile] vudiddy's poker mailing list, I decided to do a bit of information gathering on the Texas Hold'em tournaments being held nightly at the various Jock's and Jill's locations around Atlanta. Their Midtown location holds their tournament on Tuesday nights, so yesterday, I woke up at 7:20 AM to get to work early, so I could cut out to get in an early registration.

The Tournament Rules and Administrivia )

As for the actual gameplay, it was a mix between some fairly good players and some fish. Our first hand saw an all-in bet when the board showed 98732 rainbowed, and a 65o went up against a T6. I lasted a fair amount of time at the table, playing pretty tightly, knocking two short-stacked players out.

My penultimate hand, however, I caught a pair of ladies UTG, and bumped the bet to triple the big blind (600). The fellow to my left calls, and everyone else folds except the BB, who raises to 2000. I watch him for a bit, and he's not giving anything away, not really meeting my eye, and I can tell he's got a big hand. Instinct tells me to fold, but since this is pretty much a free tournament, I decide to call. Guy to my left calls too.

Flop comes 484 rainbow, and BB moves all-in. I call with a shorter stack, and the guy to my left calls. Since he's got the smallest stack, I actually get to keep 700, because apparently, there's no side pots (I think the rule sheet actually said "No side bets," which is an entirely different thing, in my estimation). BB shows his pocket cowboys, I show my pocket queens, and the other player shows suited Motown (WTF??!?!). Turn and river are rag-rag, and the big blind takes the pot.

Next hand, I'm in BB, and I catch ATo. Everyone folds to the SB who raises me all in. This time, he's got the queens. Flop is J8-rag, and I'm calling for a runner-runner straight. the 9 comes on the turn, but the river is no help, and I walk. While part of me regrets not coming off of the queens, I don't feel too bad about busting out--I played most everything pretty well.

From there, I went to the Independent, told O about the tournament setup, suggesting that we should do something like that up there. Unfortunately, he says, as a "pool hall," the Independent is pretty much precluded from doing anything of the sort--technically it's illegal for the bar to have even a deck of cards in the house, or a set of dominoes. How's that for the Puritanically stupid?
thepeopleseason: (money)
Following the fam's visit this weekend, I can finally post the following:
- And you know what they call a, uh, a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
- They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
- Nah, man, they got the metric system, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
- What'd they call it?
- They call it a "Royale with Cheese."
- "Royale with Cheese."
- That's right.
- What do they call a Big Mac?
- Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac."
- "Le Big Mac." What do they call a Whopper?
- I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King. You know what they put on french fries in Holland instead of ketchup?
- What?
- Mayonnaise.
- God damn!
- I seen 'em do it, man, they fuckin' drown 'em in that shit.
- Yuck.
Yes, that place is called "Nooky," that is a peep show located right next to McDonald's, and that is the Aviation Club where they hold the World Poker Tour tournament.

In pain...

May. 19th, 2004 11:02 am
thepeopleseason: (all in)
My neck is killing me.

I woke up this morning all twisted, sleeping on my stomach, my left arm around a pillow, my right under a stack of two thin pillows under my head. I could feed a dull ache from the right side of my neck. I'm not sure if I slept on my neck wrong, or if some in-dream tension hit me.

I dreamt this morning of playing poker, some Omaha variant, where I had wired Kings, a Queen and a rag. Trip Aces and a pair of Kings show up on the board (which in that strange dream-logic which only makes sense at the time, also included an eight and perhaps a Queen), and for some reason, I move all-in. Someone else, of course, shows an Ace to snap off my quad Kings. I wouldn't be surprised if in that moment, that switch that turns off your muscle control while you sleep overloaded for me, and I wrenched my neck in dream-anger.

The dream is probably directly influenced in no small way by my playing of a Hoyle Casino Omaha Hi-Lo tournament, where not once, but twice, I had the nut boat snapped off by quads (from the same computer player, even).

I think I need to play some live poker soon.
thepeopleseason: (all in)
According to the Las Vegas Review Journal, Beau Rivage West The Bellagio is suffering from a major power outage which started Saturday evening. Both of Sunday's O showings were cancelled, the famed fountains remain still, and as many as half of the fully-booked hotel guests checked out early Sunday morning.

Damn you, Basher, and your damn "Pinch."

In other gambling news, that assbag who bet his complete net worth on a single spin of the roulette wheel, didn't get snapped off by O or OO. He actually won. Cap'n Ken has a well-reasoned analysis of the tax implications, asking why exactly would a "professional gambler" risk so much money on crappy pot odds.

Honestly, a "professional gambler" with a) a net worth of 135 large and b) a preference for playing roulette (rather than say, craps or blackjack) as the game on which he wants to risk it all is obviously more qualified for the title of "professional dumbass."
thepeopleseason: (all in)
Regular readers of this LJ know that I have a love of the wager. Less so than a few others perhaps, but the rush of gambling and all its various trappings--from the sounds of shuffling chips to the incessant bells and shouts of "WHEEL OF FORTUNE!" at the adjacent slots--are probably the closest things I have to addictions (except for maybe limerence...but that's a whole 'nother post).

But this guy? Honestly? Complete and total dumbass.
thepeopleseason: (all in)
Rules:
Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
You'll include this explanation.
You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.


And finally... the answers to the interview... )

Miscellany

Feb. 2nd, 2004 01:18 pm
thepeopleseason: (all in)
James, stop playing low-limit poker against players who just learned how to play watching the Celebrity Poker Showdown.

This weekend, I saw the worst cards ever win pots. 9-2 offsuit, 10-3 offsuit after a big raise pre-flop, 7-2 taking a pot from pocket aces with two pair.

And Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] tiiguy--I have your copy of Super-System that you left in Runa's car.

Here's a veritable gem found on some internet documentation for a project we're doing: "Secure Sockets Layer (SSL), like all Public Key Incruption (PKI)..."

Well, it's time for me to save some money for the next few weeks...
thepeopleseason: (sincity)
I just got invited to head to Biloxi, MS this weekend with the Sweetest Girl in All The World* (a.k.a. the Best Bartender in Atlanta). I've got nothing immediately pressing, except for some tentative plans which can always be pushed off until next week/weekend. Should I go?

* We're going to see her girlfriend.
thepeopleseason: (cupid)
  1. Time does not always heal all wounds.
  2. Installing a new ATX Power Supply is easy.
  3. Even if you have a 99.9 percent chance of winning, that ugly 0.1 percent will rear its ugly head. Sometimes that happens twice in a single weekend.
  4. If you haven't been rock climbing in a while, don't expect to be spry and graceful on the rocks.
  5. Clip your toenails before you go to the rock gym.
  6. Helping someone move after you went rock climbing the day before will rob you utterly of any and all energy for the rest of the weekend.
  7. Great Expectations is still a wonderfully lush movie.
  8. Despite being over her, I find it difficult to look directly at the Woman formerly known as the Woman of My Dreams. Knowing this, however, makes hanging out with her not difficult at all.
  9. Very few people on [livejournal.com profile] open_on_sunday, in the context of a crossover challenge, know who Abe Sapien is without the specific mention of Hellboy. Surprisingly, fewer people know who Melaka Fray and Aku are (from Joss Whedon's Fray and Samurai Jack, respectively).

    More people in the community, however, know who Hob Gadling is.

Wow.

Jan. 10th, 2004 01:51 pm
thepeopleseason: (all in)
According to the Las Vegas Review Journal, Binion's Horseshoe, home of the World Series of Poker, has just been shut down because of outstanding debts (Thanks, [livejournal.com profile] lovecasinowar).
thepeopleseason: (all in)
Thought a few of the guys would enjoy this bit of poker humor found on Rivered Again:
Surely.

What you do is get four cards. Doesn't matter much what they are because nobody really looks at them anyway. Next, they put three cards on the board. It doesn't matter what they are because nobody really pays any attention to the flop either. Then one more card for the turn and another one for the river. Same betting scenario as before. Doesn't really matter much what they are, except, for a few of the players that may have "cheated" and looked at their hole cards. These players may now fold if they have absolutely no outs (mostly bad sports). Now, at the showdown, everybody turns over their cards and helps the dealer figure out who has the best hand. You MUST play two cards out of your hand so this usually takes a while and and the winning hand is usually found out after a little bit of searching by all of the players and a partially confused dealer. The dealer now pushes the pot to the wrong player and everybody yells at him and he smiles glibly and says "Oh yeah, sorry" and then sends it in the right direction. Then, after all of that excitement dies down, everybody lets out a collective sigh of relief and gets ready to wind up and do it all over again. Fun game.

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