the last few days have been satifsying at the tables. action comes around to me and I make decisions quickly, so quick and smooth it's like a basketball swooshing through the net. These neural pathways have been through this hundreds of thousands of times over many more hundreds of thousands of hands. Don't think about life, don't think about now. Don't think about the money especially. Just let the table wash over you. Think about the 50k hand mark down the road. Think about villain's hand range as he reraises in the cutoff. Is he isolating a bad player or does he just have a good hand? Think about board texture and history with the players. Can I bluff here? What better hand folds to a bet and what worse hand calls? Don't think about the money don't think about the time don't think about the results. just play and play and play for two hours.
So after all that, you know what success tastes like?
16 year old Lagavulin. **** your Johnny Walker Blues, Blacks, Greens, Purples, and Fuschias. Single malt islay, bitch. Burnt oak on first taste, fading to a smooth sweet honey finish and a lingering essence of malty peat. Mmm.
I'd just like to give a hearty shoutout to all the small stakes grinders on Pokerstars. Thank you $2/$4 FR regs for buying my scotch with all of your stolen blinds. Also, I'd like to thank you all for buying my tickets to see Patton Oswalt on Sunday.
Safeway tried to screw me out of my second night off last week so tonight I've called off work and plan on playing lots of poker and doing some writing. And the part of the duck will be played by the oboe. And filling in for the vacationing Glenn Beck will be Bill Maher. Aren't you all in for a surprise...
Got into a conversation on OKCupid with a remarkably cool young woman who puts on a local sketch comedy show here in Portland. A little slice of me is scared about how random goofy sarcastic me comes off to a professional funny-person. Whether it seems like an act while I pepper my conversation with humorous pop culture references and witty anecdotes or whether it comes across as my genuine personality. One of the many other parts of me says "hey Mike, you're funny. It would be pretty cool to get in on something like that. Maybe she might see weird you and think THAT GUY IS PERFECT FOR MY NEXT PRODUCTION!!!" Granted, this woman's other job is as a KJ downtown. Somehow I don't think my agent and her casting director are going to need to get in touch. Not that I have an agent. She might have a casting director. I dunno. As Matt Drudge likes to say: developing...