Daddy Does the Math
The road to Melbourne now runs through Hilljack.
Congrats to Daddy, who topped his runner-up finish in last week's MATH tourney with a victory in last night's 6-handed, turbo Push-o-Rama and is now headed to the TOC.
His tourney game is sick. Ask him.
I had to unregister late because of necessary AJ time. I hate playing when he's around anyway, but have loosened that tenet at times during the BBTwo because of the awesome potential for overseas travel and my masochistic tendencies. I've said it before and I'll say it again: If I raise, just call. Whatever you have. It'll be good by the river. Especially if I check-raise you on the flop. Your bottom pair, three-kicker will improve. Ask Jordan.
Tasks accomplished, AJ and I did pull up the tourney in the late stages to rail the final two tables. My son, bless his gambler's heart, exclaimed at one point, "SnailTrax is playing some Big Stack Poker!" Maybe some day he'll fondly recall the night I let him stay up past his bedtime to see Daddy take it down.
I will be enjoying some Hot Mookie Action tomorrow night and if my sister manages not to kill me with her maiden attempt at Thanksgiving turkey, I might make Riverchasers as well.
Additionally, I'm almost done with my "Write Your Way In" entry. Look for that next Monday. Prepare to be moved. Keep some Kleenex handly.
NaNo is looking grim. Not even halfway to the 50K, a fact mostly attributed to me deciding, around Word #10K, that I don't like the story in the first person and should change it to the third person. I've since been writing it that way, but I feel like the foundation I'd laid is incompatible and that scenes need to be shifted and blahblahblahnobodycares.
Been a bit of a roller coaster lately in Speaker Land (The Crappiest Place on Earth!) and the holidays promise more upheaval what with the custody issues: my first Christmas without AJ and X and I fighting over which one of us gets to buy him Guitar Hero II.
But enough of that...it's almost Vegas Time! Be sure to hit up Pauly for the "How To" list. I never tire of reading that.
I will miss the Thursday night klatch at the Geisha Bar. Disappointing, but I'll be in early on Friday. Don't expect anyone to be awake when I arrive (GCox excepted), but I was mulling hitting a Friday afternoon crapshoot tourney, maybe Caesar's at noon. Drop a comment if you're interested. Reminds me of the time I organized a dozen or so bloggers to play a Friday afternoon tourney at Aladdin and when I was waiting for my taxi outside the IP, a motley crew of bloggers (redundant) quite literally spilled out of one right in front of me. They were in the death throes of an all-nighter, but happy as clams. Smelled a bit like clams, too. It's those random events that generally provide the hilarity. Whatever your expectations, don't let them obscure the possibilites. Schedule light. Be available for arbitrary silliness.
And don't even think about fucking Tilt Texting/Calling me on Thursday night from the IP. My phone will be off. Fuckers.