66snuggles: checks
Hero: bets $5.68 and is all-in
66snuggles: calls $5.68
Showdown Hero: shows (four of a kind, Nines)
66snuggles: shows (two pair, Kings and Jacks)
Hero collected $18.88 from pot
Summary Total pot $19.83 | Rake $0.95
Board
Seat 1: Herman Gauer (big blind) folded before Flop
Seat 5: 66snuggles showed and lost with two pair, Kings and Jacks
Seat 7: Hero showed and won ($18.88) with four of a kind, Nines
Seat 8: kali_mist168 (button) folded before Flop (didnt bet)
Seat 9: Fomblard (small blind) folded before Flop
So for fun I joined plentyoffish.com a free online dating site. Browsed a bit for a few days, got lots of fat chicks sending me messages too. But I saw a chick I was interested in and we had this conversation. She seems like an arrogant twat and I can't seem to understand her. Help me out, is she interested or not? I think she is not.
HER PROFILE: " :::::::::::TIP:::::::: Don't shower me with flattery right off the bat. It makes me feel like you're trying to kiss my ass or just trying to get into my pants, and its just kinda off putting for me. If you want to get in good with me you need to make me laugh and simulate my mind first. Once I've warmed up to you, then its Ok to flatter me.
With that said....Lets continue, shall we?
Hello! My name is Melissa."
ME:
Well, you stated explicitly that you do not want to be flattered. So I guess it is copacetic to say its pretty absurd to note the list of do-nots you have before your actual description. Great. Maybe that is enough of a personality description standing alone?
Haha, anyway, I am just giving you a hard time because I think .... you like it at first? Or something? I do have to say that I just joined this site a couple days ago and have not been interested in almost anybody, but I am interested in you!
So yeah, check out my profile and see if you like or dislike. I would very much like to get a message back.
HER: Well...I'm glad I interested you. But I think its mostly the mystery of me you want to crack.
From reading your profile, you say you like shy girls at first? Lol...If that really is the case I'm sorry to say that I'm totally not shy..at all. Truth is most men are intimated by me.
I must thank you though. You read my profile! Hardly anyone does that. So thanks.
Me: I cannot decipher most of which is written in your message.
So I can't tell if you are interested back at all because mostly all I got was you think you are a special mystery and intimidate men(even though you are a 5'1 cutie pie), but you thank me for reading your profile. Strange. But if you are actually interested I can more than handle strange lol.
HER: I think you're looking to much into it.
ME: k, courtesy response, ic .... gl gl
HER: Lol...are you always this over analytical?
Anyways, I am thinking about telling her that I still can't tell if she is interested but I don't care because she sounds like a twat either way. But her pictures are of a pretty cute little girl with perky tits and dark hair so I wanted it, damn.
So i was testing this table ninja i'm with aces in the btn he 3bets me from the bb and i go for a smallish 4bet;only to find out that the number 2 in my keyboard insta closes the table http://www.liquidpoker.net/user_pictures/fb327.le fu.jpg
From what looked like me raping NL10, I have successfully 8BIs since my previous update. Except for day 1 which was a 5BI fail, day 2 and 3 started with positive results of ~5BIs until the inevitable doom switch comes into play. Day 3 score a 3BI loss on my aces. alkjsdl;kfja;oiejf;ikje;ajdjf;ad
Yesterday I nearly got scammed. I am looking for a new house, which I have now found, but before moving into my current abode I accepted an offer from someone else. That offer seemed too good to be true and there were some scam like things I've seen elsewhere which raised my suspicions, so before I went any further I did a little research, and found his IP address relates to that of a known nigerian scammer.
Today he sent me an email asking for a deposit, which would definitely have ended things since I haven't even seen the house yet lol, but I haven't replied yet. I must say his previous messages were a lot more normal than this obvious scamming crap. Here it is:
How are you doing today ? I just got word from the city council regarding the tenancy form approval and am glad to let you know that your tenancy form has been reviewed and accepted so you have been approved to rent one of the rooms available. What i was told to tell you is for you to pay the required deposit to the below information. All you have to do is to log on to www.westernunion.com and register, after doing that, you click the send money in minutes button and then fill the form, the confirmation will be sent to your phone or emailed to you. Once you receive that, you are to call and activate the transaction. Email me with the transfer info.
Receivers Name: Terry Lane
Address: 133 Edward Street Brighton BN2 0JL
Once you have sent the deposit, kindly attach and e-mail me with the deposit slip been given to you after the transfer or e-mail me with the below info.
And after the deposit has been made you just get back to me with the below information..
Once i receive the details, I will send you the receipt, residency approval and rent agreement confirmation immediately i receive the deposit. I would be waiting to hear from you to know if you got my
email or not.
Thanks for your time and effort!
Sincerely,
Terry Lane
So I'm looking for suggestions on how to stitch him right up... I am aiming for humiliation here...
I've been in Vientiane, Laos for a couple of days. I'm here to get my 1year Thai Visa, but I'm stuck waiting here for the university to send me the visa papers. It isn't a problem to be here except that I've kind of slipped out of vacation / travel mode and I'm really in a mindset to get working on my finances. Still going to get some exploring of the city done this weekend since I'm here though!
Played 4k hands of poker this month, ~4-6 tabling over the past 3 days. I've finally been winning again and running really hot. But its good, because this is the *perfect* time for a heater seeing as how my roll was down to 2.2k and is now at 3.7k. I think I've been playing well too and I've been getting some poker-studying in. With disciplined play and any luck I hope things don't get real rough again too soon haha.
Well I guess here is my first graph close to qualifying as a brag in a long time, woo
I'm selling up to 80% of my action for the 4 million gtd event on February 21st. This will only be my second time playing the Sunday Million, but should be +EV, and you can look at my previous couple of blogs to see some of my MTT experience.
10% = $21.50
Whoops. I guess I couldn't play this after all. The following amounts of been sent back.
21.50 elite00fm
43.00 spewtard
21.50 tiagoxdd
21.50 hneves182
65.00 longple
Sorry guys
Such a cool Commerce hand by JonnyCosMo, February 12
This post is a 100% shameless brag, so if you don't like reading my brags gtfo and move on to the next thread. Hand happened earlier today at Commerce. Villan is a certain older gentleman wearing a certain unnamed MMA logo on his hat and t-shirt (I will keep it unnamed, but for those who are here and playing the games you will know exactly who I'm talking about). Villan has a massive case of hero syndrome (and apparently did not realize I have a bigger case of it) where he wants to make the big call downs, the big bluffs, and basically the most heroic play possible then show his cards and be like LOOK AT ME, I AM GOD OF THIS GAME, SUP?
Game is short handed 10/20 where Villan limps in the CO, SB is young kid who raises to $80, I am in BB with and call. Villan also calls. 3way to flop.
Flop: ($240)
SB checks, I bet $200, Villan calls pretty quickly, SB folds.
Turn: ($640)
I bet $620, Villan immediately asks "You have a set?" then proceeds to tank for 2 or so minutes. Finally he makes the call.
River: ($1880)
I check pretty quickly assuming my hand is good here >%50 of the time with the way the action went. Villan doesn't waste anytime and shoves all-in for $4900. So I stood up and called over a few people I knew that were walking around the table to come and watch what I was going to do to this poor man.
Then I called. He shakes his head with disgust and mucks. Table the A9 high ftw of the $11k+ pot. Dealer calls me "Young man" (reference to Peter Tran here at Commerce for those who know who I'm talking about). I <3 this place.
1k hands, down over 8 BI, worst swing ive had so far, keep flopping good hands and running into the nuts played in the most wtf ways ever. I get called preflop with any two and they always outflop me. Honestly ... just lost like 1/3 of my profit on those stakes in 1 fucking session. This game is fucking dumb.
Showdown sheksek shows,
fcloutier doesn't show,
sheksek wins $3.99 USD from main pot
Edit: After smoking a bowl, listening to some Ronald Jenkees and moving up to NL20 (I have like 40BI for NL20 after donkament score but still set a goal to play 20k NL10 hands first)
anyone going to vegas in may? LP meetup again?by whamm!, February 11
thinking about going but obv not playing the ME. last trip was kinda whacked, spent a lot more than i should've, destroyed my roll. would like to do it again lolol
might go by june if ever the situation allows.fwiw, no purpose or reason no nothin' haha
Blahhhhhhh disaster session
Lost 2 flips at the beginning, the rest was getting it in overpair vs 5 outer, straight vs set on turn (rivers a boat), set losing to straight, set of 4s on AK4 getting it in on K turn vs AK, losing more flips and 3 outers, etc
Overall, I liked my play but probably should have had a stop loss
My roll's back down to 800 now, time to regrind some nl25
Although I am taking part in asdf2000 coaching mtt sngs offer so I might just do that instead
Trip report (tl;dr, Oozing)by sawseech, February 11
I had my shoulder scoped on Wednesday to repair anterior and posterior cuff damage. Here is my account of the experience:
In the days leading up to the surgery I found myself to be hypomanic. I suspect that it had something to do with the fear of imminent death. I send an email to pokerstars support, willing my funds to my brother in the event of my death and then proceed to deluge the forums and this blog with an array of hypomanic diarrhea, which amuses some and irritates others. I think that I wanted to leave something, anything of myself in the world that I could to help whoever might stumble upon it and derive any form of value from it that they could. This, without question, tells me that I want to have children, today.
I win a moderate sum of money, which means nothing to me. I've always found hypomania to be beneficial to my roll.
Wednesday arrives and I find myself to be strangely calm. Still hypomanic, I find it difficult to sleep. I force myself to take the rest. I wake up, cranky and sore. I shower thoroughly and get dressed and grab my knapsack. My brother drops me and my mother off at the hospital. The next few hours are rather boring. Multiple people ask me questions and I repeat myself time and again, deadpan. My mother is chattering incessantly and I ask her to please stop talking. She complies. I close my eyes and chimp down.
The surgical team arrives and I crack a smile for the first time today. My orthopedist is as bright and perky as ever. Amazing since she's completed, by my count, at least three procedures so far today. I remind myself to send truffles, if I live.
I check out the surgical assistant, and she's rock solid. A younger, slightly more enthusiastic version of my orthopedist. I'm helping to train this person to become the orthopedist to the next generation. Fantasic. I turn my eye to the anesthetist and I'm satisfied. He has the hands of a poker player, and I doubt that he's ever made a false move in his life.
I'll probably live.
A small bag of an obscure substance is attached to my IV.
My orthopedist and the anesthetist vanish like ghosts. Where did they learn to do that, at ninja school? Damn, this stuff is good.
The surgical assistant remains to walk me to the bay. My head is high, my steps steady. She's old hat, and has probably seen her fair share of running. They don't do that where I'm from. Didn't she get the memo?
They direct me to the table, and I comply. They hook me up to the stations, and I notice that the beeps are frequent. I breathe deep and easy, and the beeps slow.
Someone new arrives. This must be the gas man, because all activity has ceased and everyone is smiling. This must be in the manual. Send the patient off to lalaland with a smile. I play along, and remark that this is just another day at the office for me. The assistant replies that they're trying something new, that they're going to do this without anesthesia. I ask if it's the year 1400. She says no, it's 1500. I smile.
"This is the part where I go to sleep."
The mask comes down and I no longer exist, with a smile.
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I have the shadow of a memory of words being spoken, joviality, and being physically manipulated.
I'm back, with a start. I gulp down the O2 like it's water. More. Must have more. I can't see anything. Oh, right, eyes facing in that direction. Fuck me. Where the fuck am I?
Oh, right. OK. I'm not dead, or at least I think that I'm not dead. If this is hell, then it's 4:05 and unusually cold for the season.
I play a game of tug-of-war with the nurse assigned to my station: I pull the oxygen mask down and cough up phlegm repeatedly and, for lack of recourse, swallow it, and then I forget to replace the mask. She puts the mask back in place. Repeat.
Eventually I regain what she must have regarded as consciousness. She titters around at the head of my bed. I make movements to try and sit up, which is hard because my right arm is mummified or entangled in some form of obscure swaddling, or so I think. She asks me if I want to sit up and I say yes but it comes out sounding more like urgghz. She takes that as an affirmative and elevates the head of the bed. I try to thank her, but end up saying erekro.
The nurse assigned to my station sits upright at the foot of my bed and observes me with what can only be described as the cool. I've noticed that my throat is sore. I'm still coughing up phlegm, but at reduced intervals, and now have the wherewithal to remember to replace the mask myself. Her gaze never falters and she makes no false moves.
It suddenly occurs to me that I'm thirsty, and so I ask if I could have a glass of water, please, only to then remember that all I'm permitted to have is ice chips, because I've been around the block a few dozen times. The other nurses laugh as one, but my assigned nurse merely cracks a brief smile. One of the others remarks that I've phrased my request interestingly. My assigned nurse offers ice chips and I accept. She runs off to the ice chips store and comes back and feeds them to me and they are delicious.
A few minutes pass and I begin to experiment with the concept of oxygen mask removal. My nurse makes no move to intercede, letting the now fully conscious me be the judge. She occassionally offers me the gentle reminder to breathe deeply, which I gladly take on the occasions that I have forgotten to breathe. At one point she informs me that my O2 stats are a little low, her words not mine, and so I put the mask on and concentrate on sucking oxygen for as long as I can stand it.
Eventually I find that I can successfully oxygenate on my own. My nurse stands up and makes a beeline for my right shoulder. I lean forward. She guides me to a slightly more forward position and checks what I now identify as compress bandages, a kilometer of tape, and a really snazzy jet-black sling. "There's some minor oozing," she says. I glance backwards, not to see anything in particular, but more to acknowledge the awesome fact that I have now oozed. I hrmm it, and she adds a couple more bandages and tapes it up nice and snug.
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