Darla and I watched The Illusionist last night. It was a very good movie, though it’s always struck me as strange to have a period piece that’s completely fictionalized, especially when it mixes in a few historical figures just for fun. That’s probably just me, though. Still, Ed Norton is always incredible, and the plot was unfolded in a compelling manner.
What goes up, must come down. And don’t forget those spinning wheels, ’cause they got to go ’round. Or something. I feel like a spinning wheel on a roller coaster of late, at least on the poker front. About a week ago, I went on a nice run where my big cards held up, my draws came in more often than not, and my opponents donkey play paid off nicely.
I picked up John Lennon’s Plastic Ono Band album this week. It’s an album I have never paid any attention to — probably because of my aversion to most things "Ono" — and I wish that weren’t so! It’s a great album, with some killer songs. "Well Well Well," ""Do the Oz," and "I Found Out" just rock, plain and simple, while "Working Class Hero" is a well-known classic. I love this album and immediately began listening to it repeatedly after buying it.
Ever play in one of those poker tournaments where the dealer gets up and a brick layer sits down every time you get a card? Yeah, yeah, we all have. I played in Cadillac Poker‘s private "Anything But Holdem" (ABH) tourney last night — it was Razz this week — at PokerStars, and I am serious when I say that 97% of my hands were in the bottom 20%. That’s just harsh.
I have a few issues with Alanis Morissette — For one thing she had the misfortune of singing about giving blowjobs in a theatre at the same time that Poe was singing about blowing you…away. Frankly, Alanis just seemed lame in comparison, but is it really her fault that Poe is a goddess among mortals? Be that as it may, she then went on to list a score or two of things she labeled as "ironic," but ironically, none of them were really ironic. And, while she conceded this point herself when asked in an interview, I have found it Continue Reading →
Jamming With the All Stars It’s that time again. Macworld starts this week, and that means it’s another gig with the Macworld All Stars (we rehearse once a year, whether or not we need it…). Being able to play with these guys has been not only an amazing pleasure, it’s been a huge learning opportunity over the years, and I will forever be grateful to everyone in the band for letting me be a part of it. In the meanwhile, I think the rehearsal went pretty well, but not well enough to make the show night suck. We have a Continue Reading →
Huh…I’m married. w00t!
The Beatles have had a sort of weird place in mind when it comes to covering them. Early stuff like "You Can’t Do That" (etc.) is pretty straight forward, and the hard part of it comes in not from the complexity, but rather from the deceptively-simple sounding, but not at all straight forward (Think "Close Your Eyes"), chords they worked into those tunes. Their later stuff sounds so damned good — even after all these years — that I’ve had some kind of "I surely can’t play that because it must be hard" roadblock, even though much of it is Continue Reading →
I’ve been really focusing on the mental and player side of poker lately, and am really enjoying doing so. On Friday, I made a great read on a player and then played that read accordingly, and I have to tell you it felt great. The hand: I’m in the BB with the stellar holding of 9d5c. Three people limp, the SB calls, and I check. The flop is Ah 5s 2d I check, two others check, and the hijack bets. The SB folds, and I think about the hand.
Crack shall be a multipurpose word for this post. Really, I should make that cracked. I’ve had aces eight times in the last 14 hours of poker play, and they’ve been cracked like a dried out bone six of those times (I did win the blinds twice, so yippee-fucking-kai-yah-yay for that).