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Dry As A Bone
Sep. 2nd, 2007 09:58 amWell, I've been feeling kind of weird since Friday. I did the absolute minimum for the newsletters (there was nothing urgent; I had a fair amount of stored material built up through the week; I used it) and I didn't feel like writing for the blog.
The downside is that I have a whole bundle of (unurgent) news that I need to write up, plus a guilty feeling about not-blogging, plus a bit of a headache. Net result will have to be a serious cutting down on online poker on the most profitable day of the week. Bleeagh.
On the plus side, I got up this morning after hosting Messrs Ward, Young and Aksu to dinner last night, and gazed forlornly upon the morning-after-the-night-before mess -- of the kind that I most definitely recalled unfondly from the times that I hosted poker games. When I woke up this morning I had a mental idea that there was about two hours' cleaning-up to do, and, to my amazement, it only took me 45 minutes. So, in life terms, I'm an hour and a quarter in front. Woo hoo.
Aksu kindly brought me a copy of "Sign Of The Times" as I had informed him that I was not the most manic of Prince fans (500+ CDs, none by Prince). I'm playing it now, and it's similar to my recollection. It's nice, inoffensive, techincally very proficient, but I just don't get emotionally involved in it. Perhaps it's something to do with chord progressions.
I had my first decent result on NoIQ yesterday since three weeks ago. Why my (very competent) opponent decided that raising me all-in on the turn from the big blind with AK after I had raised in the cut-off and a board of KQ5 rainbow appeared, I don't know. Turn brought a Jack (surely even more scary for him), but he promptly check-raised all-in my pot bet (following a near-pot bet on the flop). Given the way things have been going this past few weeks, I called with a heavy heart, although I couldn't see how he would call my flop bet if he had AT. It was a relief to see the money being shipped in the right direction after my KQ held up. A very welcome double-through.
It still seems forever since I had a session where I didn't feel as if I was swimming upstream all the time, but at least that was a hand that had a pleasant ending. Baby steps.
And I've just lost a quarter of an hour of the 75 minutes that I was in front.
Later.
The downside is that I have a whole bundle of (unurgent) news that I need to write up, plus a guilty feeling about not-blogging, plus a bit of a headache. Net result will have to be a serious cutting down on online poker on the most profitable day of the week. Bleeagh.
On the plus side, I got up this morning after hosting Messrs Ward, Young and Aksu to dinner last night, and gazed forlornly upon the morning-after-the-night-before mess -- of the kind that I most definitely recalled unfondly from the times that I hosted poker games. When I woke up this morning I had a mental idea that there was about two hours' cleaning-up to do, and, to my amazement, it only took me 45 minutes. So, in life terms, I'm an hour and a quarter in front. Woo hoo.
Aksu kindly brought me a copy of "Sign Of The Times" as I had informed him that I was not the most manic of Prince fans (500+ CDs, none by Prince). I'm playing it now, and it's similar to my recollection. It's nice, inoffensive, techincally very proficient, but I just don't get emotionally involved in it. Perhaps it's something to do with chord progressions.
I had my first decent result on NoIQ yesterday since three weeks ago. Why my (very competent) opponent decided that raising me all-in on the turn from the big blind with AK after I had raised in the cut-off and a board of KQ5 rainbow appeared, I don't know. Turn brought a Jack (surely even more scary for him), but he promptly check-raised all-in my pot bet (following a near-pot bet on the flop). Given the way things have been going this past few weeks, I called with a heavy heart, although I couldn't see how he would call my flop bet if he had AT. It was a relief to see the money being shipped in the right direction after my KQ held up. A very welcome double-through.
It still seems forever since I had a session where I didn't feel as if I was swimming upstream all the time, but at least that was a hand that had a pleasant ending. Baby steps.
And I've just lost a quarter of an hour of the 75 minutes that I was in front.
Later.
