Archive for January, 2007

My father has been dead many years now, but one of his expressions has recently come back to haunt me. He used to say, “When they raid the whorehouse, they take all the girls; even the one just playin’ the piano.” As I ponder my current situation with Neteller, I realize that my technical “piano playing” did little to protect me. I, or rather my money, still ended upin the back of the wagon with the working girls.

As long as I’ve been playing online poker, I’ve never taken one dime out of the US to play. Because many of the people I write for are located outside the US, it was easy enough to divert some of my incometo online sites throughNeteller, without it touchingUS shores.Having read many of the House bills over the years (which I never expected to pass), I did this on purpose; just in case. I dotted my i’s and crossed my t’s; I paid taxes on every cent I made whether it came to the USor not - even whenit had no traceableincome tax records (W2s, 1099s). So big whoop. Give me a f’inggold star.

I visit my Neteller account balance (all income from legit writing gigs)every day.Yes, my money is in prison, but I still feel the need to exercise myvisitation rights. I’ve been taking the over on four weeks beforeI can spring it - and I’ve taken even moneythat I may never get it. I thought I was being pessimistic, butnow that I’ve read Iggy, I may have to adjust the line.[image above: computer generated artwork by Bill Strain]

So, like Austin Powers, I’ve had to go back in time; back to my roots. I’m hoping a little Omaha hi/lo play at PokerStars will help the pieces of the puzzle fit together once again.

In the mean time, I’m keeping an eye on Harrah’s.Some pretty strange news broke last week that has me wondering what is up with their buy-out.

And if you live in Vegas, check out Linda’s blog for a very important event at the Mirage. Our community is small, but we try to take care of our own.

It took the largest sample of online poker players and a university study to prove it, but cross-dressing won’t help your online poker play. Listening to the Dead may help. Dropping acid was apparently not segregated as a variable. (more…)

I’m afraid to read the news lately, not wanting to see any more UIGEA related bad news. When I read about the DOJ’s bank subpoenas on Sunday night, I hit a new low. But reaction to the news has me optimistic; which these days means I’m not yet ready to enterinto a murder-suicide pact. (more…)

Over? Did you say “over”? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no! - John Belushi in Animal House (more…)

“On a misguided hysteria-driven journey, Chicken Little’s supportive and well meaning friends get eaten by Foxy Loxy. The moral of that story, and ours, is that hysteria isn’t an action plan and we must defend against real, not imagined, risk.” (more…)

Last year, in poker’s classroom, I did my best Spicoli impression.Oh, I playeda lot of poker. But unlike other years, I didn’t work on my game. This year, I am going to have to spend a lot of time with Mr. Hand.

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While I welcomed Grubby on Aimlessly, let me pimp him once again from our home turf. I think a lot about Grubby these days, because he’s keeping me warm at night. Well technically it’s the PokerPro hoody that he stole for me in Vegas keeping me warm, but that still deserveswarm thoughts.

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I’ve seen donkey play. And I’ve heard people that I thought excellent players exclaim that they’ve played like one. But never, until Sunday, did I find my inner donkey. In some ways, I feel this was an important rite of passage for me. (more…)

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