The world is truly stupid. Last week, I had to miss a day of work to make sure my dad got home from the hospital okay. He did, thank whomever. Okay, fair enough, he's my dad, it had to be done. In fact, I'm glad I was here to welcome him back into his home. It's ours. He's comfortable here. His comfort is my priority.
Tonight (at 11PM) I get woken up to find out my dad has no ride to the hospital to get his stitches taken out tomorrow. Guess who gets to arrange everythin? Yeah, me. I'll be fucking lucky if I don't get fired. Goodbye level 1, goodbye team fucking leader. Legitimate excuse or not, who the fuck is going to believe it? I really really hope my boss can, but after all that I've been through lately, when does he start to think I'm bullshitting? All I can say is....man, I REALLY wish I was. Bullshit is easy....the truth fucking hurts. Death is stupid. Anything close is a sick fucking joke. I've done both. I'm not laughing.
I throw the dog into dad's room every night, when I'm ready to go to bed. When I don't hear him snore, or shift, or take a breath...I stand there...till I know he's alive. I've resorted to throwing the dog on top of his legs, to hear what I need to hear, so I can sleep peacefully. I call him every morning, at 9AM. To make sure he's alive.
Think I'm fucked up?
You're fucking right I am.
Why would I spit it out here then?
Where fucking else?
I try soooo hard to make myself look responsible...and when I actually step up and show some semblance of responsibilty, I get chopblocked for it. Don't get me wrong, no job is worth leaving my dad in anyone else's hands. But, sweet jesus, a lil warning would be nice. I have no problem with fucking shit up on my own....but when I magically act civilized for a few months, karma kicks me in the nuts.
Once again, the world is stupid.
I don't get angry often...I'm a very level headed kinda guy. But I really wanna break somethin right now. Why can't people accept my circumstances? How did I end up like this? What did I do to deserve this?
It's 12:11AM now. I just called the only person that can REALLY understand this shit. Everyone has friends that are on their "wavelength". He "gets it". He gave me really good advice, that I'm scared shitless to follow.
What does the future hold? I dunno. But it's...12:47 now. I have nothing.
Monday, May 29, 2006
Sunday, May 28, 2006
I'm baaaack
Not like I really went anywhere. Believe me, I wish I could have....but alas, it was not to be. Now that all that is over with, I'll get back to life, back to reality....
Made 3 final tables this weekend. 2 were 180 person SnG's, one had bout 580 entrants. Ended up bout 550. Not too bad. My tourney play is really improving. I still make boneheaded plays (which out account for the 4 tourneys I ended outta the money), but overall, it's getting much better. Once I get all my shit together and have a means for a serious bankroll....only time will tell.
UFC was okay last night. Too bad that Gracie got dominated so bad by Hughes. But it does go to prove what Hughes was talking about all along. UFC, and MMA in general, used to be about who's style was the best. Wrestling, sambo, muay thai, jiu jitsu...everyone specialized in one. Nowadays, fighters specialize in ALL of them. Hughes was too much for Gracie. Either way, Gracie will ALWAYS be the man. Anyone who did what he did (fighting 4 times in a night, against guys twice his size) could never tarnish his legacy. And the fact that it looked like Hughes broke his fucking arm, and he didn't even flinch....that was crazy.
Hockey playoffs have been DOPE. Go Oilers. I want the Sabres to come outta the east, but Carolina is a helluva team. Either way, you gotta love a city (edmonton) that runs out of BEER cuz their fans are so awesome. Yes, the CITY ran out of beer. I love it. This is what it means to be Canadian, folks.
My dad is doing very well, after his surgery. Already mobile, doin pretty much everything he was doin before.
I didn't go to a bar once this weekend! Go Tim! I did, however, order 2 PPV movies....Stay, which was just plain weird. And Dirty, which was fucking awesome. Cuba Gooding and the dude from Tigerland as dirty cops...it was sooo good. Go rent it.
Okay, I'm done now.
Made 3 final tables this weekend. 2 were 180 person SnG's, one had bout 580 entrants. Ended up bout 550. Not too bad. My tourney play is really improving. I still make boneheaded plays (which out account for the 4 tourneys I ended outta the money), but overall, it's getting much better. Once I get all my shit together and have a means for a serious bankroll....only time will tell.
UFC was okay last night. Too bad that Gracie got dominated so bad by Hughes. But it does go to prove what Hughes was talking about all along. UFC, and MMA in general, used to be about who's style was the best. Wrestling, sambo, muay thai, jiu jitsu...everyone specialized in one. Nowadays, fighters specialize in ALL of them. Hughes was too much for Gracie. Either way, Gracie will ALWAYS be the man. Anyone who did what he did (fighting 4 times in a night, against guys twice his size) could never tarnish his legacy. And the fact that it looked like Hughes broke his fucking arm, and he didn't even flinch....that was crazy.
Hockey playoffs have been DOPE. Go Oilers. I want the Sabres to come outta the east, but Carolina is a helluva team. Either way, you gotta love a city (edmonton) that runs out of BEER cuz their fans are so awesome. Yes, the CITY ran out of beer. I love it. This is what it means to be Canadian, folks.
My dad is doing very well, after his surgery. Already mobile, doin pretty much everything he was doin before.
I didn't go to a bar once this weekend! Go Tim! I did, however, order 2 PPV movies....Stay, which was just plain weird. And Dirty, which was fucking awesome. Cuba Gooding and the dude from Tigerland as dirty cops...it was sooo good. Go rent it.
Okay, I'm done now.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
I'm the bleeping champ?
I tried to post a blog friday night, but it was rejected by the myspace gods, I guess. I'm not sure if it was my subject line, "I'm the fucking champ", or if it was the fact that I used the term "shit eating whore" a total of 7 times. Don't worry, the person I was referring to really doesn't have anything to do with me, I just hate when my friends are suffering. Well, if it was the latter, I guess this one will get rejected too...so I'll know soon enough. Can you guess what kinda mood I was in?
I typed out a little bit more, but I deleted it. I'm not really gonna say much more than that. Anyone who knows me will understand. Come back in round saturday....you'll get a better response from me.
Later.
EDIT
That's the last time I watch House. Watching a guy's eyeball pop outta his head is gonna haunt me now. THANKS FOX.
I typed out a little bit more, but I deleted it. I'm not really gonna say much more than that. Anyone who knows me will understand. Come back in round saturday....you'll get a better response from me.
Later.
EDIT
That's the last time I watch House. Watching a guy's eyeball pop outta his head is gonna haunt me now. THANKS FOX.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
I'm a Clipper?
Let's see...what's happened since my last blog?
I went to Squamish last friday night. Blacky, Sonny G, Kam, Sang, and I. It was good fun. Didn't end up goin to the bar, cuz we're lazy. Just a lot of poker, NHL 06, and drinking. Kam and Blacky arguing. Sonny G was scared of a spider the size of a penny, if that. Sang was kept awake all night by me "double dog daring" Kam to keep waking her up. Kam fell in love with a burrito at 4:30AM. I broke a toilet.
Yeah, you read that right...I broke a toilet. Don't ask.
Saturday we came back, watched the Suns/Lakers game at Blackys, then Gargs and I went to Sammy J's in North Van. Sang's best friend is the manager there, and it was her birthday. It was 37 brown people...and me n Jeff. At first, it was...awkward. But we knew a few people there (me more than Jeff), so were able to loosen up a bit after a few drinks. Jeff was attracting quite a lot of attention...from the birthday girl, and from more than one guy. Yeah, guy. It was hilarious. Jeff thought we were full of shit, till me and Nick pointed out the men that were eye-raping him. Not one man....not two...but THREE. He was verrry uncomfortable. Which made it all the more entertaining. On the other hand, the waitresses there are totally gorgeous, and one of Sang's cousins is a goddess. So we definitely had lotsa stuff to distract ourselves with all night. It was good fun.
Not much has happened since then. Lotsa excellent hockey games, and lack of sleep due to overtimes. Crystal is seriously my hero for giving me extra sleeping time. I'd be a zombie if I had to get up at 5AM every morning during the playoffs.
Average poker playing, till last night, when I lost big. Luckily, I made most of it back today.
I might become a team leader at work again. Dunno what's gonna happen. Just have to wait and see.
A half hour ago, I went to the fridge for a corona, opened the fridge door, and thought:
"Sweet, it's 7:30PM, and I have 4 beer left."
2 minutes ago, I go to the fridge for a corona, opened the fridge door, and thought:
"FUCK! I only have 3 beer left! And it's only 8PM!"
What the hell is the matter with me?
Tucker Max will make you cry. Not in a bad way...in a "I'm laughing so hard I'm crying" kinda way. Don't believe me? Check it out: www.tuckermax.com
On the other hand...there is only one thing that has made me laugh harder than Tucker Max this week. That person? Will Wright. http://www.hollywoodinterrupted.com/archives/how_a_crew_of_royal_screw-ups_took_down_a-list_hollywood.phtml
http://www.whoiswillwright.com/
Why is Will Wright relevant to anything? Cuz...I've met him. Multiple times. He's from Blaine. My friends went to school with him. Hell, one of my friends lives with his sister! That's why it's funny!
Tomorrow sounds like the usual. Work...Shark Club/Poker....Laskos....sleep. Saturday? Who knows.
Apparently I look exactly like an LA Clipper. Guess which one.
I went to Squamish last friday night. Blacky, Sonny G, Kam, Sang, and I. It was good fun. Didn't end up goin to the bar, cuz we're lazy. Just a lot of poker, NHL 06, and drinking. Kam and Blacky arguing. Sonny G was scared of a spider the size of a penny, if that. Sang was kept awake all night by me "double dog daring" Kam to keep waking her up. Kam fell in love with a burrito at 4:30AM. I broke a toilet.
Yeah, you read that right...I broke a toilet. Don't ask.
Saturday we came back, watched the Suns/Lakers game at Blackys, then Gargs and I went to Sammy J's in North Van. Sang's best friend is the manager there, and it was her birthday. It was 37 brown people...and me n Jeff. At first, it was...awkward. But we knew a few people there (me more than Jeff), so were able to loosen up a bit after a few drinks. Jeff was attracting quite a lot of attention...from the birthday girl, and from more than one guy. Yeah, guy. It was hilarious. Jeff thought we were full of shit, till me and Nick pointed out the men that were eye-raping him. Not one man....not two...but THREE. He was verrry uncomfortable. Which made it all the more entertaining. On the other hand, the waitresses there are totally gorgeous, and one of Sang's cousins is a goddess. So we definitely had lotsa stuff to distract ourselves with all night. It was good fun.
Not much has happened since then. Lotsa excellent hockey games, and lack of sleep due to overtimes. Crystal is seriously my hero for giving me extra sleeping time. I'd be a zombie if I had to get up at 5AM every morning during the playoffs.
Average poker playing, till last night, when I lost big. Luckily, I made most of it back today.
I might become a team leader at work again. Dunno what's gonna happen. Just have to wait and see.
A half hour ago, I went to the fridge for a corona, opened the fridge door, and thought:
"Sweet, it's 7:30PM, and I have 4 beer left."
2 minutes ago, I go to the fridge for a corona, opened the fridge door, and thought:
"FUCK! I only have 3 beer left! And it's only 8PM!"
What the hell is the matter with me?
Tucker Max will make you cry. Not in a bad way...in a "I'm laughing so hard I'm crying" kinda way. Don't believe me? Check it out: www.tuckermax.com
On the other hand...there is only one thing that has made me laugh harder than Tucker Max this week. That person? Will Wright. http://www.hollywoodinterrupted.com/archives/how_a_crew_of_royal_screw-ups_took_down_a-list_hollywood.phtml
http://www.whoiswillwright.com/
Why is Will Wright relevant to anything? Cuz...I've met him. Multiple times. He's from Blaine. My friends went to school with him. Hell, one of my friends lives with his sister! That's why it's funny!
Tomorrow sounds like the usual. Work...Shark Club/Poker....Laskos....sleep. Saturday? Who knows.
Apparently I look exactly like an LA Clipper. Guess which one.
Frustration much?
Frustration much?
Played 7 22 dollar SnG's tonight. 1 2nd, 1 win.
That's REALLY bad for me. Basically, I've lost 6 out of 7. I think I made 1, maybe 2 mistakes.
One mistake was obvious. Pocket queens, in mid position, raised 6x the big blind (it was early), big blind comes over the top for 3x my bet. QQ kills me. I KNOW the guy's got KK or AA, but I go all in anyways, on the off chance he/she didn't. Of course he/she calls with KK and takes me down. Totally my fault there.
The rest? 2 marginal, 3 totally ridiculous.
Marginals - Heads up, dealt pocket 5s, raise to 4x, he goes all in. He's got me covered. It's heads up, he could have anything...I figure with a pocket pair, I'm no worse off than even odds (ended up 52/48 for me). I call. I lose to K10. Oh well. Next, pocket 4's, big blind. Short stacked, 6 left. Everyone folds to small blind, he goes all in, I call. I'm ahead (ended up ahead 53.5/46). Lose to AJo.
Next, AK on the button. 6 left. Guy 2 places to my left likes to go all in with A anything all the time. He does just that. I call. I got him AKs over A8o. I'm bout 3.5-1 to win. 2 8's on the flop. Bye Tim.
Next, AK in the small blind. 5 left. Everyone folds to me. I raise 3x the blind. He goes over the top all in, thinking I'm stealing. I call. I'm up AKo to AQo. Just over 3-1 in my favour. Q on the river. Bye Tim.
Next, and my favourite. KK in mid position. Start of the game, 9 left, even chips. Guy ahead of me goes all in. I call. He's got 77. I'm a clear 4-1 favourite. I dodge a 7...but 4 spades makes him a flush. Unbelievable. Bye Tim...don't let the door hit ya in the ass on the way out.
Despite all these beats, I'm up a HUGE 8 dollars, due to my win and 2nd place earlier. Should I play one more, and see if I can get sucked out again and go into the hole for the night...or just quit while I'm ahead?
It's 8 fucking dollars. What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do?
STUPID POKER EDIT
4 more SnG's. Out of the money. Stupid beer. Can't blame beats on this, just stupid gameplay. Except for one situation that I have never been able to figure out. I just emailed Scott Fischman and Dutch Boyd about it...I hope they respond. It's pretty simple. If y'all got any advice, hook a brotha up:
SnG. 4-5 left. Big blind is 20-25 percent of my stack. I'm on the big blind. Short stacked, or not far off. Dealt pocket 10's or pocket Jack's. A player in early position raises to 3x the big blind. The bet totally fucking screams AQ or AK. If I go all in, I'm 56-57 percent to win. If I fold, I'm further behind. If I call, I'm pot commited, so it's the same as going all in.
Any advice?
Now i'm down 60 bucks. After being up 116. You realize what that means? I haven't money'd in EIGHT STRAIGHT SnG's, 1 off my record. But I set that record at 6 DOLLAR SnG's. 8 straight? Wow, down 48 bucks. 22 dollars? Try being down 176. I repeat:
Stupid beer.
I can blame my earlier sessions on plain old bad luck. The last 3 were totally unnecessary. I managed to make it down to 4th in 2 of the 3, and both times, the above scenario came up. Both times I lost. More beats? What are the fucking chances?
UPDATE - Played 1 more. Finished 2nd. Ended down 22 for the night.
Go poker!
Played 7 22 dollar SnG's tonight. 1 2nd, 1 win.
That's REALLY bad for me. Basically, I've lost 6 out of 7. I think I made 1, maybe 2 mistakes.
One mistake was obvious. Pocket queens, in mid position, raised 6x the big blind (it was early), big blind comes over the top for 3x my bet. QQ kills me. I KNOW the guy's got KK or AA, but I go all in anyways, on the off chance he/she didn't. Of course he/she calls with KK and takes me down. Totally my fault there.
The rest? 2 marginal, 3 totally ridiculous.
Marginals - Heads up, dealt pocket 5s, raise to 4x, he goes all in. He's got me covered. It's heads up, he could have anything...I figure with a pocket pair, I'm no worse off than even odds (ended up 52/48 for me). I call. I lose to K10. Oh well. Next, pocket 4's, big blind. Short stacked, 6 left. Everyone folds to small blind, he goes all in, I call. I'm ahead (ended up ahead 53.5/46). Lose to AJo.
Next, AK on the button. 6 left. Guy 2 places to my left likes to go all in with A anything all the time. He does just that. I call. I got him AKs over A8o. I'm bout 3.5-1 to win. 2 8's on the flop. Bye Tim.
Next, AK in the small blind. 5 left. Everyone folds to me. I raise 3x the blind. He goes over the top all in, thinking I'm stealing. I call. I'm up AKo to AQo. Just over 3-1 in my favour. Q on the river. Bye Tim.
Next, and my favourite. KK in mid position. Start of the game, 9 left, even chips. Guy ahead of me goes all in. I call. He's got 77. I'm a clear 4-1 favourite. I dodge a 7...but 4 spades makes him a flush. Unbelievable. Bye Tim...don't let the door hit ya in the ass on the way out.
Despite all these beats, I'm up a HUGE 8 dollars, due to my win and 2nd place earlier. Should I play one more, and see if I can get sucked out again and go into the hole for the night...or just quit while I'm ahead?
It's 8 fucking dollars. What the fuck do you think I'm gonna do?
STUPID POKER EDIT
4 more SnG's. Out of the money. Stupid beer. Can't blame beats on this, just stupid gameplay. Except for one situation that I have never been able to figure out. I just emailed Scott Fischman and Dutch Boyd about it...I hope they respond. It's pretty simple. If y'all got any advice, hook a brotha up:
SnG. 4-5 left. Big blind is 20-25 percent of my stack. I'm on the big blind. Short stacked, or not far off. Dealt pocket 10's or pocket Jack's. A player in early position raises to 3x the big blind. The bet totally fucking screams AQ or AK. If I go all in, I'm 56-57 percent to win. If I fold, I'm further behind. If I call, I'm pot commited, so it's the same as going all in.
Any advice?
Now i'm down 60 bucks. After being up 116. You realize what that means? I haven't money'd in EIGHT STRAIGHT SnG's, 1 off my record. But I set that record at 6 DOLLAR SnG's. 8 straight? Wow, down 48 bucks. 22 dollars? Try being down 176. I repeat:
Stupid beer.
I can blame my earlier sessions on plain old bad luck. The last 3 were totally unnecessary. I managed to make it down to 4th in 2 of the 3, and both times, the above scenario came up. Both times I lost. More beats? What are the fucking chances?
UPDATE - Played 1 more. Finished 2nd. Ended down 22 for the night.
Go poker!
Thursday, May 4, 2006
Who's Kenny?
(PRE BLOG EDIT)
You might be wondering what happened to nameless female friend from the last entry. She called @ 2:30AM, telling me she spent all the money and had no way home. My sympathy lasted as long as it took for her to finish her sentence, and I told her I was in no position (financially, motivationally, or any other "ally") to take a cab there, take her to her house in a cab, and take said cab home. She managed to borrow the money off of "brown people in the parking lot", and make her way home on her own. Then she called at 9AM, still drunk, and told me she had to work in 2 hours. Needless to say, I answered the phone in the same condition as the 2:30AM call....sleepy, unsympathetic, and re-thinking the decision of having a phone in my room. In other words...she was hungover, but okay. And actually apologetic. Go figure.
Now, back to regularly scheduled boredom....
(END PRE BLOG EDIT)
For some reason, Fefe Dobson makes me happy. Does that make me different and/or queer? I hope not.
5 Kronenbourgs have me in super random mode tonight.
I'm talking to Morgan and Kelly. I miss talking to Morgan on a regular basis. Despite barely talking to her at all lately, she's managed to read my mind 3 times already in this convo. She scares me. Kelly and me don't talk a lot anymore either. I miss her too.
Yes, Morgan will get her own blog entry. Next week. I "wait to procrastinate". :)
Goin to Squampton tomorrow with Kam, Sang, Blacky, and Sonny G. Poker, shitty bars...I can't wait. No, that wasn't sarcasm. I really can't wait.
Crystal's givin me a ride to work tomorrow...I get 20 more minutes of sleep...she's all kinds of awesome. And she's my new bestest friend. I haven't told her that yet though....so keep it on the DL, okay? : )
I wonder what Rowena is doing right now. I miss her hotness.
Joe messaged me today....Beav...holy blast from the past. He's working at a hospital now...that's awesome. He used to work with us, back in the day...he's funny as hell.
Tomorrow at work will be....interesting, to say the least. Foreshadowing? Burke, you sly bastard.
Tucker Max is my new hero.
K6 is my favourite hand. Remember that, if you ever play me. Cuz I'll tell you I have my favourite hand.
GZA and Inspectah Deck are my favourite Wu Tang members.
I got 20 on the Sharks, and up to 40 on the Sabres. Don't like to go against the Sens, but money is money. And I lost 80 on the fucking Oilers. Stupid Wings.
ECW...CM Punk...Teddy Hart...dream match. Jack Evans anyone?
Tim's Top 5 most listened to songs in the last week (in no order in particular)
1. Ne-Yo - So Sick
2. Rascall Flatts - Stand
3. GZA - Amplified Sample
4. Field Mob/Ciara - So What
5. Godsmack - Speak
(EDIT)
I'm diversificationalistic. You like my word?
(END EDIT)
I'm done. Werd to Big Bird. Told ya you'd be underwhelmed! Well, I told Morgan she would be, anyways.
You might be wondering what happened to nameless female friend from the last entry. She called @ 2:30AM, telling me she spent all the money and had no way home. My sympathy lasted as long as it took for her to finish her sentence, and I told her I was in no position (financially, motivationally, or any other "ally") to take a cab there, take her to her house in a cab, and take said cab home. She managed to borrow the money off of "brown people in the parking lot", and make her way home on her own. Then she called at 9AM, still drunk, and told me she had to work in 2 hours. Needless to say, I answered the phone in the same condition as the 2:30AM call....sleepy, unsympathetic, and re-thinking the decision of having a phone in my room. In other words...she was hungover, but okay. And actually apologetic. Go figure.
Now, back to regularly scheduled boredom....
(END PRE BLOG EDIT)
For some reason, Fefe Dobson makes me happy. Does that make me different and/or queer? I hope not.
5 Kronenbourgs have me in super random mode tonight.
I'm talking to Morgan and Kelly. I miss talking to Morgan on a regular basis. Despite barely talking to her at all lately, she's managed to read my mind 3 times already in this convo. She scares me. Kelly and me don't talk a lot anymore either. I miss her too.
Yes, Morgan will get her own blog entry. Next week. I "wait to procrastinate". :)
Goin to Squampton tomorrow with Kam, Sang, Blacky, and Sonny G. Poker, shitty bars...I can't wait. No, that wasn't sarcasm. I really can't wait.
Crystal's givin me a ride to work tomorrow...I get 20 more minutes of sleep...she's all kinds of awesome. And she's my new bestest friend. I haven't told her that yet though....so keep it on the DL, okay? : )
I wonder what Rowena is doing right now. I miss her hotness.
Joe messaged me today....Beav...holy blast from the past. He's working at a hospital now...that's awesome. He used to work with us, back in the day...he's funny as hell.
Tomorrow at work will be....interesting, to say the least. Foreshadowing? Burke, you sly bastard.
Tucker Max is my new hero.
K6 is my favourite hand. Remember that, if you ever play me. Cuz I'll tell you I have my favourite hand.
GZA and Inspectah Deck are my favourite Wu Tang members.
I got 20 on the Sharks, and up to 40 on the Sabres. Don't like to go against the Sens, but money is money. And I lost 80 on the fucking Oilers. Stupid Wings.
ECW...CM Punk...Teddy Hart...dream match. Jack Evans anyone?
Tim's Top 5 most listened to songs in the last week (in no order in particular)
1. Ne-Yo - So Sick
2. Rascall Flatts - Stand
3. GZA - Amplified Sample
4. Field Mob/Ciara - So What
5. Godsmack - Speak
(EDIT)
I'm diversificationalistic. You like my word?
(END EDIT)
I'm done. Werd to Big Bird. Told ya you'd be underwhelmed! Well, I told Morgan she would be, anyways.
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