My name’s Dilbert Howard, and look, we need to talk. You probably know my two brothers better, but I in fact have an even cooler, hipper blog and an even more sophisticated MDA extraction technique on the way. Now, while my brothers and other important people in the poker community have made it an absolute…
An employer invited six people for an interview at 7:00 am. They arrived, all dressed sharply and just before the call time. The employer told them to wait. By 6:00 pm everyone had left but one. He got the job, because the interview was a test of PATIENTS. Did you hear that, it was a…
Every community is different – culture exists, or I should say is a thing, for you online poker players. However, the rules governing voluntary communities are always the same. (It’s always Tolstoy, innit.) One rule of every community is that the moth is always drawn to the flame. Poker, in other words, attracts the vast…
My mother does everything slowly. It’s not an affectation. She is old. There are things that don’t need to be done, however. Today, she’s taken the white meat off the rotisserie and placed it on a sheet pan in order to oven heat it. I’m reluctant to touch the so-carefully destroyed slices of chicken. I…
The Russian isn’t really a Russian, just a local comic books guy who plays poker well and comfortably. He drinks and enjoys himself and loses his accent, if there ever was one. He likes to berate others, especially when they don’t play like he wants them to play; to hear his barbs is to hear…
You’re 300,468 from the money in the combined superfinal tournament championship satellite put on by WSOPGG88CHATGPISKYNET, you have AK in the BB facing a jam with three blinds left. Losers are gravitationally compressed to a string of information in the form of non-binary characters and inserted into a strand of the Phil Hellmuth Foreverbot’s ear…
What a winter. After pulling out all the stops at the tables during a summer that featured more hours and daily discipline than I have summoned in years – even experiencing actual rungood during one extraordinary three week stretch – the door was shut hard on my slow return to form and financial strength. Of…
From the first, talking came easy to me. I was garrulous, and most of all, great with detail. “You have the gift of gab, Bobby,” my mother would say to me absently, in the middle of one of my endless stories or to encourage me when I was suddenly shy. Didn’t matter what I was…
Hallo! I’m Gruppencardführer Karl Von Bahdbiett, your friendly Nationalsozialiste card coach! In an effort to more distinctly separate myself from the competition, I want to make sure we’re all clear on what National Socialism is! –The rise of our Nationalsocialism starts in the Great War (of course, aren’t they all great) and the stab in…