Monday, July 24, 2006

Bloggers on TV

Congrats to my favorite pizza provider, Jen Leo, for making it to 3rd on the Poker Dome! By and large she played very well, considering how tight her calling range was early, and how card dead she was. She had a great bluff where she played (I think) a 9-7o and on a junk board bluffed Dock off of an A6o. There was one hand that she got into somewhat early on (I didn't see it after they were down to 4 handed) where she picked up a monster (might have been AQ), and when she was waiting for someone to call her bet she was trying mightily to keep a grin off of her face. The crack in her poker face didn't matter, as whoever was left on the board would've had no right calling with his cards. As I said, she made it to three-handed, and woke up to J6 s0000000ted. 3 handed, that's not a bad hand, especially UTG. Unfortunately, she smoothcalled, and Jones in the BB checked his T7. Flop came down T6T, the worst possible flop for Jenny from the Blog. She bet out and villain shoved. Jen requested time and tried to figure whether the big stack bully was actually bullying or had hit a hand. I can't fault her call, tho. 2 pair on the flop 3 handed is a strong hand. Unfortunately, when the BB checked, it really took away her reads on his range. If she'd bet it up, he probably would've folded. Oh well. She got on TV to play poker, and that's more than most of us can say. Congrats on doing it Jen! Wish I could've been there.

I also saw Pauly in the audience on a couple of their breakaway shots. I recognized a few others sitting around Pauly (I heard that Change and Garth were there, but since Fox Sports' HD channel isn't broadcast on Time Warner Cable in San Diego overnight (channel guide said "off-air" when shows were running on FSN), I couldn't make out everyone sitting near Pauly. Oh well. Congrats again to Jen on making it to The Dome!

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Non-poker but Blogger-appropriate content

So. I haven't managed to drag my lazy ass down to the sweltering environment that is the San Diego Convention Center (tho it is a mere 15 minute drive from Casa de Hoff) to take in all that is Comic-Con. Still, living here, I get to hear all of the updates. The best one yet:

There was a Simpsons forum in one of the halls, where Matt Groening and Company were going to discuss all things Simpsons, including the hopefully no-more delayed movie (now scheduled for 2007). Someone asked about the delays and when it was scheduled to be released. James Brooks (exec director) replied that ..."we'd been working on it, only to realize that Snakes on a Plane was doing the same story!" D'oh!

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Such a promising beginning...

So. Played in a round 1 WSOP FPP freeroll on Stars. Decided I'd loosen up for this one, widened the calling range. Started off with 34c in the BB. 3 limpers and one min raise from the button. I decided WTF and called. Flop came down 7c Ks Tc. Min bet, all fold but me. Turn is Ac. I've got my flush, and I lead out betting 100. I get called. River is the Jh, putting a nice Broadway opportunity out there. I bet out 100, get min-raised, reraise another 400 and get called. He mucked.

Second hand, I get T9o in the SB. Several limpers and I complete. Flop comes down Ten-high rainbow. I bet out 100, and only get one caller from EP. Another low rag, not giving anybody any help. Another 100 and another call. At this point, I've put my esteemed opponent on two overcards, wondering if his overs are better than mine. River is another rag. Another 100 and another call. This guy at least showed his AJo.

After that, I went absolutely card dead. I could've widened my range to playing 36o, and that wouldn't have helped. If my cards were low, the flop was all overs. If they were high, rainbow low. S000000ted? Pick the opposite s000t. It was almost funny. Finally I wake up to TT UTG. I pop a raise to 6x, and get 5 callers! Huh? Flop comes down 474. I bet out 300, and everybody folds except villain in MP. Turn is an 8. I check and he checks. River is a 2. I bet 300, get raised to 600. At this point, calling would leave me with less than 400, and the blinds were getting ready to jump to 50/100. I shove, he has me covered and calls. He flips over J4o for the set, and IGHN.

In (again) a dispassionate self-review, I shouldn't have gotten married to my tens. The thing that pissed me off the most was villain's cards. If he'd flipped over JJ for an overpair or 88 for a set, I wouldn't have been as upset. Those hands you can imagine somebody calling a huge preflop raise. But the Jackhammer? In a blogger tournament, I might buy it. But this turd didn't seem to be a blogger. cat7777. I did a yahoo search on him, though, and got a bunch of "men seeking others" links for some personals site in NorCal. Somehow it just seems appropriate. Oh well. There's always tomorrow.

Finally, an efficient way to watch a movie

Not having much of a bankroll these days, I'm playing limited poker. As such, I've got time on my hands to find gems like these. You need sound, but watch out as the language is "slightly" profane. You have been warned.

Finally, someone in the mainstream media gets it

This story brought a warm fuzzy feeling to the deepest part of my soul. Finally somebody gets it. We don't need no stinkin' reviews. We don't need no Ebert & Roper or whoever the hell is the voice in the wilderness for movie reviews. The movie is going to do well because a vast cross-section of the blogosphere has been pimping it mercilessly for the past year. A movie that's going to do well solely because the audience it's targeted at is going to want it. Because I live in San Diego and I have way too much time on my hands these days, I may even try to get into Comic-Con this weekend and see the sneak preview. Either way, I'm definitely there when it finally hits the theatres. Say it with me people...


SNAKES ON A MOTHERFUCKIN' PLANE!!!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Your Chance to do Some Good


Check out this link to see how you can help out the For Peyton charity. Mr. Huge Junk himself has been graciously pimping this event in his totally gay online diary, and I wanted to do what little I could to help. One question, though. One would think that somebody with huge junk would be pimped out himself, not the one doing the pimping. The subject matter seems to fit with the demented nature of THIS totally geigh online diary, but the deeper meaning behind it goes far beyond my limited capacity to comprehend it. I think I'll have a drink. Meanwhile, check out some huge junk and see what you can do to help Peyton.

Things that make you go ewwwww...

If you were questioning the cleanliness of the Excal, check this story out. I guess you should never assume things have been "properly" cleaned up.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Not much going on...

So I won a freeroll into the Full Tilt Red Rock challenge. Sweet. I didn't make it to the Red Rock during the WPBT but I'd heard a lot of bloggers talking about it. Hey! A free trip to Vegas and a chance at a million dollar pot...I'm good with that. So I started off in Round 1 yesterday. I was actually playing fairly well. About 20 minutes into the tourney, I had seen more than 400 players eliminated and built up a stack almost double the average (around 9000). I was less than half of what the big stack was, though, and that was my downfall. The big stack unfortunately was at my table, with something north of 30k in chips, and he was playing true big stack poker. It didn't matter what you bet, he was in the pot. I watched people limp, only to have him raise enough to put them all in. I watched people shove, only to have him call with any two cards and get lucky almost half the time. I figured that if I got a monster, I'd pop a "normal" raise and shove if he reraised me. Sure as hell, I wake up to cowboys UTG. I pop it to 600 to go (50/100 if I remember correctly) and get one caller, Mr. Big Stack Bully who is sitting in the BB. Flop comes down 457 rainbow. He bets out 1000. I figure he's just trying to bully me out, and at best he's got Ace-rag and paired one of them. I shove, figuring that I'm going to double up off of the biggest ass-tard in the tournament. Take a guess what two cards Mr. Big Stack Fuck-tard was playing. What two cards would you feel were worth calling a 5x raise preflop? Think about it. Give me your widest calling range. The ass-ranger was playing






wait for it...






you know you're guessing correctly here...




3.





6.




Yes, Mister Fuck-tard flopped a straight 3 to the 7. I even picked up a 3rd K on the turn, but it wasn't enough. I was so bent that I actually stayed in the chat box and just spewed. I normally don't do that, but I was just so bent that I couldn't help myself. It wasn't just the horrific beat, it was the fact that I was playing some of the best tournament poker I'd ever played. I was catching cards, I had an aggression level that Hoy would have approved of. I was playing extremely well, and GF was even out for a while, so I didn't have any GF tilt to worry about.

In a fit of dispassionate self-review, I could've smooth-called his flop bet. Once that 3rd cowboy fell on the turn, though, I would've shoved anyway. I was drawing dead, no matter what happened. Now, if there had been no preflop raise and he checked the BB, I might have paused a bit for his flop bet. I probably would've called, instead of reraising, but again that 3rd king would've sealed it for me. Oh well. Das poker. Now I have to win another freeroll into this thing. Stay tuned, dear readers.

And to live up to the title of this here totally geigh online diary, here's a random list:

Last 5 songs to come up shuffled in my "Random Poker Tunes" iTunes playlist:

David Banner (feat Lil Flip) - Get Down (like a pimp)
Bad Religion - Los Angeles is Burning
Socks and a Smile - Fighting Gravity
Krokus - Long Stick Goes Boom
Electric Six - Gay Bar

See ya out there...

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Poker and Non-poker content

So. Apparently Coppertone Sport sunblock has an expiration date. Just not on the bottle I own. My little sister was in San Diego this week for some Mac in Education conference, and they finished up early on Wednesday. Since her conference was going on just a few miles away from Casa de Hoff, she came over and we went out to the beach. Phenomenal weather, water temp in the low 70s, and the waves were firing. Being a freckled red head, I slathered on the sunblock. Now, this stuff is really good, and I can usually get almost 2 hours out of it at the beach. We were there for just about 2 hours when we bailed. We got home, and I could just start to feel the burn on my shoulders. Sure as hell, by the time I got home from dinner, I was torched. Let that be a lesson to all of you fair-skinned peeps...don't use old sunblock.

Was watching The Sports List on Fox Sports this afternoon. Summer Sanders probably has the best legs of any TV host I've seen. Granted, most TV hosts aren't shot below the waist, but she was and she was wearing one of those short, wrap-looking skirts that 18 year old girls like to wear. It was all good. I surfed around, looking for a picture, but couldn't find one that did her and her legs justice. Sigh. Cleavage, you've got your pick of any number of babes, but Summer's legs were all kinds of good.

As of late, my poker play has been decidedly less than stellar. Part of it has been that I never seem to catch a flop, even when I have good cards and bet them up preflop. The reality, though, has been my donkaliciousness has been leaking out. So, in an effort to solidify my game and rebuild my decimated Full Tilt bankroll, I'm doing my own SNG challenge. I'm starting at the bottom, playing the $1.25s until I have a profit equal to 5 or 6 buy-ins at the next level ($5.50, so somewhere between $25 and $33). Once I hit that level, I'll play there until I have another 5 or 6 buy-ins in the bankroll. And at any level, if I fail to cash in 3 in a row, I drop down a level, just to keep things honest. Then I have to get my profit back up to the 5 or 6 level to move back up. So far things have been going well...I've cashed in 6 of 9 SNG's I've played, and one was a 45 player that I took a horrible beat to go out in 13th place (aces cracked, you know the drill). Not a lot of money yet, but the bankroll is growing. I'll take that.

Good luck out there. I gotta go walk the dog. May your aces hold up and may the deck hit you in the face.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Assorted Thoughts

Damn! Vegas was a blast! Wish I could've stayed longer...maybe dear and patient GF will be willing to suck it up and go in December. We shall see... In the meanwhile, it's been great reading up on everybody's trip recaps, finding out what I missed and getting some information corrected. Mr. Subliminal, I apologize for accusing you of busting me out of the Roshambo tournament. He looked vaguely like you did, at least as you were partially hidden behind the dealer from my point of view. No worries. And if you want to be munching ass instead of an ass munch, power to you my friend.

I've been looking over the blogsheet of everyone that signed up to go, and jebus did I miss seeing a bunch of people. Hell, I probably did see enough of you, but no introductions were ever made. I blame the booze. As I noted previously, it is such a convenient target. Donkeypuncher, Waffles, and so many others. Hell, Smokkee, at least someone introduced us whilst you were deep in drunken brogger poker. Think December, and hopefully it will hit. In the meanwhile, there's always the digital felt and the brogger tournaments. MATH, WWdN, the Mookie, and the Not. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Now that gf is back to teaching, maybe I can get caught up and get back to playing with you degenerates.

As I promised several posts ago, I've cleanup the blogrolls here at The Randomness. The blogroll grew substantially and using my ABCs seemed to be a good way to organize it. And of course there are other categories of dementia that I've served up for your entertainment purposes. Find a link you don't know and click on it. You might be amazed, entertained, scared or just plain disgusted. That's the beauty of it.

For those of you who have been following Hoff's quest for a steady income, the interview on Monday went pretty well, but I'm probably not going to get the gig. They were looking for someone with a lot more technical experience (environmental biology and such) than I've got. I've taken test results and written Environmental Impact Reports and such, but I've not had to do the whole biological survey things and such. So it goes. Keep thinking good thoughts.

Finally, got a little poker in today. One SNG today on Tilt, and I took 3rd for a small but welcome cash. The signature hand in this one was when I got to play the Mookie (T8o) out of the SB. Flopping the gutshot and turning the straight. Ya gotta love hitting a hand that absolutely nobody could or would put you on. Next one we were sitting on the bubble when I woke up to 55 on the button. UTG short stack made baby jebus cry with a min raise, I called as did the SB. Flop comes down A54. SB shoves and UTG thinks for a long while and calls with JJ. I instacall, having both of them covered. SB has A2 for a wheel draw. Queen on the turn and another 4 on the river, giving me a boat, stacking the two of them, and blowing right past the bubble with me dominating my opponent more than 5 to 1 in chips. End result, Hoff wins! Woo hoo! It was a small buy-in, so it's not like I just won a buy-in to the WSOP or anything, but positive movement in the bankroll is always a good thing. Keep those trip recaps coming in, peeps. See ya out there.

Sunday, July 09, 2006

I think I was in Vegas (or I shouldn't have anchovy pizza right before bed)


Whew! What a trip (figuratively and literally)! It is now 8:35 P.M. and I am back in Casa de Hoff in lovely San Diego. Gotta get all this out while I still remember some of it. So much cool stuff, I'm not sure where to really start. Hanging with Miami Don, Hoyazo and Iakaris...three of the funniest, coolest people I've ever met. Absolutely had a blast with those characters. Pauly being so cool as to actually take the time and introduce me to a bunch of the old school bloggers Saturday night, and then show me around the room during the Ladies event on Sunday (go Facty!! go Maudie!! rah rah rah!!). The Blogfather himself buying me a drink Saturday night while we were all laughing at the Kid Rock impersonator. Jen Leo even gave me a piece of pizza during the tournament because I asked where she'd gotten it. I'd (ironically enough) had a piece of cold pizza while driving in that morning, and I was jonesing for some grub (not that grub!) The best moment, though, was when I first roared up to Caesars. While waiting for the speakers to start, I was looking around to see if I recognized anybody from assorted blog photodumps. I saw a few across the room (Pauly, Derek, Gracie), and then this gorgeous redhead walked past me. "Carmen?" "Yes." "I am Hoff." "Hoff!!! Oh my God we've been waiting for you! C'mon! Don, Iakaris and Hoyazo are all over there." Waiting for little old me?!? No way! That moment absolutely made the weekend for me. Now, on to the trip.

4 a.m. I understand that a bunch of the bloggers were still drinking at that point. Me, I just woke up after 2 hours of sleep. Shower, get dressed, finish packing, and walk the dog. I finally get on the road, 20 minutes later than planned. This almost became a factor, but all was good. Hit a couple of stretches of contruction that slowed me down, but by and large I just hauled ass. For some reason (liability, I suppose) Nissan programmed the computer in my old Pathfinder to not allow the cruise control to be engaged at any speed over 90 mph. Not so with the Jeep. Cruise set at 105 mph thru the desert, 90-plus in all other areas. Wound up averaging 74 for the whole trip out, including construction detours, panic braking for Nevada State Troopers, and Vegas surface streets.

Nice to see I wasn't the only one who showed up late. Heather came out and informed everyone that we needed the total rewards card for the tournament, and that she would take care of it during the speaker portion of the tournament. Michael Craig, Howard Lederer and Phil Gordon all gave great talks...Howard in particular as he related his version of Mr. Smith goes to Washington, to try and kill the online gambling bill(s) percolating thru congress right now.

Then Roshambo!
We lined up and went for it! Best of 3, it took me and my opponent (who ironically would be the one to cripple me during the tournament) 9 separate throws to get a winner. We tied our first three throws and wound up going all the way to the 3rd throw. I went out when my scissors got pummeled by his rock. So it goes. After all that, though, let's play some poker!!

We go to our seats, and I'm at a very evil table. I'm in seat 9. F-Train is to my immediate right, with Hoyazo next to him. Chad from Pokerama-rama is next to Hoy. A couple of seats down was Jen Leo, and a few hands into things, Human Head sat down at the number 10 seat. Quite a table! First hand (should've seen this as a bad sign), I get AJ s0000ted. I think I was first to act, which explains why I limped with that hand. Normally I'd raise it, but I don't think my mind had fully gotten into gear yet, so I limped. A couple of callers around and Hoyazo did his typical raise to 4x. I called and the flop came down with zero help. I knew if I bet out, Hoy would reraise me...that's just how he rolls. So I checked it. I had nothing more than ace-high and no other cards to my flush or straight. He did a half pot or so bet and I folded. Second hand was AQo. Called a preflop raise and again saw a flop that came nowhere near my cards. Someone at the other end of the table bet and I folded. Then I went dead for probably 10 or so hands. I woke up to AK s000000ted UTG and popped a 5x raise. One caller, and the flop came down K-high. I let out with a pot bet and villain folded. Then came the evil hand, against the guy who busted me out of the roshambo tournament. Several people limped, including villain, which let me check my 54o. Flop came down A5x rainbow. It checked around. A 2nd five fell on the turn. I bet the pot and villain called. A ten (I think) on the river and I bet the pot again. Villain reraised me. I'd put him on a high ace, and thought I was right with an AT when he reraised me on the river. I call for about 3/4 of my stack, and he flips over pocket aces for a boat! Goddamn slowplaying ass-munches, just waiting to take my chips! What could I do? He played it correctly and I got punished. Das poker. A few hands later, I picked up another round of blinds. Then I got 99 in MP. Hoy made it his usual 4x (we were at 50/100), so I shoved with my remaining 900. Hoy actually thought about it for a while, and I had this slim hope that he would fold. He calls and flips over QTc. Queen on the flop and ten on the river, and I bust out just after an hour or so into it. Then I wandered around the room and shot some pics.




It's now 11:50. GF and doggie have been attended to, and I can finally finish this post, and go to sleep in blissful anticipation of the job interview that might put an end to my unemployedness (is that a real word? if not, who cares?). After I shot my pics and railed for a while, I bailed on Caesars and drove to the Excal to check in, dropping Iak off at the MGM on the way. That done, I crashed for about an hour. Down to the pool for some cool water and hot scenery, and then another nap. Downstairs to see if any bloggers are staggering in, but no joy. Nobody's answering the phones, either. Later I found out that the tournament was still going on after 7. So I played some craps and then had some dinner. Back upstairs for a nap (no, I'm really not that lame, just tired), and then downstairs to meet up with everybody.

First of all, super mega congrats to F-Train for winning the whole damn thing. I sat next to the winner! Do I get something for that? And sympathetic shoulder shrugs to this season's Gigli, Spaceman!! Then it was time to drink and meet people. Speaker, Gracie, Change, the guys from Lord Admiral, Derek, Kat, Jules, Poison, Sox, StB, Al, Eva, Bobby Bracelet, Smokkee, Grubby, Falstaff, Shane, Spaceman, Absinthe, and the list went on and on. I'm frankly amazed that I remembered this many people. I know I'm leaving people out, but I blame it on the booze...it's a convenient target, so why not. I didn't get to meet Waffles, and I was really disappointed because everybody kept saying "he was just here" and that he was going to be back soon. Someday Sir-F we shall meet...until then, it's the girlie chat for you. Still, had a fan-damn-tastic time with everybody. Can't wait for the next one. But it was after 3 a.m. and I needed to get some sleep. I had to drive back to San Diego and I still wanted to go to the Rio to check out Fact Girl and Maudie in the Ladies Event, as well as soak up some gen-u-wine WSOP vibe and shwag.

So I wake up 3 times, finally at 9:45 it finally holds and I get up. Shower, pack, check out and abandon the castle. Drive around looking for the one Union Bank of California branch supposedly in Vegas that was listed in the phone book. After going to the address and not finding a damn thing, I call the bank ATM locator line. Nope, no branches within 99 miles of Las Vegas. Stupid out of date phone books. So I say flock it, grab lunch (nobody but casino buffets are still serving breakfast) and break for the Rio. After the 2 mile walk thru the casino out to the convention area (I wonder if the other conventions that were happening scheduled their conventions on purpose, so as to allow easy access to the WSOP. Anyway, then came the hospitality suites. PokerStars was first, and they got kudos for having XXL beer-drinker size shirts. Full Tilt came next, with a swankier looking setup, but a need to sign up for something (hell if I can remember) to get a free t-shirt, hat, or whatever. Bodog had a nice setup with a nice comp bar. Jim Beam, baby! Absolute, UB, Card Player, they were all there. Walked into the room and was overwhelmed by the scale of everything. So much poker, all in one place!
Sorry about the quality of that pic. I was trying to shoot across the whole room, to give an idea of the scale, and caught the hanging lights and they screwed up my lighting. Sigh. Minor moment of panic when I couldn't remember what table Fact Girl said she'd be at, due to the many adult beverages I'd consumed over the evening. Let's see, who do I know that would defintely have some insight as to what's going on at the WSOP? Pauly! He was even crazy enough to answer his phone to an area code that he's probably never even seen! I asked if he knew what table Facty was on, and he said he'd be right over. He pointed out Maudie, Facty, and a couple of other poker hotties that he knew, and then proceeded to show me around the room. Very cool. And I guess because I'd sort of sobered up, I actually had the presence of mind to get a pic of me and Pauly.
Somehow I missed getting those pics of Iak, Don, Carmen, Hoy, Kat, Poison, etc. Sigh. Must plan better for next time.

So that was the trip. It was a shame that I had to make it a short trip, but that was the hand I was dealt. Still, I wouldn't have missed it for anything. I had such a blast getting to meet and know everybody. Can't wait for the next blogger tourney I get to play in. Maybe a Mookie? We shall see. GF starts teaching again this week, so I might get to play some more poker. Woo hoo! Monday morning I've got that interview with an environmental consulting firm. Think good thoughts...if I get this job, then maybe I can afford to go back to Vegas again. Now, you know you want me back in Vegas, don't you. That's what I thought...Vegas!

Thursday, July 06, 2006

What? I still have a blog?

Yes, dear readers (those of you who still read my pathetic scribblings), I am still here. My life has really been consisting of surfing the job boards, revising my resume, and going to the beach for different surfing (hey, it's free!). I've played a little poker over the past week, but I did take a week off after donking away the majority of my dwindling bankroll. No poker and no new job, not a helluva lot to blog about.

So, jumped into a peep sex token SNG and won it. Nice. Then, jumped into the FT $5K guarantee yesterday. Two stupid donkey moves later, and I'm out in 238 out of 275. One, I convinced myself that my TPTK was good and that my opponent couldn't have possible been sitting on 2 hearts and flopped a flush. The other was getting dealt AJ s0000000ted. I flop 4 to the nut flush and a gutshot to broadway. I chased both of them sumbitches to the river, only to lose to a slowplayed set of 5s I think. Short version, I get blinded all in on the next hand with K5 and IGH on tilt. So what do I do but jump into a nine-player SNG. I was actually playing well, having worked my way to 2nd place, 4 handed. I get dealt cowboys UTG, so I pop a 6x BB raise, figuring that I can get everyone to fold and I won't need to worry about some donkfish with Ace-rag cracking my cowboys. Sure as hell, the short stack (who was pretty close in chips to me) shoves. I've got him covered by a little over one BB, so I call. I can't believe I did this. I knew we were on the bubble, but I couldn't get over the fact that I'd popped a big raise and got reraised. I figured him for fishhooks or hiltons, not Ax. Sure as hell, he flips over AJ s00000ted. Now, I can understand his move...I didn't like it, but I can understand the need to play s000ted Ace-paint. My big problem was forgetting the big neon flashing rule that everybody needs to ask themselves when facing an all-in...do I want to risk my tournament life at this point on these cards? Had I actually considered the question, I would have answered yes to the cards, but no to that point in the game. The flop came down all low rags, no help to his flush. The turn paired the board. And the river...

Wait for it...

Can you guess what it was?



Yes!!!

An ace!! And we weren't even playing on Riverstars! So that just about put me all in on just the BB in the very next hand. J8 s000ted. Could've been worse, I suppose. Straight and flush possibilities. Unfortunately 2 people called, one with AJ and the other with KQ, and Hoff is bubble boy.

So the beach has been nice. It's been in the 80s on the coast here in San Diego, with the water temp into the low 70s (normally the Pacific is usually in the mid 60s during the summer months). It has been pretty sweet. That's been about the only good thing about being off from work during this period. On that note, it's been slow but there's been some movement. I had an interview back in late June that went very well. The guy was going on vacation over the 4th, so I won't be hearing from him again until at least sometime next week. Still, it went well enough that I should get invited back for a 2nd interview. And I got contacted as I was driving home from the beach yesterday by a recruiter. The position is sweet but geographically undesirable. It is for the Director of Forward Planning for another homebuilder, and it should pay well into 6 figures. The downside is it would require a 200 mile daily round trip commute. Assuming they even offered me the position, it would take something far into the 6 figure range plus the ability to telecommute at least 2 days a week to make it worthwhile. Too bad, because that's the position I'd love to have. I also got contacted by a VP at another environmental consulting company who saw my resume on Monster and told me that they've got an opening here in San Diego that fits my experience. As soon as I'm done this post, I'll be calling the guy back to set up an interview. My only fear with this one is that the salary is going to be too low. I'm not trying to be greedy, but realistic. I've got my half of a mortgage, a car payment, various assorted debts, and a girlfriend with a nasty nice restaurant addiction. Yes, I know that dear and patient GF needs a dose of reality, but things aren't that cut and dry. It will work itself out and GF will adjust as necessary. As always I will keep you posted.

Finally, a couple of minor things. Again, thanks to everyone who has continued to stick by me during this whole dramatic pile of crap that my life has become. Carmen, Don, Speaker, Awe, StB, Iak, SpecialK, Chris, Matt, Hoyazo, Raveen, Poison, Smokkee, Brett, Jill, and everyone else, you people either totally rock or need to get a life. I'll let you decide. Also, I will be seeing many of you in just a few days. Saturday morning I will be storming the tables at Caesar's for the WPBT Summer Classic! I am so looking forward to seeing everybody...this will definitely be a nice break from the usual crap I've been going thru lately. Also, dear and patient GF decided she was not going to attend. Now, I was hoping that she would attend, so that she could meet all of you demented souls and see that you really do exist. But she starts teaching a new quarter next week and she thought it would make more sense to get her syllabi and lesson plans in order. Besides, we're showing up Saturday morning (gotta conserve costs with this whole laid-off thing) and she's not enough of a poker or gambling fan to spend the majority of the day by herself in a casino on the rail. So I'm bach-ing it at the Castle! My cell is on April's list, so if you got it, sort by nickname until you find me and start dialing for dial-a-shots! Finally, I got the email from PokerStars that I'm sure just about all of you who participated in the Blogger Championship got, and I've now got the WSOP feed running on The Randomness. If you got an itch for an update and you don't know where to turn, come on over.

And with that, it's time to call this guy back for an interview. Wish me luck. See ya in Vegas!!!!

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I've got my interview with the environmental company set for Monday morning, so no hanging out late in Vegas for Hoff. Still, I will accept any and all toasts and raised glasses to good luck that anybody is willing to offer. See ya soon...