Tuesday, August 19, 2008

And some things never change...

Well, still busy at the new work assignment, and still busy trying to keep the new commuter box running and hopefully get it smogged and registered. So last weekend, it up and dies in the middle of traffic. I've got 3/4 of a tank of gas, it's cranking over but not catching, WTF? Fortunately two guys pulled up behind me and ran interference so that we could push it out of the fast lane of traffic. While waiting for AAA to come pick me up, I start wondering what the problem could be. Fuel pump or fuel filter, perhaps? Half hour later at the mechanic, we have a winner! The fuel pump! Of course the one thing that is practically completely unrelated to any of the other issues (ABS/traction control, Airbag Control Module, Emissions Control system) that are still unresolved. Nope, just another $550 to fix an eminently "normal" wear and tear item on an 11 year old car. Just a big fat pile of meh. And to top it all off, the weekend before I'd gotten the car band-aided together by the mechanic in Chula Vista that I bought it from, and went to the smog shop. They checked it out (2nd time, mind you), and determined that the Secondary Air Pump (a potentially $400 to $800 repair, depending on who you talk to) wasn't showing up as "ready" on the smog computer. That mechanic gave me the number for the California Bureau of Automotive Repair Smog Referee (swear to God, that's the official title of them). Apparently, they can officially bypass a non-critical sensor (which this supposedly is) and take the smog readings that way. The only problem is that the State of California doesn't currently have a budget in place. And with a judge staying The Governator's executive order cutting the pay of state employees, they've done the next best thing and furloughed nonessential employees. And what do you know about that...it includes my featherplucking smog referees! So I can't even schedule an appointment with them until the Legislature and the Governator agree on a budget. Which is really frustrating because the car seems to run fine (with the new fuel pump, natch), and gets between 26 and 30 mpg on my trip up to Riverside, depending on how much I put my foot into it. At this rate, it may wind up being easier to just fix the air pump and be done with it. We shall see...

At least this past Saturday was enjoyable. Went out to Cal State San Marcos for the 12th Annual Stone Brewing Invitational Beer Festival. Outrageously good time. Excellent beer, great food, scaldingly hot girls, what's not to love? And no, DAPGF wasn't there, hence the enjoyment of the visually appealing female attendees. Relax, nothing untoward happened...it was just that certain aspects of the scenery were exceptionally enjoyable to view. In the interests of not being labeled a stalker, I didn't take any pics of the scenery. However, here are a few random shots of the event:


Made it to the gym tonight. Another casualty of all this work and car drama is I've barely gotten to the gym 5 or 6 times since the beginning of July. And as a result of that, I've packed on 10 pounds that I'd so recently gotten rid of! Damn you job! And damn you car! And damn you smog referees! I also haven't even been to the driving range in like 3 or 4 months. Maybe the bad habits in my swing will have been forgotten and I can relearn how to play properly! Who knows? In any respect, I'd recharged and reloaded the MP3 player, and really came across a broad mix of stuff to listen to while picking up heavy shit and putting it back down. The last five songs I heard at the gym tonight:

Disturbed - A Welcome Burden
Prince - Let's Go Crazy
The Alarm - The Road
REO Speedwagon - Riding The Storm Out
Toad the Wet Sprocket - So Alive

I used to listen to a bunch of the classic rock and alternative stuff when I rode the train, so I shuffled some of it into the mix for something different.

Poker. I managed to play in several SNGs and a couple of MTTs on Stars tonight. Boy did I get my ass handed to me. The brain just wasn't in it, and I made several stupid moves. That being said, this hand is pretty indicative of how my night went:

Dealt to iamhoff [5s Ac]
ZXBOOGYMAN: folds
w.t. spartan: raises 400 to 600
iamhoff: calls 420 and is all-in
vetstud: folds
berserk37: folds
fioreB: folds
Brueske1: folds
red99971: folds
Uncalled bet (180) returned to w.t. spartan
*** FLOP *** [8h 3d 8d]
*** TURN *** [8h 3d 8d] [2h]
*** RIVER *** [8h 3d 8d 2h] [8s]
*** SHOW DOWN ***
w.t. spartan: shows [Ah 3s] (a full house, Eights full of Threes)
iamhoff: shows [5s Ac] (three of a kind, Eights)
w.t. spartan collected 1140 from pot

Hell, I was in one of the $4.40 180s and wound up with these stats:

You finished in 82nd place (eliminated at hand #19750068756).

33 hands played and saw flop:
- 0 times out of 4 while in small blind (0%)
- 1 times out of 4 while in big blind (25%)
- 7 times out of 25 in other positions (28%)
- a total of 8 times out of 33 (24%)

Pots won at showdown - 0 out of 1 (0%)
Pots won without showdown - 0

24% is at the high end of average for percentage of flops seen, but I don't think it was outrageous, and I wasn't playing pure pot odds and calling with a 92off just because there were 6 limpers in front of me. It was simply a baaaad night on the tables.

Car issues notwithstanding, I seem to be getting a handle on the work thing, so hopefully I can get back into a steady blogging routine (hell, Twitter is saving my ass in that respect), and find my groove on the felt. See ya out there! If you can't make it, then you should really check out the best online poker games on the net. You can play all your favourite games at this top casino online. They have the best odds, and everything from slots and bingo to plenty of information about roulette and blackjack strategy.