notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Is This Thing On?

So the blog is live... I only hope the bandwith costs of our massive readership don’t break us before the poker trip gets underway. We leave for Vegas on Saturday the 1st - a mere week from today - which is, of course, is the raison d’etre for this blog. We figure that even if everything goes all to shit, at least we’ll be able to document it and give our friends something new to mock us about.

Looking over Jeff’s initial posts, it’s pretty clear that he’s a bit more angst-ridden about this excursion than I am. To be honest, my goals for this trip are almost embarrassingly low. If, by the time we come back, I’m able to put in a raise without getting that urgent I-have-to-poop feeling, I’ll consider it all a smashing success. Coming home with any money left over would be pure gravy. It’s not like I wouldn’t just spend it on some bullshit anyway. Jeff, on the other hand, being the better poker player, appears to be laboring under the delusion that we have some chance of actually winning something, if only we can figure out the niggling details like how to play poker before we go. This is very dangerous thinking.

The truth is that we have one - and only one - real shot at winning at anything. It doesn’t involve luck and it certainly doesn’t involve skill. We’re just going to have to flat-out intimidate people into giving us their money. Fortunately, while we have no understanding of things like betting and pot odds, and while we lack the basic tools of the game like patience and self-control, we do have one thing going for us: our Bad-Ass Poker Outfits. Imagine, if you will, walking into the poker room and seeing these boys across the table:



I think there’s hope yet.