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Vegas--Craziness

First off where to start? Vegas is electric. I've been killing the tables. I've discovered 2-4 Limit and I've been on fire. I've probably cleared $100 3 or 4 times. I've only lost about $200 twice so I think I'm doing pretty good.

The Rio is just so impressive I get sweats walking in there. Somebody told me I had bingo wings so I've been flapping them a bit to keep the players I'm railbirding cool. I've run into a lot of fans who know me from my blog and I think it's great. A couple of kids were even sucking their thumbs in reference to the title of my blog. Some of the railbirds have confused me for the Read Deal Nessy but that's okay, I like the attention. I almost signed an autograph or two but the japanese guy was actually just showing me a map.

First of all, the Clubs here bring a smile to my face. I think someone once said, "A stripper under a spotlight is the apple of adam's eye." I hear that. Put me in the Garden of Eden and it'd be apple sauce for everyone. I'm enjoying Sapphire club when I go out tonight with Mona, Mischa, Montella, and Tiny Tina. I hope to have some pics up soon.

The Main Event is whittling down and Toby Maguire busted out. I was sad. I loved him in Brokeback Mountain. When he exited I railbirded him and told him I loved him. I think he said "Blog you!" He knows me. I might make a T-shirt that says "Blog U." Like it's a university or something. You could also do a "FU" one all college like too. I got that at the idea dump. That's a polite way of me saying it came to me when I was taking a dump. The name the idea dump actually came from the idea dump. Isn't that ironic, don't you think (Mariah Carey).

I will give you guys an update soon. The newsweek thing hasn't worked out but I'm talking to a couple of websites about cross-pollination right now. I think Cardplayer may make me a quasi-celebrity blogger so i'm pysched.

The real Vanessa Selbst

In response to one of my fan's questions I am not the real Vanessa Selbst, but I am real and Vanessa Selbst. Unless you know me from the 2+2 fourms (is that you SuckHeed?) and by real Vanessa Selbst you meant me , the famous blogger and the up and coming player/fan. On that note I want to say thanks for the emails of support folks, you guys have been the light in my tunnel. Without the fans I'd be not famous. Your light in the tunnel is not like the headlights of a train running me over either it's the bright lights of a truck.

I have trucker-ed in my time. Our motto has always been "I'm not here for a long time but I am here for the good time." That should be a motto people use to apply to life's lessons. I've certainly had my fair share of truckstop prossies, and while a good night can often be measured by the thickness of the mac truck imprint on the folds between my shoulders, the best things in life can't be found on the side of the road, even if you eat roadkill, life is best experienced in the journey of life because life is a freeway and I'm going to be ridden all night long (Dave Matthews).

First things First, Some of you were alert enough to let me know the Newsweek thing might be a scam. And the Nigerian prince might not be a prince either but I'm checking with my lawyers, but the good news is I'm in the midst of a bidding war beween the two www.GulfCoastPoker.net s to write for them at the world series. If they have their logo in flannels or golf hats or floaties for my bingo wings I might even wear it at the World Series.

Just kidding Kev and Gene. Really another website is going to link to my blog and get my WSOP coverage, Verticalsmilepoker.com. I don't know if they are trademarked yet, so Kev maybe another opportunity for you there. Anyway, I'll get the hotel but they said they'll get me a buffet for every event I play in and later write about. So, C.S. I guess I'll see you in Vegas. I'll post a note on your blog, maybe we can meet and eat out.

Friends from 2+2 Email ME!!!

I'm on the verge of a nervy breakdown. Newsweek has asked me about my blog and suggested I could cover the WSOP Main Event for them. All I have to do is pay for my airfare but once there they will put me up for just a $100 a night cost to me at the airport Red Roof Inn and they might use my article. I'm supposed to meet up with a Lieutenant Franklin and give him my money and he will take care of all the small details. That's a good offer right? Oh, oh, before I forget, friends I also got an email about a Nigerian who's fallen on hard times and needs some money just to be able to excess his considerable fortune. I may start a collection on this site or on myspace. I never heard of such tragedy.

Please in these tough times, it's friends that prop you up and our friends are our future, so as I struggle with my newfound fame I'd really like it if you guys could offer me some support on my blog and let me know what direction I should go in. You guys know who you are AnnieDukester, SuckHeed, and elmaitred. I am at my witless end on this.

Interview Requests

The tears of a clown are tears no one can see because they rain down under the make up of the painted man. I think Stevie Wonder said that. It has to do with the glare of the spotlight being so bright it burns, I think. I feel that effect first hand. I once read an op-ed piece that compared midget bowling to putting a albino under a heat lamp with a stencil on his chest. Now I am that albino.

I feel the wax wings of hercules melting under my sweaty folds as I got too close to the sun, and now I have to write here for everyone to see I am turning down all interview requests. If you want to talk about the content of my blog, my admiration for Vanessa Selbst that's one thing but if you want to discuss sex issues I will not participate. For the first and last time, I am happy in my own sex. I do not think the content of my blog should be focused on that issue.

Moreover, I would prefer it that the people who call me the next Brandi or girl that called terrance chan "johnny" just back off a bit. Like that silent fart under the sheets in the company of your loved one, let's let this air out a bit.

First things first, please don't make me pull this blog. Though it's only been up for a short time I feel a deep love and effection to it. When I conceive a child be it through borrowed sperm or in a completed reception I hope to emote the same way to that diaper wearer as I do this endevor--that's how much this means to me.

Thankyou.

sorry forgot my links and quotes

"You'd think my favorite hand would be Aces but I get them cracked a lot. I prefer kings because with the cowboys you can get off the horse. Nothing beats horseback riding but when you are sore sometimes nothing beats getting off."

http://morethoughtsfromtheshower.blogspot.com/ Here's a great blog from our friends at USC.

"The next great american sports game will be high stakes bocce. I've played it and I know."

Here's a "link" no pun intended to one of my favorite video game blogs...

http://bloggingzelda.blogspot.com/

Increased focus on my blog

From the get go and first things firstly, I am worried with the new found media attention on my blog that perhaps I should pull back. While I appreciate the perks of fame, it is a little scary that all the forums have linked my site and I am a little worried about the comments that have been dubbed homophobic, heterophobic and racist.

Firstly, I am afraid of nobody and codneminze nobody because of skin color or more bluntly for being an unevolved breeder. I use that term in jest just as I play with sterotypes about lesbians such as playing golf, wearing Drakkar Noir and riding jetskis. If we can't laugh at ourselves whose laughing? I'm happy in my own skin and my own sex. I appreciate everybody that has read and participated in my blog but please let's keep our discussions away from sex or race.

Vanessa, firstly is my inspiration, is an a lesbian who is out and is proud. Her efforts leading the gay and lesbian student organizations at Yale are heroic. She like Billy Jean King, Melissa Ehteridge, and Pink are a hero to me. I am not necessarily a gay woman but if I was she'd be as inspirational. Again, I can't tell you how happy I am in my own sex.

Please if I am to keep blogging I'd like to keep my blog clean and free of stereos, types, and other slurs. Please respect this author's wishes. Thank you and once again, I am very happy in my own sex.

Thirdly...

Okay first things first... I ran out of space on my profile, I update it to give you a little look into myself, here's the rest that was cut out by stupid blogger.

What I wrote is nonbold but what you missed is in bold.

I like Poker and Dancing in the Round, Dancing with the Stars, watching Star Search on the bed cover from a seedy motel, I like long walks in the desert, sipping a slurpee, short shorts and large triceps, a woman who's played linebacker, the word "ruggger", flannels drenched in drakkar noir, hot tomato soup, spoon feeding the bedridden, basking in anything... but preferably afterglow, the word gonads, walking laps in the mall, thunderstorms in May, shepherds, tassels not shoelaces, reminding people dykes are dams but dykes aren't damned, the LPGA, fleece throw rugs, the smell of the drain at the base of a commune's shower, moonlighting as a security guard but not moonlighting the TV show--poor Addison she needed a more delicate touch, whispers in the dark, butterfly kisses and butterfly nets, fly fishing and fishing flys, shagging flys and the softball players that threw them, haircuts and thick overgrowth, handlebar munchstaches, camelhair shirts and cameltoed pants, delicate flowers, eyeteeth, bad jokes told well and good jokes told badly, first things first and last things last,

truffle snouting and sinnewy women, aussies who say wankers but don't have soul patches except for Joe Hachem I'd almost switch sides for him, swimming in the placid green pools of Vanessa's eyes, matchbox 20, oceanogry, greenpeace but not green pieces although both go hand and hand believe me I've done enough work in malaria laden jungles with strongarmed women and the even stronger armpits of deodarant depleted breeders to know volunteer work is like bandcamp for lesbians and academics and the only thing more popular than a shipment of Right Guard is the shipment of pencillian, Yeats, montages, skylines, Krispy Kreme donuts and creme free donuts, ESPN commericals, candles waning light, legfuzz, organ music, candlelabras, ACDC, cannabis, kangaroo brand shoes and kangaroo skin bras, Bubbleboy, bamboo rafts, walkie-talkies, Waylon Jennings, Frida, fishsticks in honey or fishstench under honey, honey, honesty, pina coladas, Peabo Bryson, cunning linguistics--hum german to me Fraulein, penny operas, Empire Strikes Back (Boo Yah what a rad movie) go Carrie Fischer, backpacking, theme song to Laverne and Shirley or anything tangetially related to Penny Marshall, the Real World Inferno season 2, corning cookware, sandals not the resort but the shoes that aren't shoes who needs laces (I hate them, much prefer tassels), crayfish, Gateway computer boxes, muscle and fitness magazine, the WNBA, cats a lot of them, as James Bond would say Pussy Galore!

I'm only joking in some places but I wanted to be novelle. I'd love to know more about my readers.

2nd post...

Seconds oh yeah!

Maybe I am the real Vanessa Selbst, why don't you say on my blog what you are so afraid to say on your own? F'n breeders.

"Jaime puts the gold in gold-en showers."

This one reminds me of bubbleboy AND captain stacks...
http://enigma-music.blogspot.com/

First post... Hey ya'll

Getting my feet wet with this blogging thing.

First things first, I've been inspired by the blogs of Gene D and Bubble Boy Gomez. I used to blog a lot and then I stopped and Bubble Boy reinspired me to blog some more. Captain Stacks and his alter ego "C.S." --duhhh! make me sick. Fricking breeders with mustache rides? Right. First things first, I'm not really Vanessa Selbst, actually by strange coincidence I am, but I'm not that Vanessa Selbst, however she is also my coinspiration for blogging. I guess first is Bubble Boy, 2nd is GeneD and third is my girl Vanessa or maybe she is tied with bubble boy's inspirational journey from illegal alien to illegal alien with poker habit and ex wives. She is da bomb. I hope some day to meet her and play at her level.

I'm not new to the blogosphere nor the game of poker or high stakes munchbox diving. I eat out of lunchboxes on the felt and munchboxes in the bedroom if you know what I mean. Anyway, first things first, I'm going to be posting quite a bit so i look forward to joining you all's community. I did a yahoo search on all things Vanessa Selbst and I found some mean comments about her on a blog so I thought first things first I should defend her.

To defend my dreamboat, she is first and foremost, a hell of a poker player. Once you make it to multiple WSOP final tables then start critizing her balls for trying to show her nads by bluffing into raises and reraises. And lastly as inspired by the quotes of Bubbleboy I'll end my posts with quotes of my own...

"A hand in the bush is worth less than a bush in the mouth"

and links to some of my favorite blogs...
http://irangraffiti.blogspot.com/