By Pauly
Hollyweird, CA
Wil was interviewed at Comic Con. He speaks about the evolution of blogging. Check it out.
I love the beard Wil. Makes him look writerly.
Oh, by the way. Happy birthday, Wil.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Videos: Trippy Monkeys and World Series of Lime Tossing
By Pauly
Hollyweird, CA
I recently uploaded a couple of videos to YouTube.
The Trippy Monkeys were an interactive art installation at the Mike High Music Festival in Denver.
And the second stars Otis as we gamble ungodly sums of money on lime tossing in Las Vegas...
By Pauly
Hollyweird, CA
I recently uploaded a couple of videos to YouTube.
The Trippy Monkeys were an interactive art installation at the Mike High Music Festival in Denver.
And the second stars Otis as we gamble ungodly sums of money on lime tossing in Las Vegas...
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Battle of the Planets aka G Force
By Pauly
Hollyweird, CA
I needed help with this one. I blame too much TV as a child of the 1970s. I also blame too many psychedelics in the 1990s.
Over the last couple of months, I have been bombarded by flashbacks of my youth. Particualrly while covering the World Series of Poker in Las Vegas, I would randomly get flashes of this cartoon that I religiously watched as a kid. For the life of me, I could not recall the name of it. I was stumped. I would wander through a row of poker tables with random images wandering down the hallways of my brain.
The images wouldn't stop. But I had zero time to chase it down.
As soon as I returned to Hollyweird, I tried to do some research. I found a website that had a bunch of cartoons from the 1970s and 1980s. It was extremely trippy to take a walk down memory lane. I forgot about the Mr. T cartoon with those gymnasts and those annoying fuzzy things called The Monchhichis. I searched and searched for hours and even looked on You Tube. However, all my research left me was super frustrated. Unable to properly chase down a flashback. That makes people go insane.
That's when I knew I needed to bring in an outside consultant. If there was one person I could ask threat would know... it was Wil Wheaton... resident uber-geek and sci-wunderkind Wil Wheaton.
Here's the email that I sent Wil the other day...
Wil had been away at Comic-Con and finally had a chance to catch up with email. Here's what he wrote me...
By Pauly
Hollyweird, CA
I needed help with this one. I blame too much TV as a child of the 1970s. I also blame too many psychedelics in the 1990s.
Over the last couple of months, I have been bombarded by flashbacks of my youth. Particualrly while covering the World Series of Poker in Las Vegas, I would randomly get flashes of this cartoon that I religiously watched as a kid. For the life of me, I could not recall the name of it. I was stumped. I would wander through a row of poker tables with random images wandering down the hallways of my brain.
The images wouldn't stop. But I had zero time to chase it down.
As soon as I returned to Hollyweird, I tried to do some research. I found a website that had a bunch of cartoons from the 1970s and 1980s. It was extremely trippy to take a walk down memory lane. I forgot about the Mr. T cartoon with those gymnasts and those annoying fuzzy things called The Monchhichis. I searched and searched for hours and even looked on You Tube. However, all my research left me was super frustrated. Unable to properly chase down a flashback. That makes people go insane.
That's when I knew I needed to bring in an outside consultant. If there was one person I could ask threat would know... it was Wil Wheaton... resident uber-geek and sci-wunderkind Wil Wheaton.
Here's the email that I sent Wil the other day...
wil
this is killing me. im having these flashbacks of this cartoon i used to watch when i was a kid but cant recall the name. i know we're the same age so maybe u can help.
cartoon.... sci-fi-ish but more like animae for the late 1970s.
premise: 4 teens (3 guys plus 1 chick in pink) + 1 young kid work for some govt agency. i think they are all orphans. each are on this huge spaceship/plane. the fat guy flew the plane. and there are two tough guys - one rode a race car and the other a single-seater plane. the chick drove a motorcycle. their vehicles would come out of the plane/spaceship. whenever they got in trouble their plane would turn into this fireball like a phoenix. they constantly fought this terrorist group who wore blue masks.
can u help me out here? or am i just rambling on and on...?
thanks,
pauly
Wil had been away at Comic-Con and finally had a chance to catch up with email. Here's what he wrote me...
Pauly,
I loved this show. In America, this was called Battle of the Planets, but it was originally called Z Force when it debuted in Japan.
My friend is working on an updated version of the film, that will be CGI and live action!
Wil
Score! I was so happy that Wil cleared up my insanity. Within seconds of reading his email, I found the first episode on You Tube. There were two versions in the US... Battle of the Planets and G-Force.
The powers to be softened the North American version and took out some of the quasi-sexually explicit scenes and tons of violence. That's what I watched as a kid.
I can't recall if I ever watched the cartoon on weekends. I sort of recall sitting around in my Catholic School uniform and watching the cartoon after school.
And yes, the fat guy is named Hootie.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Colorado Gallery
By Pauly
Hollyweird, CA
Wanna see some pics from Colorado and the Mile High Music Festival?
Nicky posted her pics a few days ago. I finally finished my batch of Colorado pics.
That's the last bit of photos that my camera took before it died in Boulder on Monday morning.
By Pauly
Hollyweird, CA
Wanna see some pics from Colorado and the Mile High Music Festival?
Nicky posted her pics a few days ago. I finally finished my batch of Colorado pics.
That's the last bit of photos that my camera took before it died in Boulder on Monday morning.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Things I Loathe in Las Vegas
By Pauly
Las Vegas, NV
People make or break a situation. I always said that the worst of jobs could be tolerable as long as you had people with you who were entertaining and had a sense of humor. You can be in the most beautiful place in the world, yet it takes just one douchebag to ruin it for you. On the contrary, you can be in a shitty situation, but one person can definitely make the difference.
People. For me it's about the people around you who will determine the vibe of your situation. That's why it is always important to be around with positive emotions, positive energy, and positive intentions. Someone like me feeds off a situation. If everything around me is dark and miserable, I usually sink deep and things get ugly. That's why I always lose my shit in Las Vegas. It's a very ugly place and it transforms even the most sane and well adjusted person into a psychopath. You can only imagine what it does to people who are already fucked in the head.
I have been doing my best to avoid negative things and situations. That includes people. However, sometimes they are unavoidable, especially at a massive event like the World Series of Poker.
Here are a few character profiles of the people I have to deal with on a daily basis...
The Wanna-be Poker Pro: This guy is one of the most annoying in the room. Sure, you have to be confident to succeed in poker, but bragging about your exploits makes me cringe. I don't give a rats ass about who you crushed or how much you won. Showing me your wad won't impress me. What I do care about is how you sound like a fifteen-year old girl when you run into a little bad luck or won't take responsibility for your own actions. Yeah pal, even the top tiered players in the world make mistakes but for some reason, you think that you never make one and the everyone else in poker is inferior to your astute ability. You'll never make it in Las Vegas and especially in poker. I see dozens of douchebags like you who move to Las Vegas every week chasing the dream. They end up humping a shitty casino job because they are too embarrassed to go back home and do some honest work. So please leave me alone and let me do my job. And no, I won't give you any extra special coverage because the last thing I want to do is fluff up another asshole in poker. Just another vulture who wants to exploit me.
The Lazy Worker: There are a bunch of these running around the Rio. The faux journalists don't do any research and they leech off of the hard work of others. They are here to party first and work second. They stay up late, come in hung over, and then steal my shit or stuff my friends wrote. Hey, guess what? I party my ass off and sacrifice sleep to get my work done. That's what professionals do. Yeah, the scensters drive me nuts and are only here for superficial reasons.
One of them blatantly stole from Nicky a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes I feel sorry for the talentless hacks who have zero talent and have to shoot angles just to get paid. They are only in poker because they can't get jobs anywhere else. I should know, because I'm definitely one of those! But then again, I fuck with these retards too, sort of my way of seeking out revenge on the lazy oafs. They constantly ask me for info and then publish what I say (almost verbatim) and I don't get any source credit. Or they simply lift shit I write on Tao of Poker and try to pass it off as their own work. So when they ask me for info on a specific tournament or a bit of gossip, I give them false information. One person called me out on it the other day and I laughed. I told them if they did just three seconds of research themselves they would have known that my info was wrong. Next time give me attribution, punk. Just another vulture who wants to exploit me.
The Trasher: This guy loves to go around and trash the stellar work from my colleagues. He's really jealous and a hack and needs to put down others in order to feel better about himself because he knows he's a fraud. The same guy badmouths me behind my back. You don't think my friends tell me you said the things you said? Be a man and tell it to my face next time. Fuckin' tool. This is the same idiot who rips my friends and then asks for pimpage on the Tao. Just another vulture who wants to exploit me.
The Attention Whore: Did your mommy and daddy not hug you enough? Or we're you their little princess who got too much attention and needs validation every five seconds of the day? I'm sorry, but the pressbox is not a place for you and your friends to hang out and decide which poker pro is cuter, Erick Lindgren or Patrik Antonius. Please leave immediately. Some of us have real work to do.
By Pauly
Las Vegas, NV
People make or break a situation. I always said that the worst of jobs could be tolerable as long as you had people with you who were entertaining and had a sense of humor. You can be in the most beautiful place in the world, yet it takes just one douchebag to ruin it for you. On the contrary, you can be in a shitty situation, but one person can definitely make the difference.
People. For me it's about the people around you who will determine the vibe of your situation. That's why it is always important to be around with positive emotions, positive energy, and positive intentions. Someone like me feeds off a situation. If everything around me is dark and miserable, I usually sink deep and things get ugly. That's why I always lose my shit in Las Vegas. It's a very ugly place and it transforms even the most sane and well adjusted person into a psychopath. You can only imagine what it does to people who are already fucked in the head.
I have been doing my best to avoid negative things and situations. That includes people. However, sometimes they are unavoidable, especially at a massive event like the World Series of Poker.
Here are a few character profiles of the people I have to deal with on a daily basis...
The Wanna-be Poker Pro: This guy is one of the most annoying in the room. Sure, you have to be confident to succeed in poker, but bragging about your exploits makes me cringe. I don't give a rats ass about who you crushed or how much you won. Showing me your wad won't impress me. What I do care about is how you sound like a fifteen-year old girl when you run into a little bad luck or won't take responsibility for your own actions. Yeah pal, even the top tiered players in the world make mistakes but for some reason, you think that you never make one and the everyone else in poker is inferior to your astute ability. You'll never make it in Las Vegas and especially in poker. I see dozens of douchebags like you who move to Las Vegas every week chasing the dream. They end up humping a shitty casino job because they are too embarrassed to go back home and do some honest work. So please leave me alone and let me do my job. And no, I won't give you any extra special coverage because the last thing I want to do is fluff up another asshole in poker. Just another vulture who wants to exploit me.
The Lazy Worker: There are a bunch of these running around the Rio. The faux journalists don't do any research and they leech off of the hard work of others. They are here to party first and work second. They stay up late, come in hung over, and then steal my shit or stuff my friends wrote. Hey, guess what? I party my ass off and sacrifice sleep to get my work done. That's what professionals do. Yeah, the scensters drive me nuts and are only here for superficial reasons.
One of them blatantly stole from Nicky a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes I feel sorry for the talentless hacks who have zero talent and have to shoot angles just to get paid. They are only in poker because they can't get jobs anywhere else. I should know, because I'm definitely one of those! But then again, I fuck with these retards too, sort of my way of seeking out revenge on the lazy oafs. They constantly ask me for info and then publish what I say (almost verbatim) and I don't get any source credit. Or they simply lift shit I write on Tao of Poker and try to pass it off as their own work. So when they ask me for info on a specific tournament or a bit of gossip, I give them false information. One person called me out on it the other day and I laughed. I told them if they did just three seconds of research themselves they would have known that my info was wrong. Next time give me attribution, punk. Just another vulture who wants to exploit me.
The Trasher: This guy loves to go around and trash the stellar work from my colleagues. He's really jealous and a hack and needs to put down others in order to feel better about himself because he knows he's a fraud. The same guy badmouths me behind my back. You don't think my friends tell me you said the things you said? Be a man and tell it to my face next time. Fuckin' tool. This is the same idiot who rips my friends and then asks for pimpage on the Tao. Just another vulture who wants to exploit me.
The Attention Whore: Did your mommy and daddy not hug you enough? Or we're you their little princess who got too much attention and needs validation every five seconds of the day? I'm sorry, but the pressbox is not a place for you and your friends to hang out and decide which poker pro is cuter, Erick Lindgren or Patrik Antonius. Please leave immediately. Some of us have real work to do.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Random Red Rock Canyon Photos
By Pauly
Las Vegas, NV
Friedman and I went for a drive to Red Rock Canyon on Wednesday morning before I went to work. I took a few pics. Here's a sample. You can click on each photo to see a detailed and enlarged view.
You can always view more Red Rock photos. I have a gallery of 41 different photos from Red Rock.
Las Vegas, NV
Friedman and I went for a drive to Red Rock Canyon on Wednesday morning before I went to work. I took a few pics. Here's a sample. You can click on each photo to see a detailed and enlarged view.
You can always view more Red Rock photos. I have a gallery of 41 different photos from Red Rock.
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