Sitting, waiting (, wishing)

Right now I'm sitting right in front of my screen (what a sensation!), waiting for the next WSOP 2006 episodes to be successfully "transferred" to my computer. Last weekend we sit out at the Rieder Wirt, playing hold'em for about three hours before we went to the football match. Afterwards we went to Hafner's, playing it for another three hours. In total, I won 13,5€ this day - not that bad. It's funny, it brings people together and maybe makes you (a little bit) richer. Wonderful occupation. Yesterday in the evening I finished reading my poker book mentioned below. Pure theory, which has to be converted into practical know-how. But that will take a lot of hands played online and on livetables...

Until the WSOP episodes finish, I am listening to the new Mando Diao album with a lot of interesting songtitles like "Welcome home, Luc Robitaille", "Killer Kaczyinski" or "Good Morning, Herr Horst". Pure rock'n roll, whereby I'm glad that I have already attended a concert of the band in November 2006 in Vienna. Really never ever sweated that much like on this evening at the Gasometer. Afterwards I went to a party where some friends of mine already had been. One pal unsuspectingly touched my t-shirt - I had been wearing during the concert I hung over the radiator to get dry - and asked me if it had been raining - well, the answer was no and he was a little bit disgusted then, hehe.

Wishing? Well I wish that my job interview next Friday will be successful and I can start working soon. In the beginning I've been enjoying something like the last holidays in my life pretty much, but lately it gets a bit boring since university starts again and autumn enters central Europe slowly but inevitably. Going back to Salzburg also opens up many possibilities like going to cinema whenever I want to.

Ready to rumble?

Ladies and Gentlemen, prepare your video tape recorders. Tonight unbelievable live standup comedy is broadcasted by ORF 1 at 22:30 PM. In detail, Mr. Hojac (=Westenthaler) will fight the Battle of Words (gestures, obscenities and lies) against Mr. "HC-Man" Strache. BZÖ against FPÖ. Orange against blue. Right wing against extreme right wing. Former party colleagues against each other. Who still cares about Tyson against Foreman, Celtic against Rangers, Yankees against Red Sox?





HC-Man. Almost as legendary as Superman






Normally I'm not that very actively interested in politics, but bizarre encounters like these have to be watched and discussed later on. The upcoming vote on the 1st of October will not be a revolution within Austrian politics, if you ask me today. SPÖ will rally behind ÖVP, the Greens will be 3rd and will go to opposition again, FPÖ manages to reach the 5%-hurdle and the BZÖ will be left out of the parliament. Another big coalition again, Schüssel will be chancellor for another four years. So why should we be voting that day anyway? I don't really know.

At least I know what I will be doing that afternoon - preparing myself to endure the torments and tortures caused by the BSE-arena in Wals-Siezenheim. The cans against my SV Ried. Another hard battle. Considering my opinion, the more interesting that day. At least, the result will be as clear and obvious as the other one. Unfortunately.






Panic at the disco...