So yeah, basically all of my cards that are worth playing with are gone. Alas and woe.
You know what sucks? I miss the mid 1990′s. Ever since the girls reawakened the sleeping giant, it’s been craving some real CCG/CDG action. And except for neo-Magic, which appears to be more kid’s game than anything now, nothing survives.
I didn’t really realize how long it had been. Nine years since I last played Magic. Jeeeeezus.
Graeme has taken over the front page again with all 6 posts, so I am posting this random stuff.
Graeme struck him a heavy blow.
Those librarians envy him his good fortune.
Kenny asked him a question.
That farmer teaches them mathematics.
Those students promise her a delicious dinner.
Travis lent her a lot of money.
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There was a turtle crossing I-575 on my way to work this afternoon. He was about halfway when I went by.
I really hope he made it.
They took my Serra Angels :(
For the record, Pokemon is a hell of a lot like Overpower.
I used to be addicted to CCGs. I was awesome. I went to the regionals. I still have all of my cards (unless Will and Scott really did steal some of my magic cards; I never checked, and if so, I really owed them to them. However, if you still have my Vesuvians…those I’d like back some day ;)
Anyway, so Vivian and Kelley like the Pokemon CCG. And they got Kenny to liking it. So, naturally, I started to play it with them. This resulted in a moment of “it begiiiiiiiiiins!” addiction. I have fewer cards than any of them, and I consistently win already. I’m still hoping to wean them on to Vampire: TES.
One thing is clear: the magic cards lurking in my closet are not to be disturbed. I stopped playing/buying magic cards with Alliances in 1996. To disturb the beast lurking in that closet would be…disasterous. It simply must not be done.
I logged on to WoW for about five minutes tonight.
Yep, I’m cured for the moment. No desire to do much of anything. I just got bored and wanted to try it.
Sighness.
It’s been an exciting time lately. Kenny’s moved back, after all, and such things resulting in partying ev-er-ee-day.
Meanwhile, I’m doing something very un-Graeme like. I’m freaking out and second guessing myself. Grad school is a terrifying thing, you know. There’s only one school in GA I really want to go to, and if I don’t get in there, I’ll have to go away. Go away to a good school of course, but still away.
Away in a year, after Kenny just moved down. It’s frustrating. Sure, it’s not like I’ll be gone forever. It’s not like I won’t come back a lot. But it’s still frustrating that there isn’t a single fucking decent history school in the state of my choice.
I really need to look into schools in the Carolinas and Florida, probably.
This venting courtesy of Discovery International.
BAH! The previous link died; their search function is crappy .
You shouldn’t have to whip out your HTML editor to CONCOCT a working search query link.
Anyway, here you go:
The Rise And Fall Of A Popular Application.