5-0 bitches! More soon.
For the record, we have all survived the Atlanta floods of death. I did have a roof leak, however. A.w.e.s.o.m.e.
So on Friday I beat a guy who had a fifth edition Manabarbs in his sideboard. I asked about it because I had never seen the art before, since fifth edition was in my 13-year hiatus. He said he really preferred the old and the new art better, but he had this one around to use as his fourth, and he’d really like to find a foil of the new art around.
Since I had just beaten him, and being the nice guy I was, I offered to trade him a pack-fresh foil Manabarbs from my binder in exchange for his slightly played ancient white-bordered fifth edition one. Foil Manabarbs is worth like a dollar anyway, so why not make someone’s day in an uneven trade?
When I’m trying to correct the capitalization of something in an ID3 tag, don’t continually try to auto-’correct’ it back to the old, improper version no matter what the hell I do. This makes a process that takes less than a second for a touch typist require actual effort.
Dear Apple Software Team: Fuck you. Seriously? Who the hell thought this was useful?
Yesterday afternoon a vote on our mailing list officially christened our Magic team with the moniker “False Demise.” I’m not sure a more appropriate name, or flavor text, exists.

Also, I’m pretty sure no more Magic features will be coming. I just don’t have the urge to write them. I have the urge to write something again, but I’m not sure what yet. Maybe I’ll finally make my long awaited return to fiction? It’s a curious question.
The other possibility is a weekly ‘column’ on my own blog about my personal thoughts. I need some kind of excuse to put fingers to keyboard.
It’s not secret that I’ve been working on a feature about my return to the world of Magic: the Gathering. The Glorious Hobby calls all of its children home at some point; some of us merely resist longer than others. What has been a secret is how hard it has been to put pen to paper. I don’t usually get writer’s block, but I’ve been stuck at the same point. And with each delay there is so much more to cover.
It all started with that bastard Billy Todd, Attorney At Law. Thirteen long years had passed since my last game of Magic when he, of all people, finally managed to bring me back into the fold. It was slow going at first, but since then, oh so much has happened.
I’ve won a Magic 2010 prerelease tournament, I’ve done well in many drafts and tournaments, I’ve bough booster boxes. A whole slew of people have fallen to the urges again. Our weekly meeting at Super Games for the Friday Night Magic tournament has expanded to where we command our own 8-person table. These are all things I want to tell you about.
But I can’t. For some reason, I can’t write it all out, at least as a narrative. So I’m moving my goalposts. I’m going to write mini-stories, slices of life, from these events. At this point I feel that it’s better to get something out than nothing at all. Much as my life story is told on Jux in various out-of-order snippets, so shall the story of my return to Magic be told, with much the same cast of characters.
We’ll see in a day or two if this is any more successful.