I’m trying to think if there’s anything I hate more than having to do work in an office with a white noise generator running.
I’m trying to think if there’s anything I hate more than having to do work in an office with a white noise generator running.
Testing this whole ping.fm dealiemagigger.
I don’t care that’s she a [redacted], I’d tolerate Ke$ha for a few hours.
Travis IRL: I wonder what these ’20s will be like.
Graeme IRL: I don’t care what they’re like, I’m sleeping with a flapper.
It’s surprising what you can be okay with at one o’clock in the afternoon and be haunted by at one o’clock in the morning.
But come! Let us not speak of serious things I swore to not discuss here until they were firmly dealt with. Let us instead talk of the amount of money sunk into this monstrosity:

Baneslayer, in the upper right corner, is worth a median $50 on her own. There are four of her in the deck. Luminarch, my own personal creation I was playing before this, used her and Elspeth with Day of Judgements to make peasants tremble. This tosses in pretty much every other card in standard worth anything.
I’m playing a very different game than when I was 13, that’s for sure. If we work out the median value of the deck as of the exact instant of this writing, counting only cards worth over $1 as a single, we come up with:
Now, thankfully, that’s not the amount I’ve paid to assemble this, as I’ve been very lucky (or skilled, if you want to give me some credit) lately about getting things before they exploded in value, as well as yanking a few things from packs and trading well. I also sold all my Lotus Cobras while they were $30 each because I hate that card and I knew it’d drop like a stone. If you’re extremely foolish and accept those prices as what you’d get for liquidizing your collection, and you add in my winnings from tournaments, I’m actually pretty close to dead even in money spent on Magic vs money gained. A good chunk of that is squarely on Ms. Walletslayer’s back.
Still, I can’t help but wonder what the 12 year old who was so thrilled to have four Serra Angels would think if he knew that he’d be sleeving up a deck perilously close to being worth four digits a decade and a half later.
And now I’m just begging to be mugged. I need to get a rider on my insurance…
I heard Kalya meowing so I opened the door absent-mindedly to feed her, only to find an opossum three times her size sitting at my feet. He seemed rather nonplussed by the whole thing. My back yard is becoming ridiculous.
I take things other people say out of context so often, I might as well do it to myself now and then:
(11:54:01 AM) Graeme Hefner: There are no brown eyes in my fantasy.
(11:54:13 AM) Kenny Knapke: sure
(11:54:17 AM) Kenny Knapke: give all the serving girls brown eyes
(11:54:29 AM) Graeme Hefner: They all have empty eyesockets
(11:54:35 AM) Graeme Hefner: And see with their horror.
(11:54:44 AM) Kenny Knapke: your fantasies are fucked up
So this was a wasted week. I missed three days of work for my first cold since 07 and I hated every minute of it. The only tangible side benefit was that I got to watch a whole lot of baseball. Convenient division series triple headers! It’s too bad they don’t play in months other than October. They should look into that. The six months of practice before the season starts is a bit much.
So about my previous post: Yes, I won the local pre-release for Zendikar 5-0. I’ve also won my last two 8-man drafts. Apparently I’m on something of a limited streak right now. Constructed, not so much: I found out on Friday that I can’t play Magic on cold medicine. Who knew?
Nashville soon. Right now I can’t wait to get back to work, sad as that sounds. Cabin. Fever.