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I spent yesterday with old friends--friends I haven't really hung around with for about a decade. Andrew Debly completed his labour of love bile, Slimepit V. It's a comic book which lambastes his friends. 'Twas hysterically funny, and I hope he decides to put it online. Although a few of the in-jokes would fly over most people's heads, the characters stand on their own and would be accessible to viewers who aren't in the know.
In it, f00 is a vile know-it-all, and I'm a muppet attention slut. Sounds about right, hmm?
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Afterwards, for the first time in years, I played Magic. I was honestly surprised I remembered how to play, but all those years of hardcore tournament play haven't left me. I hadn't realized how much I missed playing the game. I miss working at the comic shop where I was essentially a professional Magic player. I used to play about six hours a day, six days a week, plus interminable hours of deck construction, trading, and research. I was damned good, and did very well in the tournament circuit.
What a geek.
This morning, I heard Scroffy making "the pigeon noise." You know, that beautiful, throaty warbling sound that transcends a mere coo. I've only heard him do it three times before, so I jumped up to look at him. That's when I saw the future, and the future is grim.
Three pigeons stood around Scroffy's dish.
Now, two I could handle, but three means four means twelve means a huge flock means a whole lot of shit!
f00 chased them away.
Scroffy's back now, all by himself.
Bets are open whether or not my balcony turns into a pigeon colony before the month is out.
Now, I'm working on making Christmas presents. I don't have money to buy stuff, but I do have plenty of skills which can be put to use for creating all sorts of nifty things, should people like knickknacks and arty shite. Right now, I'm in the process of creating a series of Christmas tree ornaments. I expect they'll turn out nicely. I have other ideas, too, but some of you should not have any inklings of what I make in order for the surprise factor to kick in! Now, if I can just get all my presents finished before that flu kicks in. f00 awoke struck down with a dreadfully sore throat and partial laryngitis, and my throat is very swollen. Uh oh....
In it, f00 is a vile know-it-all, and I'm a muppet attention slut. Sounds about right, hmm?
Afterwards, for the first time in years, I played Magic. I was honestly surprised I remembered how to play, but all those years of hardcore tournament play haven't left me. I hadn't realized how much I missed playing the game. I miss working at the comic shop where I was essentially a professional Magic player. I used to play about six hours a day, six days a week, plus interminable hours of deck construction, trading, and research. I was damned good, and did very well in the tournament circuit.What a geek.
This morning, I heard Scroffy making "the pigeon noise." You know, that beautiful, throaty warbling sound that transcends a mere coo. I've only heard him do it three times before, so I jumped up to look at him. That's when I saw the future, and the future is grim.
Three pigeons stood around Scroffy's dish.
Now, two I could handle, but three means four means twelve means a huge flock means a whole lot of shit!
f00 chased them away.
Scroffy's back now, all by himself.
Bets are open whether or not my balcony turns into a pigeon colony before the month is out.
Now, I'm working on making Christmas presents. I don't have money to buy stuff, but I do have plenty of skills which can be put to use for creating all sorts of nifty things, should people like knickknacks and arty shite. Right now, I'm in the process of creating a series of Christmas tree ornaments. I expect they'll turn out nicely. I have other ideas, too, but some of you should not have any inklings of what I make in order for the surprise factor to kick in! Now, if I can just get all my presents finished before that flu kicks in. f00 awoke struck down with a dreadfully sore throat and partial laryngitis, and my throat is very swollen. Uh oh....
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Date: 2003-12-15 11:39 am (UTC)From:Thanks for the accolades...
Date: 2003-12-14 06:07 pm (UTC)From: (Anonymous)So thanks go to you, Dave, Mike, Brad, and Julian for being such good sports.
But to me the MOST fun was the card games afterwards. Keeping Dave downtrodden as the asshole and, of course, toppling Julian from power was a joyous event.
Ahh... nothing is more satisfying than looking down on everyone as el Presidente.
=)
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