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Busy Little Bees…

…in which I talk about not only my hectic life, but the great achievements of my little one.

IMG_7856So even though we were on vacation last week, I feel like things have been crazy all over. With the very appreciated assistance of Angela, we flew out to Indiana Thursday to visit my brother and his micro family. We had a great time. My parents were in town to visit for the first few days, so it was nice to see everyone all at once. We got to go to Christy’s mom’s house for a nice Independence Day “meat and munitions extravaganza,” which was really fun and I got, what I think, are some really good fireworks photos (though, I’ve kind of decided most fireworks photos all look pretty much the same). All told, however, we had a good time. We ate good food, got out and walked around, shopped, relaxed, helped with errands and chores.

Ansel was pretty darned good on both flights. He wasn’t quite as good as he was when he was only 3 months old, but he was still a good kid and handled the flight well. He still had people complimenting him at the end of the flight, saying he was a very good baby on the airplane.


He’s learned so much in the past couple of weeks, its pretty overwhelming. In the past two weeks, he’s learned to pull himself up from sitting to standing, he’s learned to walk with us holding his hands; he’s learned to clap, wave, and high five; he’s started playing the “drop it” game and the “throw it” game (but I’d sure love for him to figure out the “put it down gently” game); he’s added another “word” to his vocabulary (he now says “ggg,” “dah,” “bah,” “bwa,” and “doo”). We expect him to be cruising soon as he’s got the pull-up thing going, and the “one foot in front of the other” thing down pat. He’s so cute and wonderful and smart. I understand, now, how people say your life changes so much with a child. I know everyone else’s child is equally special, but our is definitely the best baby in the world!


When we got home from our trip, we realized how much nicer it is to clean your house before you leave. Our house was a stye and neither of us has had any time to clean up at all since getting back from the trip. Its driving us both crazy. We’re hoping to get at least the living room picked up and the dining room a little tidier before people come over for the movie tonight. Heck, I vacuumed almost as soon as we got home because there was so much dog hair on the floor I almost didn’t want to put Ansel down. It also didn’t help that one of our cats decided to puke all over the house while we were gone. Thank god “Urinal Cat” was being boarded and we didn’t have to worry about that at all.


And finally, big wonderful thanks to Angela and Matt for taking care of the animals and giving us rides to and from the airport. You guys are great and there’s no way we can ever balance out the karma. No one should ever be expected to clean up chicken carcasses when dog-sitting!


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In the Summertime…

…in which I talk about time passing, distractions, and the current state of my life.

So this summer is slipping by without me even half noticing. I keep waiting for summer to “start” when I stop and realize that its already half over. Sure, we still have July and August left, but still, we’re a lot further along that I’m giving the season credit for. I keep thinking about things I need to get done and tell myself “I’ll take care of that when summer really hits.” I’m supposed to be making up the two incompletes on my transcript, and I do a lot of noodling about that, but again I think “I still have time, no rush…” but the truth of the matter is that time is quickly drifting away and before I know it, I’ll be “saving money” by not enrolling in class and instead making up the incompletes I failed to take care of over the summer.

I also look around the house and yard and think about the things I need to be doing there (which may, in fact, be a photo project I work on) and I feel like I can take care of them any time. Its just rough with the full time job and the baby to take care of all that other stuff. Heather and I both get up around 6:30 so that we can get ourselves and Ansel ready for the day, then we head off to work, via daycare, only to stay at work until 5:00. By 8:00 (on a good day), Ansel is finally asleep for a couple of hours and we could take care of things around the house, but by then, we’re both exhausted with work and baby wrangling, and neither one of us has any interest in doing anything more than maintaining a comfortable horizontal position and trying to not pass out so early that we feel elderly.

So we wait for the weekends to make up for all the crap we’re not doing every evening, but then we either try to spend time with friends or we just relax (or go shopping) and end up not doing the things we’ve been putting off anyway. And even when we do get into a mood to do some work around the house or yard, it seems like that’s a day where Ansel is super clingy so one or the other of us has to take care of him the whole time, which kind of breaks into the streak a little bit.

And then, of course, there’s the Xbox. The best, and most devastating purchase I’ve made in the past several years. It is such an attractive way to blow away a few hours. Damn you Xbox, I’ll love you straight to hell.


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Bonsai!

…in which I talk about fatherhood and responsibilities and wasting time and all that crap.

So Father’s Day was this past Sunday, my first. Heather, sweetest thing, got me a bonsai tree which I’ve been wanting for a long time. Now that I have it, though, I’m concerned about its health and well being. I’ve never been a very green thumb kind of person and it turns out that bonsai require a lot of attention. I certainly hope I don’t kill it.

Heather suggested that it come live with me at work for two reasons. For one, I spend more waking hours at work than I do at home. This is a very saddening fact of life, but it seems to be a fact for more people than not. Secondly, it will get a lot more light up here than it will at home, and bonsai need a lot of light for their frail little structures.

Edit (6-25-08): I had started this post and then completely forgotten about it, so I’ll just post it and try to start a new one today or tomorrow. I really need to get back on schedule.


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Am I awake or is this all just a dream…

…in which I talk about the occasional surreal phenomenon of parenthood.

Ansel was born very early in the morning, and subsequently, I was up until a ridiculous hour with him and Heather just reveling in his existence. I think I finally got to bed around 4:30 am after everything was said and done. When I woke up the next morning, around 7 or 8, I was obviously a little groggy. Strangely enough, while I accepted the fact that I gad been asleep on the least comfortable cot I’ve ever had the displeasure of pressing flesh to, I wasn’t completely aware of the circumstances of my being there. I could see Heather in the bed next to me, and I could see the bassinet at the foot of said bed, but my mind was incapable of putting it all together. I couldn’t figure out how we had gotten there or why. I tried to piece together all the events that had led up to that morning, including the nine months of pregnancy. All of it was very improbable in my waking mind and I actually had to consciously rebuild the last two thirds of my year.

In time, I woke up enough and reached out and picked up Ansel and things started to fall back into place. My mind was able to make sense of the whirlwind that seemed like such a long time when we trudged day to day through Heather’s pregnancy, but now that he Ansel was born, seemed like a brief spark of time. Every now and then, I’ll find myself on the couch, looking at Ansel sitting in his excersaucer, or swinging in his swing, and I will have that same moment of confusion. “How did I get here? When did this all of this happen? Where did he come from?” Its usually a brief flash of a moment, like that tickle just before you sneeze, and then, like a sneeze, my brain kicks back in and I remember every amazing and exciting moment that led to the point that I’m at.

I actually hope that these brief “blackouts” will continue because they give me a moment to reflect on how great Ansel is.


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The Karate Kid had some Kick-Ass Music…

…in which I talk about kicking some ass at work and failing at life.

So the last couple of days I’ve pulled off some really good moves at work. I finished an experimental projects with the Design Department today and its a roaring success. Yesterday, I was able to recode some web stuff flawlessly and simultaneously purge a particularly nasty virus from a laptop. I’m still not on top of everything here, but I’m knocking some big stuff down. The next big project is an overwhelming one. Next week I get to inventory every computer we have in the school. I usually do that during Spring Break, but with us getting ready for the server migration that didn’t happen, I didn’t have the chance to do it. Now we’re down to the wire, which hasn’t happened in a few years with the inventory and I’m sweating it a little bit. I’m sure it will all come off without a hitch, but that doesn’t mean I’m not still thinking about it.

On the home front, however, guilt has been building a bit since I got the Xbox. Not guilt over buying the Xbox, not at all. I’m totally cool with that. However, my obsessive personality does kind of kick in once in a while and I’ve been playing the Xbox quite a bit lately. I try to be the good husband/father and make sure that everything that needs taking care of around the house has been taken care of, but also, my idea of necessary tasks has always been more relaxed than Heather’s. I actually surprised her on Tuesday by actually doing some laundry and dishes while she was out and I was taking care of Ansel, alone. I think she was mostly surprised because when she came home, I was just sitting in front of the TV, playing Crackdown, drinking a beer. I looked like I must have been there the whole night, but Ansel was fed and asleep and the dishes and diapers were all clean. I have mixed feelings about that, though. I love to surprise her and make her feel loved by doing things around the house for her, but at the same time, she apparently has such low expectations, it doesn’t take much to meet her approval.

As far as photography is concerned, however, I’ve still not gotten any further in doing any actual photo projects. I had some ideas the other day, but I haven’t played with them at all. I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to implement my ideas, even though I should just be doing it. My mind is having a hard time wrapping around some of the things I want to photograph, plus I have a permanent paranoia that I’m just going to start doing something that other people have already done and will never find a way to make it “mine.” I know I shouldn’t concern myself with it and should just produce something, but I’ve been so self-loathing yesterday (in every aspect except work, apparently). I’m more concerned about what’s going to happen when I’m expected to actually participate in class again and I have to make up the two incompletes I’ve received as grades during my “relaxed” period. Ugh. I feel like I’m in an educational hole that I no longer even care about.


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In the Tree Top…

…in which I talk about babies and eyes (but not writing because I ran out of time to finish my entry).

So last night was my first real solo attempt at putting Ansel to bed. Every night before this has been either a tag team effort or a solo effort on Heather’s part. Now this isn’t that big of an injustice, as until recently, we only really put Ansel to bed by either dropping him in his swing and letting him rock the night away, or by Heather nursing him to sleep in bed beside her (a task I am gender challenged to perform). But lately we’ve been trying to change some of his sleep habits and as a result, I decided to use the night alone with him to really work on some bedtime practices. I’ve found that when we are both tending to him, we are less able to just leave him to cry, we end up feeling bad both for him and for each other, so he gets rescued much faster. I figured with Heather out of the house, I could “man up” and just let him cry a bit. Turns out, I’m almost as much a sucker as Heather is.

We fed him, changed him and Heather went on her way to the grocery store. It was about his bedtime and he was looking mighty drowsy if I may say so, so I set about putting him to bed in his play yard. I laid him down and started reading to him one of his two most often read books, “Harry the Dirty Dog” by Gene Zion, illustrated by Margaret Bloy Graham. Well, about two pages in, he decided that my voice and Gene’s story were just not entertaining enough to simply lay on his back and be calm, and thus the crying began. After I finished the story, I tried a bit more to console him and then decided I might allow him to nurse himself to sleep so long as he stays on his back in his play yard. So I made up a quick 2oz bottle, all the while juggling him and fighting off the pesterful cat who was impatiently awaiting his dinner. Once I got the bottle made up and the baby back in his play yard, I teased him with the bottle until he realized it was, in fact, not a finger or a pacifier and he sucked on that thing like it was an oxygen hose and he was at the bottom of the Atlantic. He drank down those 2oz in record time and as the last of it trickled away, I stood ready with a pacifier to quickly take the place of the bottle nipple. That ended up being a not so smart idea. He’s more savvy to the pacifier than one might think for being only five months old and he was immediately displeased.

Realizing at this point that he was genuinely hungry, I picked him up and we went back into the kitchen, fought the cat, juggled bottles and babies and poured up a second 2oz bottle. Dropped the baby back in the play yard and stuck the bottle in his mouth. This time he actually started slowing after the first ounce, so I grabbed his stuffed elephant and wrapped his arms around it. As he finished the bottle, he kind of just let go of it and drifted off. I thought I was in nirvana! He was asleep in his dreaded play yard, hugging his elephant, snoring away to the music we put together for him. I was just about to plop down on the couch and get some serious reading done when Heather texted from the grocery store, reminding me that I was to be making dinner that night.

Twenty minutes into dinner, after having already run out of onions, brown sugar, and cooking oil; the baby awakened with, at first, grumpy little grunts, and then screams of loss and abandon. I hadn’t even gotten dinner into the oven yet. I ran in to try and comfort him, but if there’s anything Heather and I have learned over the last five months, its that our baby cannot be comforted without being picked up, and that any amount of comfort he gains from being picked up, is immediately shattered upon being put back down. Regardless, I talked to him a bit, patted him on the back, kissed him and whispered sweet words of comfort into his ear, and then ran back into the kitchen to finish getting dinner into the oven whilst he screamed in the next room. Heather finally came home while I was ass over elbows, head down in the play yard, my lips to his ears, trying everything I could to sooth him without picking him up. My evening did not, necessarily go downhill from that point, but it certainly never picked up.


All that aside, I finally got a chance to get to the optometrist today to get my prescription checked against the old good prescription and the transient bad glasses. Turns out wearing the wrong prescription for a year has been a bad thing and my eyes have gotten worse as a result. I explained the now somewhat comical situation to him and he went ahead and did the exam. Turns out that I now need glasses that are a bit stronger than what was prescribed to me last time, though they are weaker than the glasses I’ve been wearing for the last year. So damage has been done, but its not as severe as it could be. Heck it could probably be chalked up age wearing on my eyes. Either way, I took the prescription back over to Eyemaster and will be getting yet another pair of lenses for my glasses (for those keeping track, this is the third left lens and the fourth right lens). Here’s hoping that I’ll finally be able to see for an entire day with them.


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I’m supposed to be reconciling my Purchasing Card for work, but that’s one of my least favorite activities – so I’m stalling.

Anyway, just in case you can’t hear or didn’t listen to the last phone post, Movie Night is on this Friday and we’ll be watching 50 First Dates. Now contrary to popular belief, this is not really an Adam Sandler movie, so please, if you are hesitant to come, I would encourage you to come anyway because this movie is really cute. I showed it to my parents and I wouldn’t really do that with any other Adam Sandler movie. Anyway, if you do decide to show up, its in the normal place at the normal time, and we’ll be watching the normal TV this time around (sorry no 89 inch projection this time around).


I lost my red notebook. It has all the notes for what I need to do to start fixing my novel. I have been wanting to work on my novel some more, but aside from not really having the time yet, I can’t find my notes, so I’m at a bit of a standstill. Please, if you see my red notebook, please let me know.


This past weekend was a bit better than expected, to be honest. Before heading out of town, we filled up on gas and stopped by the Kroger to get Wine and Beer. People look at you funny when you buy two bottles of wine and a 12-pack of beer at 8 in the morning. We drove 8 hours up to Memphis (West Memphis to be exact – my grandparents moved out of the city when FedEx tried to block out the sun) and spent the evening with Jeremy, Christy, Mom, Dad, Nony (my grandmother) and Grandpa. We laughed a lot and drank a lot and generally had a good time. Truthfully, that’s the family reunion I was most looking forward to. Heather was apparently either very bored or very stressed because she drank all but two inches of the first bottle of wine – more than I’ve ever seen her drink in a sitting. I mentioned that I had brought my Geocaching equipment and that we could go out and do a cache or two in our free time on Saturday. When I first started talking about it, my Grandfather seemed genuinely interested, but when I started talking about The Bell Witch, I think he became very confused and somewhat addled.

At any rate, around ten, Heather, Cristy, Jeremy, and myself headed out to the mystery hotel. No one had ever stayed there and Nony just kind of picked it out of a hat. First off, they wouldn’t use the credit card with which the room had been reserved, so I had to bust out the credit card of my own to get the room. When we got to the rooms, they were, uh, functional. I kind of get the impression they’re fixing the place up, but we caught them mid way. The exterior was a mix of fresh stucco and rotten concrete. The main room looked nice, though half of the lights didn’t work. The bathroom on the other hand, while it didn’t look unsanitary, wasn’t necesarily inviting either.

Either way, we crashed out about midnight, resting up for the “festivities” of the following day. My night’s rest was not as complete as I could have wanted as something in my intestines decided it needed out very badly and I spent the entire night getting up every two hours to go to the uninviting bathroom. Without going into too much detail, by morning, I’d gotten up 5 times, gotten a lot of reading done, and was genuinely tired of pooping. I was fairly certain I was doing better when we headed out to find breakfast in this one horse town in Arkansas. After much deliberation (and our first visit to Wa-lMart on this trip), we finally decided to eat at Shoney’s. They had a breakfast buffet on until 2:00 so we had our run of the place. I ate too much grease and regretted it a bit after my nocturnal adventures the night before. We had a 2 hour drive down to Enid and that passed relatively uneventfully. Along the way, I learned that toilets in Mississippi have no locks, bought a lot of bottled water to help flush out my system and rode out the rest of the trip in relative comfort.

We got to the hotel about two hours ahead of time so we decided to actually do one of the Geocaches. Jeremy and Christy had never done one, so when I told Jeremy it was 5 miles “that-a-way” he was understandably confused. We drove around for a half an hour or so until we finally found the set of trails that the cache was hidden within and got to get out of the car. It went really well for having no idea where anything was and really just following an arrow to get where we were going. Christy took a puzzle from the cache and we replaced it with a matchbox car and a glasses case. She got really excited about the prospects of using Geocaching in her Science labs at school and even said she was going to write a grant to get it added to her curriculums. I’m looking forward to hearing more about that. We looked at the time and realize we still had over an hour before we had to be back at the hotel, so we headed off to find another cache but it was constantly just out of reach. No matter what lake road we went down, when we hit a dead end at the water, the beacon told us it was a little further to the east. We finally had to give up and head back to the hotel.

That night we went to a burger cookout at Enid lake for all the people who showed up the day before the reunion. Good food. I got to hang out with my cousins Cody and Bridgit. They’ve grown into very cool and interesting people. I wish we had more time to talk and hang out, but we at least got to chat with Cody a lot. Bridgit was constantly off talking to other people (when she wasn’t biting me or giving me wet willies that is). We got kinda bored after a while and Cody was obviously bored, so we offered to give him a ride back to the hotel and let him hang out in our room and watch TV, but he seemed a bit reluctant. We didn’t push the issue, which probably was for the best when as the evening got on. I was still pretty confident I’d beaten whatever had kept me up the night before – until I had just about finished dinner and my guts started tying themselves into knots. I finally had to have Jeremy rush us back to the hotel (I’d heard bad things about the bathrooms at the lake) and dump me out of the car at the door to the room while they went back to Wal-Mart (the second visit) to get me some happy pink stuff. It turned out that pretty much everyone had given up on the cookout around the same time we had and by the time I was feeling better, we were able to go up and spend some time in my parents room. I did feel a little bad because apparently Heather, Mom, and I all watched a lot of the same TV this past season, so we talked about that a whole lot, which left Jeremy and Christy out of the conversation. There was just some really good TV on this past season, what can I say?

The next night went well, I think I only got up once. The next day we headed out for the official reunion which was fun while being too long and too short at the same time. Again, Cody was pretty bored so it ended up being six of us sititng at a table as “outsiders” for the most part – Jeremy, Christy, Heather, Dad, Cody and myself. We talked and joked a lot, but mostly just grumbled about not knowing anyone and being bored. Dad did mention that he was feeling about like I sounded the day before, and I did see him head up the hill toward the bathrooms quite a few times. I don’t know what hit us, but it wasn’t the best time or place to do so. At one point, Mom insisted that I show her my tattoo. She said it wasn’t pretty – I wasn’t exactly sure how to take that comment. My grandfather, when he found out about it, gave me the same look as he did when I had been talking about the Bell Witch two days earlier. Eventually, my, uh, cousin? uncle? this guy I’m related to brought out the skiboat and I really debated going water skiing. I don’t get many opportunities to do so, and I really enjoy it – besides, the last time he tried to pull me, I never got my ballance, so I kind of wanted to prove myself. In the end, it was too late to do it and I decided that next time I would definitely go skiing. That evening we drove back to West Memphis, drank some more, ate leftovers and finally said our goodbyes. I almost forgot to return my family slides on the way out (we’d been in Jeremy’s car since Friday evening, so I hadn’t even thought of them), but luckilly I noticed them when I started packing our car back up in the driveway.

One more night in the mystery hotel and we were on the way home the next morning. We got about 150 miles in when the Check Engine light came on. Heather nosed around in the manual and decided it wasn’t as bad as if it was flashing, but we still looked up where the nearest dealership was. We found one in Little Rock and made a bit of a detour to get to it. It took them about an hour to fix the car but it was all waranteed so we didn’t have to pay anything. It would have been nice if we were in walking distance of any place to eat (other than a Kroger) since we were there around lunch and stuck not travelling. At least that way, we could have condensed our time off the road. I did get to see the new Subaru Tribeca. Its a luxury car alright – no doubts about it. I decided that if I was forced to get an SUV, it’d be the Tribeca (not the Murano as I had initially intended). I also got to see the new bed cover for the 2005 Baja. It was not big thrills. We skipped lunch (since we were forced to stop for repairs) and got home around 5:30. All in all, it was a good trip and I feel like the driving was worth it. Mom said she’s going to send us a refund for the one night in the hotel that I had to pay for, as well as gas money, so that makes it even more worth while.


Yesterday, my brother called me. It turns out that after talking about WoW while we were up there, he’s got an itch to try it out. If you have a 10 day free pass, I can hook him up with that so he can decide if it’s better than EQ2.

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So Thanksgiving was this past week. We ate turkey and called it dinner, I guess that counts.

We went to Heather’s parents’ house for Thanksgiving. I’m not overly fond of visiting her parents, but we do so anyway. It’s about a 5 hour drive up there, we make it in just under 5 hours. She lives in the panhandle where there’s nothing to break the horrizon for miles and the wind blows 90mph year round. bleh. Wednesday night was sandwiches which were pretty good, although they were on cheap ass, stick to the roof of your mouth like a dental mold bread. I got to meet Doug and Kay, who are Heather’s parent’s friends from Australia. They were really cool, though more talkative than I am. Means I get to sit and listen a lot while saying a lot of “wow,” “yeah,” mmhmm,” and “really.” They had some pretty cool stories though, most of all, don’t speed in Australia.

Thursday was Thanksgiving. Heather slept almost all day, which she is want to do on vacation. Unfortunately, since I get up pretty early (okay 9:00) even on weekends and vacations, that leaves me to do more “uh-huh-ing” with Heather’s family. The really big downer is, where I don’t really watch sports at all, Heather’s family switches from one sporting event to another constantly all day. If the TV is on, it’s on Sports. So I have to suffer, pretending to care about what they talk about, watching shit I don’t want to watch. I played some games with Brandon and started reading Vishvakarman‘s novel. Dinner was okay. The turkey, regardless of how good Bill cooks from time to time, was dry and kind of bland. Everything else was good. It’d be nice to have a real, home made pie once in a while, but store bought is fine. I just love PIE.

We managed to wrestle in a watching of The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, Extended Edition after “second dinner” which was nice. Though we had to ride the volume much like the first night when we watched Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life. Heather’s mom has this thing about the volume and it has to be below a certain level, which the action sequences are always above and dialgue is always below, so we have to ride the volume to hear what’s going on but not annoy her mother. Sheesh. Then again, they’re rattling the dominoes so loud that even then, we can’t really hear.

Friday was Heather’s Birthday and that brought about everyone leaving the house for Black Friday. Heather and I got to stay behind and watch The Hulk and Harry Potter: The Chamber of Secrets at any volume we wanted. Ah, blissful freedom. We had a pretty damn good ham that night for dinner. Bill redeemed himself from the Turkey the night before.

Saturday, after a lot of conversation, we finally pulled ourselves away and made our 5 hour journey in 4½ hours. Only 30 minutes longer than Brandon. 😉

When we got home, we really got our vacation, we went out to dinner, we curled up and watched a movie, we really enjoyed the end of our trip.


All in all, it was a good vacation, too short and not necesarily with the people I’d most wanted to spend it with, but still, better than some. I got to see a good number of movies for free and was able to read all of Vish’s novel, which, in my opinion, definitely didn’t suck.

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I’m tired and I want to go home but I’m here at the lab waiting for a bunch of documents to print out. I told someone I’d print some images for them and the printer is being really bitchy tonight. I don’t know why, probably because I want to go home. fucky.

Anyway, I succombed to the Magic urge again today. Yesterday, Nick and I started talking about CCGs. Wait. lets start earlier than that. Corwin75Steve tells me he’s been shopping on eBay for Netrunner cards. We’ve played a few times over the years, usually 6+ months between games, but enough to remember how to play the next time we get the urge. He decides they’re cheap as fuck on eBay and would pick up a few of his own for the next time we decide to have a game. That gets me to busting out the Netrunner cards. We play a game, okay, actually Nick and I play a game with Steve coaching. I start thinking about how much time I spent and how much fun I had playing Magic. A few years back we did a sealed deck thing where a bunch of us bought one starter deck of cards and we played for ante. You heard me right, we risked our hard bought cards on each game. We did no deck adjusting, no culling, straight out of the box. It was just for fun, no caring about our cards, no bullshit about rarity or value. It’s a damn game, and that was the attitude we were playing with. We had a blast. To be honest, that’s how my first months of Magic were back in ’93.

So every now and then I think back to the cheap days of Magic, when we didn’t drool over the best cards in the game, we didn’t lust after rares, we just played cards, and all cards were equal in the eyes of the ante. I lost the only Shiivan Dragon that way. It was a woop ass card that I never replaced.


Anyway, back to my story at hand. Nick, Steve and I are playing Netrunner and I start thinking about those glory days and our successful reinactment of them years later. I decide it’s time to do it again. Nick’s on board, my nephew Brandon is totally in it (he still plays Magic with all the bullshit), my brother say’s he’ll play, but he doesn’t have money for cards. I front him the cash. I had an Aberrant game last night, so I didnt’ get to go shopping, but Nick looked everywhere for decks and couldn’t find any “starters.” I’m perplexed and confused by this, so today I went to the one place I was sure I’d be able to find a starter. When I get there all they have are Theme Decks and Tournament Decks (remember, it’s been a long time since I’ve played or bought cards for all you back talkers out there). I finally figured out that Starter Decks are now called Tournament Decks and they come with 15 more cards then they used to. No book though (boo). As an aside, can someone tell me if the two player starter package has randomly generated decks? and if so, how many cards are in it? That’s driving me crazy because it doesn’t say what’s really included anywhere on the package or on the website.

So, I have this new deck of Onslaught cards that do all kinds of fucked up things with creatures, and Nick and my brother have these Mirrodin decks that are all artifacts. I don’t know when we’ll start playing, but if you’re in Denton, and want to play Magic without the bullshit, here are the rules we’re following:

  • you may only buy one deck of cards, a starter, preferably a 75 card Tourney deck.
  • you may not trade cards, nor may you add cards to your deck that are gained through any means other than ante
  • you may edit your deck down to 60 cards, no less. The extra cards are yours and you cannot ante from them.
  • you must play for ante, and you must not whine if you lose a good card.
  • if your deck drops below 45 cards, you must add to it by either:
    • using cards you trimmed from your original 75, or
    • buying one booster pack to bring you back up to playable levels. This is the only time you may purchase cards beyond the starter deck
  • you must play for fun, and have fun playing. Oh, and don’t bring any bullshit to the table, I played that game once, I don’t need it again.

So, yeah, I bet ErezethJeremy and I will break out a game or two tonight. I expect to have some more artifacts in my deck before the night is out.

damn printer.