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An Exciting Life vol 1-7

So, we’ve been watching “Battlestar Galactica” and I gotta tell ya, we just don’t get it. We enjoy it in the sense of “Oh my God is it hot, let’s hide inside with a fan blowing on us and watch TV, what do we have?” “Battlestar Galactica.” “Sigh. Fine.” Which isn’t the reaction you should have to something that was named 2005 series of the year and someone on the iFanboy podcast said that they liked BSG better than “Firefly.” (p.s. Dear sir, get off the crack.) If you’re unfamiliar with the premise, think Terminator. A slave race of robots rose up against humanity and killed all but 47,857 of them who are now looking for a new home since Cylons now control the twelve planets they know of. These 47,857 humans are all aboard spaceships. There are just so many logic inconsistencies. In the first season, it was clear that this was mankind’s last gasp. They had no place to refuel, no place to get more food, whisky, cigars, toilet paper or supplies of any kind. That was an interesting thought

Well, that didn't go as I planned...

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Some Ibuprofen please. Or, in the immortal words of “Juno” : “Ow! Jesus! Ow! fuckity- fuck! Ow!” This year’s Capea didn’t turn out as well as last years. It had its ups and its downs. I am surprised I did not do better. I have been practicing passes in front of the TV when Bullfights are on, and watching intently to see how the cape is held and how they move their feet and all that stuff. We are told the Capea is at a different ranch this year. It is closer and quite a bit different. While still a functioning, actual farm, it also has two bars, dance floor, tables with parasols outside, and shade. Much less bugs dust as well, so that’s good. I get Wendy and I a couple of beers and we wait for them to get organized and release the first bull. And by bull, I mean small female cow. And by small female cow, I mean something with horns that hits like a truck and is meant to hit things like a truck and has evolved to do it very effectively. People finally start to file up to the stands and

Reprint - Gamer Weekend

This is just too much fun not to share. I am combing back articles to be added to the book. This entry will go under the chapter called "Just Funny" which is articles that have very little Maqic but I believe are written well enough to be included. Like this one. (Which will be edited later.) It was a Magic weekend. A very Magic weekend. Hmm, I better amend that to – It was a Gaming Weekend. A very Zog Weekend. Friday morning, Mare and Morganna leave for their very first dog agility competition together. Marilyn has spent the entire winter, spring, and summer, practicing for this. Morganna only has one fault. She doesn’t like crowds. Other than that, Morganna and Mare are flawless, and can win the whole thing. I’m sure of it. They leave for Boston at 8:00 in the morning, and I head off to work. This weekend, I will be home with our other three dogs, and I will be dog sitting for my Mom and Dad. They are going down to Cape Cod for a long weekend. So I have their dog – Beauty

"There is no way you won with Mono Green."

That's what she said to me over drinks the other day. Even though Wendy has only played seven actual games of Magic, she couldn't believe I qualified for the Pro Tour with mono Green. "No way. Really? I have to know how you did that." So, lucky you, "Quest for the Pro Tour II" will be coming your way. That fictional conversation sounded so much funnier when I wrote a little note on my iPhone to announce it that way... Actually, my incredibly supportive girlfriend thinks it's a good idea just to get my name out there as much as possible and liked the results of the poll I did the other day. Which amazed and thrilled me. I have always wanted to write (and by "write" I mean "collect old material into" a second book) but figured, why bother? I'll spend a hundred hours collecting, organizing, checking, polishing, then sell a couple dozen copies and make thirteen dollars and fifty cents for my efforts. It will be a labor of love. You k

Pistons = Thrusting

As promised – all the topics I said I would cover. And I have more, like answering comments, but that will have to be later. Maybe. Don’t want to crit everyone with a wall of text again… Why pistons = thrusting by Wendy. Wendy and I are sitting at the terrace of (translated from the Spanish) “The Ancient King of the Wines.” Oddly enough, I am having a coffee. A tattooed man parks his motorcycle on the sidewalk in front of us, briefly steps inside and then comes back out five minutes later. He is about fifty and looks the part of a man who beat up his step-dad at sixteen, hopped on his bike and never looked back. “That’s a Harley.” “How can you tell?” “Um, 1. Look at that guy, and 2. The sound. Harleys' only have two cylinders. They use an ancient design that creates a loud, distinctive sound. While other manufacturers try to improve their design, making them more quiet and fuel efficient, Harley is more concerned with their unique sound." Wendy knows pretty much everything ab

The Quest for the Pro Tour

(In case you're wondering, the text isn't full justified because THAT'S NO LONGER AN OPTION ON BLOGGER. This software is actually WORSE than it was three years ago when GOOGLE bought it. WTF is wrong with that company? They used to make such great stuff.) Sorry, just started a new advertising campaign and wanted people drawn to this website to see a sample of the book I'm trying to get them to buy. Also, a test to see what I can do with Marilyn's Story as far as marketing. I could explain more, but it's long and an experiment. You would be bored. More rambles to come soon, mostly about my massive comic collection and what to do with it, Ifanboy.com, TV show reviews, why Harley Davidson sucks, how pistons = thrusting according to Wendy and other randomness. For now, the first chapter of The Quest for the Pro Tour, by me, edited by my good friend Chris McMahon. Strangely enough, my father introduced me to Magic. I stopped into Comics & Collectibles, the shop h