If I had to guess I last played Magic: The Gathering in 2005. I went to a card shop (a type of place I spent approximately no time, even then,) to hang out with a friend who was hopelessly addicted to the stuff, and played a pickup game with one of the local card sharks. It went poorly, and I swore off the habit for good. Except every once in a while it manages to get its claws back into me.
If you know who this is, we should be friends. Or enemies. Or frenemies.
I’d like to talk a bit about my favorite Massively Multiplayer Online PvP Game: eBay
In no particular order, an update on various interests and hobbies. Clocks The mantle clock is running strong, but about five minutes fast per day. It uses a balance wheel, which is a particularly fragile and difficult-to-adjust mechanism, so I haven’t taken it down and tried to fix that yet. The grandfather clock is out for repairs with a professional. Again. He thinks he’s found the source of the problem, and intends to publish a youtube video about it.
The grandfather clock is currently haunted. It chimes randomly, often playing only part. The clocksman’s coming out next Sunday to gather the mechanism for repair, but until then I might not be the spookiest thing in my house.
Do the children know of bash.org?
Who cries for bloodninja’s robe and wizard hat?
Who sings the song of hunter2?
Tonight I put frames on approximately 83% of the box of stuff that needs to be framed.
Hanging it all will be a project for another year.
My dream used to be to have no clocks in the house. To be fully untethered from needing to know what time it was. Probably achievable up to a point. Now that I’ve got all these mechanical clocks I really appreciate them from a different perspective. Time is just the beat of life, the ticking never stops. The numbers and meaning we assign them are arbitrary.
Freshly repaired, cleaned, and polished.
The cashiers at Trader Joe’s were positively agog over the novelty of a $10 bill from 1993, which they had never seen before.