3) A commercial for a grocery chain where they say "wonderful" five times.
I'm checking out Rogue One this Wednesday, there's a 70mm IMAX presentation running in Indianapolis. They had the same setup last year for The Force Awakens and it was amazing. Well worth the trip.
1) An old sculpture I did that was part of my Foriysian Morality Play.
The two heads share one body, yet don't get along. They fight, tear themselves apart (figuratively and literally), realize they need each other, then reconcile by stitching themselves back together (figuratively and literally).
2) A Modern "Sun and Moon" deck still under construction that I hope to finish tonight and play at Tuesday Night Modern.
@Manders: The NES Classics have been trickling in very slowly: only got 7 in our initial shipment and had two other days where we only received 2. If you really want to snag one the best bet is to pick your favorite store, learn their truck schedule, and make sure you're first in line when they open for business. Lines can form for these things hours before the doors open meaning if any arrive they'll pretty much sell out immediately.
...Or you can skip the lines and pay some toy scalper $200+ online. Either way, best of luck in your NES endeavors.
@Stardust: Alright, I guess. Not much has changed, working the same retail job I've had for practically my entire adult life. Fourth quarter is always interesting/ stressful, especially in the electronics department. The NES Classic is #1 with a bullet this holiday season, mainly due to modern society's insatiable hunger for member berries and Nintendo's grand idea of selling scarcity. Those stupid Hatchimal things would be a close 2nd.
In my spare time I've been enjoying my LGS's recent offering of Tuesday Night Modern. Mainly playing Abzan, but tried out Mono Black Devotion tonight. I admittedly slapped it together so it wasn't as polished as it could have been. Handily beat Skred Red, lost horribly to Infect TWICE (guy in my second Infect match up had two Spell Pierces for both of my Geth's Verdicts! ), and got a bye in the last round. Sorting out some of the commons boxes helped quell the unholy rage instilled by aforementioned matchups.
Aside from that, I had a great time ! So how are things for you?
@Snake:Which song - the Mariah Carey or the Hippopotamus?
The dimly lit path leads out of the sewage system into a rot farm. The denizens of this Undercity community are hard at work utilizing the upper world's waste product as fertilizer for their abundant crops. Humans, elves, and even the occasional zombie gleefully take up their garden implement of choice and work the funky yet abudant land. Dressed in clothing painstakingly craftex from repurposed fibers and adorned with various flowers, the farmers reap and sow their crops with pride. All the while, anachronistic "hippie" music is piped out of the speakers affixed to the tops of their mud brick dwellings.
Mortar Butler and Poultice Maid show signs of discomfort, rubbing their exposed hands and limbs in an effort to warm themselves. Their figures fade into the darkness, but Mildred's amber eyes begin to glow. The object of her disgust is now the frozen flame cradled in Alexzander's hand.
Mildred: "What are you trying to accomplish with...that?"
Mildred: "Most mannerly of you, Veloci Butler. Would you hold this for me?"
She hands "Georbly" her parasol, which is considerably heavier than it looks. Instead of a functional umbrella made from fabric and metal, it is in fact a solid mass of marble carved to resemble a parasol.
With Mortar Butler ready to catch her, Mildred drops down the portal and lands in a dank dimly lit tunnel, made even darker and colder thanks to Alexzander's paradoxical flame. A poorly maintained but dry walkway buffets a rolling river of sewage...which unsurprisingly reeks of things better left unsaid.
George: "Whoa, you look just like me. Freaky. Thanks, Whimbly, I'll totally get you back. Wish me luck."
George zips down the dark corridor while his squadmates are preoccupied. Mortar Butler struggles with the grate but eventually gets it open. He slides through the portal followed by Poultice Maid. Mildred eyes the sewer entrance with trepidation.
Mildred: "Wading through the muck is so undignified. I suspect Mr. Coatcheck will have his work cut out for him when he launders our garments later."
It's hard for me to pick just one, but I'd say one of my favorite creatures is Tidehollow Sculler. This guy provides real value: information, hand disruption, and an early attacker all for the low price of WB. Plus the temporary confiscation of my opponent's card jut oozes with flavor; Scully sits on their card and dares them to try and take it back.
flavor; Scully sits on their card and dares them to try and take it back.
2) A Christmas tree adorned with black and white portraits.
3) A feeling that most of [The Crafters] are too busy to post here.
2) A tall bowl rimmed with hanging candy canes.
3) A commercial for a grocery chain where they say "wonderful" five times.
I'm checking out Rogue One this Wednesday, there's a 70mm IMAX presentation running in Indianapolis. They had the same setup last year for The Force Awakens and it was amazing. Well worth the trip.
2) A Modern "Sun and Moon" deck still under construction that I hope to finish tonight and play at Tuesday Night Modern.
3) Seven pairs of shoes
Hmmmm. Metal dice? Sounds intriguing.
I'm pretty sure the vast majority of us are quite busy with the holiday season, I know I am.
By the way,
1. Red tractor
2. Vintage radio
3. Chicken fingers
...Or you can skip the lines and pay some toy scalper $200+ online.
In my spare time I've been enjoying my LGS's recent offering of Tuesday Night Modern. Mainly playing Abzan, but tried out Mono Black Devotion tonight. I admittedly slapped it together so it wasn't as polished as it could have been. Handily beat Skred Red, lost horribly to Infect TWICE (guy in my second Infect match up had two Spell Pierces for both of my Geth's Verdicts! ), and got a bye in the last round. Sorting out some of the commons boxes helped quell the unholy rage instilled by aforementioned matchups.
Aside from that, I had a great time
@Snake: Which song - the Mariah Carey or the Hippopotamus?
Speaking of Christmas songs getting stuck in heads:
[The Crafters] want a Phelddagrif for Christmas. Only a Phelddagrif will do.
And speaking of wish lists, are we still on for the Secret Santa exchange? I haven't heard any updates.
Mildred's glowing eyes narrow in grudging acceptance.
Mildred: "Far from subtle, but the odor has dissipated. Now which way did that filthy urchin go?"
A. Left towards a dimly lit passage.
B. Right towards the darkness.
C. None of the above.
Mortar Butler: "And...c-c-colder?"
Mortar Butler and Poultice Maid show signs of discomfort, rubbing their exposed hands and limbs in an effort to warm themselves. Their figures fade into the darkness, but Mildred's amber eyes begin to glow. The object of her disgust is now the frozen flame cradled in Alexzander's hand.
Mildred: "What are you trying to accomplish with...that?"
She hands "Georbly" her parasol, which is considerably heavier than it looks. Instead of a functional umbrella made from fabric and metal, it is in fact a solid mass of marble carved to resemble a parasol.
With Mortar Butler ready to catch her, Mildred drops down the portal and lands in a dank dimly lit tunnel, made even darker and colder thanks to Alexzander's paradoxical flame. A poorly maintained but dry walkway buffets a rolling river of sewage...which unsurprisingly reeks of things better left unsaid.
Mortar Butler: "Ugh."
Poultice Maid: "Peeyou."
Mildred: "GODS!
*nearly doubles over*
"...So many scents! All so pungent!"
George zips down the dark corridor while his squadmates are preoccupied. Mortar Butler struggles with the grate but eventually gets it open. He slides through the portal followed by Poultice Maid. Mildred eyes the sewer entrance with trepidation.
Mildred: "Wading through the muck is so undignified. I suspect Mr. Coatcheck will have his work cut out for him when he launders our garments later."
A. Enter the Undercity.
B. Goof around some more.
C. "I'm not going in no sewer!"
D. None of the above.