View From the Bushes

I still play Magic about three times a week during lunch. Since we started here at work, the initial group of three has swelled to five. The new additions have added quite a bit of enjoyment -- it's always great to watch as someone gets excited about the game. Of course, one of the people we added may be too excited. He likes to engage in extensive post-game analysis, though generally only after he loses. "Well, if I had gotten out this card..." That happened today after I beat him. I think it was particularly galling for him because he had knocked me from my starting life of 20 down to 4 when I finally beat him. So it was close, but a lot of games are.

Of course the minute you say, I would have won if... then the conversation immediately devolves into meaningless hypotheticals, which I guess is why it ends up being so annoying. We're starting a new draft tomorrow and since we have five people playing now each person could get their own color. This guy has already decided what color he wants and woe to anyone who tries to draft that same color, which of course immediately makes me want to do it just for spite. But you probably could have guessed that.

I apologize that this particularly entry has been so insipid. Part of the problem is that I'm experiencing a certain degree of post-partum depression. It may be a huge stretch to compare mailing off my open call entry with giving birth, but it's the metaphor I'm going with, so suck it (or complain in the comments). As far as links, nothing jumped out at me, but if you want a true glimpse into the mind of a female World of Warcraft player there's this bit of comedy gold.

Illegitimi Non Carborundum
Ross