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The other day I told Napalm that I need to get him out more. I am starting to worry. Now that he has this new laptop, he doesn't leave the bed so much. I often come home from work to find him sitting up in bed just tapping away. I told him that I'm afraid roots are gonna start growing out of his ass and entangling in the mattress springs.
The next day I came home to see him like this. I just had to fall down laughing. I said well maybe this is one way to be sure your ass doesn't get rooted. The ghostly appendages off to the right are Spodie's feet.
I know that it's probably unethical and unfair, and possibly bad for the game too, to make cards for 1kBWC when there isn't actually a session on. But now that the deck (and my brain) has started going, there are so many ideas now! I am struggling to restrain myself and, frankly, I'm losing. Hey! I can't quit smoking AND do this too!
I feel myself succumbing ...
*sigh of relief* There. I did it. It's amazing how intense creative pressure can be. Whew.
So as I was saying, we broke in the blank deck with Corsair. It took a couple rounds to get the feel of the game, but oh man it was fun, and we totally got the hang of it. Afterward, Napalm and I went to Denny's where we couldn't help but make a few cards while I swilled coffee, or tried to anyway, though I had a hard time getting refills. I also played a lot with my new camera, as you can tell.
By the way, there were some noticeable differences between my menu and Napalm's. I put the differences here. Very interesting.
It feels fun making Napalm the subject for a change. It's also fun seeing things in the light of the more bountiful resources that a digital camera represents. Sure, it eats batteries like mad, but now that I have rechargeables, that's not such a big deal. That cost is negligible against the kinds of costs I had to deal with when using film cameras, but with far, far, more desirable results.
It sucks ruby red monkey ass to shell out for a camera, to shell out for film, to shell out for batteries, to be so very careful about how and when you use your precious film, to be so very careful about the handling of said film, to shell out more for developing, and to have to spend time waiting for the developing, only to find out that maybe one or two of a roll of 24 exposures came out. It's embittering. I wanted to become a good photographer, but I was unwilling to invest the kinds of sums it would take to get that all-important practice.
I have this freedom now.
Ah well, back to the Denny's where, delightfully, all the freaks hang out at night, only I don't notice it so much down here. In South Florida, I think Denny's is more for the post-club crowd, like the guys who came in while we were paying our check. The door opened, and I heard these people behind me, and they brought their own atmosphere. The pocket of air around them was completely saturated with beer molecules. It was like sci-fi.
My brain was bouncing all around, well into card mode. I saw the claw-dropper game and the quarter-in-the-water game and thought they'd make a fine pair of cards called "You Can't Possibly Win". So I snapped pics of them for drawing practice purposes, heh.
So, of the card ideas that have been building up in my head all this time, I only drew up five of them just now. Many ideas were discarded and forgotten, but there are two that are still with me that I haven't drawn up, partly because I dunno who we'll be playing this game with in the near future, and partly because I wanted to reveal a couple here, and I can't reveal existing cards that are not yet well known. That would give the surprise away.
One of them would be titled "Jizz In Your Hair" and would feature a fluffy headed person looking towards a couple locks that seem straighter and stuck together wetly. It would be a +300 because, even though it's a bit ew, sex was involved.
The other would be called "The Older You Get, The More Your Ass Sags, And The Further You Have To Bend Over When Doggie Style". The picture would be appropriate, and again, +300, "for all the effort".
