Magic the [Chat]ering

MrMister

Remember when you thought that was good?

Recapture some of that nostalgia by watching pro player Conley Woods draft from a Cube, the draft format where instead of booster packs, you draw from a collection of the most bonkers cards in magic history.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XqZupChJ58

Of, if you like adorable Brazilian nerds, listen to Paulo Vitor Damo Da Rosa do anything at all, like appear in this interview, wherein he pronounces his name and then I swoon,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9SXOEi46_0

or, watch him narrate his own drafts:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IdiDxveF50

Or: bitch about how graduate school left you a broken shell of a person. Really, it's up to you, chatters of the world.

_J_

Difficult [chat] decision.

Nerdgasmic

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ANYWAY

http://nedroidcomics.tumblr.com/post/28457562162/tonight-on-twitter-i-pondered-what-seinfeld-would

Tonight on Twitter I pondered what Seinfeld would be like if it had aired in the internet era. Here were my ideas for easy reading:

Jerry breaks up with a woman because of her unflattering Twitter avatar
”Jerry, Kramer’s reblogging me and removing my original tags!” “C’mon George, it’s the internet! Information wants to be *free*!”
Uncle Leo doesn’t understand email, wants to know where the stamps print out
”I tell ya, I’m in love with her, Jerry. And this time I’m almost sure she’s not a spambot.”
George’s parents friend him on Facebook
Better yet, George sends friend requests to his parents on Facebook, and they decline
Bania replies to all of Jerry’s tweets
The gang learn Kramer’s first name by looking him on Google
George writes a scathing review on Yelp and is banned from the coffee shop
The gang hold a contest to see who can go the longest without vanity-searching themselves
Elaine’s friends keep bugging her on Facebook: “When are you gonna “Like” the baby? You gotta “Like” the baby!”
Jerry and Elaine start an OkCupid profile for George as a joke, he ends up getting matched with Marisa Tomei
Kramer doesn’t understand wifi. “So these emails are just flyin’ through my body? Oh I don’t like that.”
George refuses to allow his friends to tag him in photos because “that’s how they getcha, Jerry!”
George registers a domain name because it was once owned by Jon Voight
Kramer learns he can order everything he needs from Amazon, decides to never leave his apartment again
The gang learns Kramer uses Bing instead of Google. When asked about it, he replies, “Google? What’s ‘Google?’ Frankly it sounds made up”
George pretends to be the guys in Missed Connections ads, hoping the women will fall for it
Uncle Leo torrents movies and says it’s okay because all old people do it
George won’t tell anyone his wifi password (“Bosco”)
George gets into relationship with a frequent texter. He dumps her because he’s only willing to pay for the cheapest data plan
George decides not to date anymore since Siri is nicer to him than any woman has ever been
George accidentally forwards his new girlfriend an unflattering photo of his privates. “Do women know about JPG compression?!”
The gang spends an entire episode waiting for a Chinese restaurant’s website to load

Well goodnight

DasUberEdward

MrMister wrote:

Being good at philosophy as an undergraduate is exhilarating--it feels like the pure essence of being smart, clearing away the cobwebs and confusions with a deft touch, and applying a clear-eyed analytic eye until any problem, any problem whatsoever, dissolves for you. Of course, you're not so good with the specifics, like the math in very hard physics, or the compositional theories in linguistics, but you feel confident that you could be, if you wanted to. You would just have to study up a bit. You would, of course, never hit a wall; you've got the Promethean spark of insight inside you, and with that in place everything else is just details.

And then you go to graduate school, and there follows a death by a thousand cuts; at the end, you are convinced that not only are you not a genius, but that you aren't particularly smart at all; whatever you once thought you had, you do not see it in yourself any longer. And once that's gone, you don't know how you matter anymore, because that one thing that's missing was the thing you built your life around, not only in terms of what credentials you pursued and why, but in terms of how you saw yourself, how you talked about yourself to other people, and what you valued. And that's where it leaves you.

/bitter

I think this is what vexes me more than anything.

_J_

So much vexing.

Podly

ok, so here's the image itself, which definitely could stand on its own as album art

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/28011703/spsskyalbumimage.png

and here's with text

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/28011703/spsskyalbumimagetext.png

Bogart

What's with Twitter?

*applause/laughter*

MrMister

I always mix up my spoiler and quote tags

Nerdgasmic

pods, what happened to the vowels

Jacobkosh

Nerdgasmic wrote: »

http://nedroidcomics.tumblr.com/post/28457562162/tonight-on-twitter-i-pondered-what-seinfeld-would

Tonight on Twitter I pondered what Seinfeld would be like if it had aired in the internet era. Here were my ideas for easy reading:

Jerry breaks up with a woman because of her unflattering Twitter avatar
”Jerry, Kramer’s reblogging me and removing my original tags!” “C’mon George, it’s the internet! Information wants to be *free*!”
Uncle Leo doesn’t understand email, wants to know where the stamps print out
”I tell ya, I’m in love with her, Jerry. And this time I’m almost sure she’s not a spambot.”
George’s parents friend him on Facebook
Better yet, George sends friend requests to his parents on Facebook, and they decline
Bania replies to all of Jerry’s tweets
The gang learn Kramer’s first name by looking him on Google
George writes a scathing review on Yelp and is banned from the coffee shop
The gang hold a contest to see who can go the longest without vanity-searching themselves
Elaine’s friends keep bugging her on Facebook: “When are you gonna “Like” the baby? You gotta “Like” the baby!”
Jerry and Elaine start an OkCupid profile for George as a joke, he ends up getting matched with Marisa Tomei
Kramer doesn’t understand wifi. “So these emails are just flyin’ through my body? Oh I don’t like that.”
George refuses to allow his friends to tag him in photos because “that’s how they getcha, Jerry!”
George registers a domain name because it was once owned by Jon Voight
Kramer learns he can order everything he needs from Amazon, decides to never leave his apartment again
The gang learns Kramer uses Bing instead of Google. When asked about it, he replies, “Google? What’s ‘Google?’ Frankly it sounds made up”
George pretends to be the guys in Missed Connections ads, hoping the women will fall for it
Uncle Leo torrents movies and says it’s okay because all old people do it
George won’t tell anyone his wifi password (“Bosco”)
George gets into relationship with a frequent texter. He dumps her because he’s only willing to pay for the cheapest data plan
George decides not to date anymore since Siri is nicer to him than any woman has ever been
George accidentally forwards his new girlfriend an unflattering photo of his privates. “Do women know about JPG compression?!”
The gang spends an entire episode waiting for a Chinese restaurant’s website to load

Well goodnight

oh my god

some of these really are great

RMS Oceanic

Guys should I pour this mana into this Golgothian Sylex?[/Story Plot Point]

DasUberEdward

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wsap3DHwh0c

this is really funny. because it has no music.

Casual

grah

I just fucking derped hard core. I was typing up a responce to MrMr's post about academic worth when jacob closed the thread, because I'm a dumb fuck I was all "why does the page keep closing on me?? must. type. out. post." Now I lost it.

MrMister

RMS Oceanic wrote: »

Guys should I pour this mana into this Golgothian Sylex?[/Story Plot Point]

:^:

Bogart

Gore Vidal died! I'm sure he is avoiding meeting the pugnacious glare of Norman Mailer in the afterlife right now.

RMS Oceanic

MrMister wrote: »

RMS Oceanic wrote: »

Guys should I pour this mana into this Golgothian Sylex?[/Story Plot Point]

:^:

Jeff Grubb's MTG Books are pretty good.

DasUberEdward

Podly wrote: »

ok, so here's the image itself, which definitely could stand on its own as album art

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/28011703/spsskyalbumimage.png

and here's with text

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/28011703/spsskyalbumimagetext.png

it should just say OSTALGIA

Nerdgasmic

Podly

Nerdgasmic wrote: »

pods, what happened to the vowels

ndstbmnmnlstpd

RMS Oceanic

Vwls r vrrtd.

DasUberEdward

5 AM Thought - " I wonder if I could get the lady to recreate this music video for my personal enjoyment."

entertaining the thought of asking her such a thing while expecting a possible yes is a clear sign that I should be asleep.

DanWeino

[Chat] I have wronged the world. Every Day for the last year I have been in the wrong lane at the big roundabout on the way to work. I double checked today because a bloody cement mixer beeped me. Still gonna do it though as it is easier, and I have had no trouble in the last year, so who cares. Still feel a bit bad though.

Casual

MrMister wrote:

Being good at philosophy as an undergraduate is exhilarating--it feels like the pure essence of being smart, clearing away the cobwebs and confusions with a deft touch, and applying a clear-eyed analytic eye until any problem, any problem whatsoever, dissolves for you. Of course, you're not so good with the specifics, like the math in very hard physics, or the compositional theories in linguistics, but you feel confident that you could be, if you wanted to. You would just have to study up a bit. You would, of course, never hit a wall; you've got the Promethean spark of insight inside you, and with that in place everything else is just details.

And then you go to graduate school, and there follows a death by a thousand cuts; at the end, you are convinced that not only are you not a genius, but that you aren't particularly smart at all; whatever you once thought you had, you do not see it in yourself any longer. And once that's gone, you don't know how you matter anymore, because that one thing that's missing was the thing you built your life around, not only in terms of what credentials you pursued and why, but in terms of how you saw yourself, how you talked about yourself to other people, and what you valued. And that's where it leaves you.

/bitter

I was smart enough to coast through school and a couple of years of collage, I even found first year uni pretty easy. I was pretty secure in the belief that I was generally one of the smartest guys in the room even if I chose not to show it. Then *BAM* along comes second year Uni and life was all "you think you're smart? Well surprise dumb fuck, this is what real smart people look like". These people were so out of my league they were playing a different fucking game. Acedemia then kicked my arse to the curb and left me with a huge inferiority complex and fear of education.

There's a lot of good perspective to be found in realising how mind numbingly average you are as a person.

MrMister

Casual wrote: »

grah

I just fucking derped hard core. I was typing up a responce to MrMr's post about academic worth when jacob closed the thread, because I'm a dumb fuck I was all "why does the page keep closing on me?? must. type. out. post." Now I lost it.

Yeah I was :?: when the page closed

new forum is confusey

Nerdgasmic

Podly wrote: »

Nerdgasmic wrote: »

pods, what happened to the vowels

ndstbmnmnlstpd

Podly

DasUberEdward wrote: »

it should just say OSTALGIA

I think, since if I do it this way it will be my first proper release, if there's any text, it should include the artist name for branding purposes

Podly

i dig it

Nerdgasmic

podly, I think you should instagram that and make it the liner notes/reverse cover

with "Rrrember the Nine90ies.?" in, like, Fixedsys

Casual

MrMister wrote: »

Casual wrote: »

grah

I just fucking derped hard core. I was typing up a responce to MrMr's post about academic worth when jacob closed the thread, because I'm a dumb fuck I was all "why does the page keep closing on me?? must. type. out. post." Now I lost it.

Yeah I was :?: when the page closed

new forum is confusey

It just kept trying to load a new page while I was typing and I kept thinking it was a mistake so I repeatedly clicked back.

Also am I the only one that gets an error when I quickly edit a typo in a new post?

MrMister

PS: I don't feel that way about graduate school all of the time.

Just some of the time (and, unfortunately, that proportion has increased as of late)

_J_

MrMister wrote: »

PS: I don't feel that way about graduate school all of the time.

Just some of the time (and, unfortunately, that proportion has increased as of late)

Yeah.

It tends to relate to how much i've been drinking.

Henroid

Nerdgasmic wrote: »

http://nedroidcomics.tumblr.com/post/28457562162/tonight-on-twitter-i-pondered-what-seinfeld-would

Tonight on Twitter I pondered what Seinfeld would be like if it had aired in the internet era. Here were my ideas for easy reading:

Jerry breaks up with a woman because of her unflattering Twitter avatar
”Jerry, Kramer’s reblogging me and removing my original tags!” “C’mon George, it’s the internet! Information wants to be *free*!”
Uncle Leo doesn’t understand email, wants to know where the stamps print out
”I tell ya, I’m in love with her, Jerry. And this time I’m almost sure she’s not a spambot.”
George’s parents friend him on Facebook
Better yet, George sends friend requests to his parents on Facebook, and they decline
Bania replies to all of Jerry’s tweets
The gang learn Kramer’s first name by looking him on Google
George writes a scathing review on Yelp and is banned from the coffee shop
The gang hold a contest to see who can go the longest without vanity-searching themselves
Elaine’s friends keep bugging her on Facebook: “When are you gonna “Like” the baby? You gotta “Like” the baby!”
Jerry and Elaine start an OkCupid profile for George as a joke, he ends up getting matched with Marisa Tomei
Kramer doesn’t understand wifi. “So these emails are just flyin’ through my body? Oh I don’t like that.”
George refuses to allow his friends to tag him in photos because “that’s how they getcha, Jerry!”
George registers a domain name because it was once owned by Jon Voight
Kramer learns he can order everything he needs from Amazon, decides to never leave his apartment again
The gang learns Kramer uses Bing instead of Google. When asked about it, he replies, “Google? What’s ‘Google?’ Frankly it sounds made up”
George pretends to be the guys in Missed Connections ads, hoping the women will fall for it
Uncle Leo torrents movies and says it’s okay because all old people do it
George won’t tell anyone his wifi password (“Bosco”)
George gets into relationship with a frequent texter. He dumps her because he’s only willing to pay for the cheapest data plan
George decides not to date anymore since Siri is nicer to him than any woman has ever been
George accidentally forwards his new girlfriend an unflattering photo of his privates. “Do women know about JPG compression?!”
The gang spends an entire episode waiting for a Chinese restaurant’s website to load

Well goodnight

A former highschool teacher of mine actually made that request of everyone and I made the same. It opens up searching results.

Podly

the scary thing is, nerd

you probably DON'T remember the 90's!

MrMister

_J_ wrote: »

MrMister wrote: »

PS: I don't feel that way about graduate school all of the time.

Just some of the time (and, unfortunately, that proportion has increased as of late)

Yeah.

It tends to relate to how much i've been drinking.

For me it's inversely proportional to how much progress I'm making on my work.

DasUberEdward

Podly wrote: »

DasUberEdward wrote: »

it should just say OSTALGIA

I think, since if I do it this way it will be my first proper release, if there's any text, it should include the artist name for branding purposes

but do you see what I am digging at?

there's a certain busyness in the cover that has to be addressed. Having ostalgia there brings in something familiar with that busy feeling so it's not overwhelming. if you go with just the artist name it ends up being two new things that take a moment to decipher and that sensation is overwhelming.

or at least so distracting that the focus is lost.

i like all of the aspects individually but they compete for attention when slammed together

Nerdgasmic

Podly wrote: »

the scary thing is, nerd

you probably DON'T remember the 90's!

I see flashes sometimes, on the nights when I can't sleep

DasUberEdward

Casual wrote: »

MrMister wrote:

Being good at philosophy as an undergraduate is exhilarating--it feels like the pure essence of being smart, clearing away the cobwebs and confusions with a deft touch, and applying a clear-eyed analytic eye until any problem, any problem whatsoever, dissolves for you. Of course, you're not so good with the specifics, like the math in very hard physics, or the compositional theories in linguistics, but you feel confident that you could be, if you wanted to. You would just have to study up a bit. You would, of course, never hit a wall; you've got the Promethean spark of insight inside you, and with that in place everything else is just details.

And then you go to graduate school, and there follows a death by a thousand cuts; at the end, you are convinced that not only are you not a genius, but that you aren't particularly smart at all; whatever you once thought you had, you do not see it in yourself any longer. And once that's gone, you don't know how you matter anymore, because that one thing that's missing was the thing you built your life around, not only in terms of what credentials you pursued and why, but in terms of how you saw yourself, how you talked about yourself to other people, and what you valued. And that's where it leaves you.

/bitter

I was smart enough to coast through school and a couple of years of collage, I even found first year uni pretty easy. I was pretty secure in the belief that I was generally one of the smartest guys in the room even if I chose not to show it. Then *BAM* along comes second year Uni and life was all "you think you're smart? Well surprise dumb fuck, this is what real smart people look like". These people were so out of my league they were playing a different fucking game. Acedemia then kicked my arse to the curb and left me with a huge inferiority complex and fear of education.

There's a lot of good perspective to be found in realising how mind numbingly average you are as a person.

honestly it's pretty great.

almost comforting.

Podly

due (et al), whatcha think about something like this

Casual

DasUberEdward wrote: »

Casual wrote: »

MrMister wrote:

Being good at philosophy as an undergraduate is exhilarating--it feels like the pure essence of being smart, clearing away the cobwebs and confusions with a deft touch, and applying a clear-eyed analytic eye until any problem, any problem whatsoever, dissolves for you. Of course, you're not so good with the specifics, like the math in very hard physics, or the compositional theories in linguistics, but you feel confident that you could be, if you wanted to. You would just have to study up a bit. You would, of course, never hit a wall; you've got the Promethean spark of insight inside you, and with that in place everything else is just details.

And then you go to graduate school, and there follows a death by a thousand cuts; at the end, you are convinced that not only are you not a genius, but that you aren't particularly smart at all; whatever you once thought you had, you do not see it in yourself any longer. And once that's gone, you don't know how you matter anymore, because that one thing that's missing was the thing you built your life around, not only in terms of what credentials you pursued and why, but in terms of how you saw yourself, how you talked about yourself to other people, and what you valued. And that's where it leaves you.

/bitter

I was smart enough to coast through school and a couple of years of collage, I even found first year uni pretty easy. I was pretty secure in the belief that I was generally one of the smartest guys in the room even if I chose not to show it. Then *BAM* along comes second year Uni and life was all "you think you're smart? Well surprise dumb fuck, this is what real smart people look like". These people were so out of my league they were playing a different fucking game. Acedemia then kicked my arse to the curb and left me with a huge inferiority complex and fear of education.

There's a lot of good perspective to be found in realising how mind numbingly average you are as a person.

honestly it's pretty great.

almost comforting.

Yeah, smart people have so much pressure to do something with it or to achieve stuff. Being one of the mundane masses I can just eat chips and play viedo games and not worry about it. It's liberating not being expected to invent internets or find higgs bosons.

_J_

Podly wrote: »

due (et al), whatcha think about something like this

You know how the white album was good because it was just "here's our music"?

Maybe that.

DasUberEdward

Casual wrote: »

DasUberEdward wrote: »

Casual wrote: »

MrMister wrote:

Being good at philosophy as an undergraduate is exhilarating--it feels like the pure essence of being smart, clearing away the cobwebs and confusions with a deft touch, and applying a clear-eyed analytic eye until any problem, any problem whatsoever, dissolves for you. Of course, you're not so good with the specifics, like the math in very hard physics, or the compositional theories in linguistics, but you feel confident that you could be, if you wanted to. You would just have to study up a bit. You would, of course, never hit a wall; you've got the Promethean spark of insight inside you, and with that in place everything else is just details.

And then you go to graduate school, and there follows a death by a thousand cuts; at the end, you are convinced that not only are you not a genius, but that you aren't particularly smart at all; whatever you once thought you had, you do not see it in yourself any longer. And once that's gone, you don't know how you matter anymore, because that one thing that's missing was the thing you built your life around, not only in terms of what credentials you pursued and why, but in terms of how you saw yourself, how you talked about yourself to other people, and what you valued. And that's where it leaves you.

/bitter

I was smart enough to coast through school and a couple of years of collage, I even found first year uni pretty easy. I was pretty secure in the belief that I was generally one of the smartest guys in the room even if I chose not to show it. Then *BAM* along comes second year Uni and life was all "you think you're smart? Well surprise dumb fuck, this is what real smart people look like". These people were so out of my league they were playing a different fucking game. Acedemia then kicked my arse to the curb and left me with a huge inferiority complex and fear of education.

There's a lot of good perspective to be found in realising how mind numbingly average you are as a person.

honestly it's pretty great.

almost comforting.

Yeah, smart people have so much pressure to do something with it or to achieve stuff. Being one of the mundane masses I can just eat chips and play viedo games and not worry about it. It's liberating not being expected to invent internets or find higgs bosons.

seriously. the wings I ate and the grease left on the controller were marks of a delicious freedom.

it's like being called a math wizard by someone who can't do long division.