Quoted from MagicTheGathering.com

"And during this graveyard-a-go-go, we were planning to have the zombies sit it out. We were left with two choices. We could either figure out why the minions were so graveyard conscious (Yes master. If you say I must obtain a fresh new brain and then consume it, I guess I shouldn’t question your motives.) Or just let the zombies have their fun. (Brains! Brains!) Obviously, the zombies won out."

Me: Sorry, there are no merfolk on Otaria.
Jess: I’ve read the first draft. Trust me, there are merfolk.
Me: But there can’t be merfolk. The set has no merfolk.
Jess: Then put some in.
Me: The whole point is that we’re specifically not doing merfolk. That’s hard to do when we print merfolk. Can’t the villains just be human? Perhaps wizards?
Jess: They live under water.
Me: Water-breathing wizards? They have magical gills or something.
Jess: Yes, a race of humanoid creatures with magical gills that live below the sea. I like it. Perhaps we could call them merfolk.
Me: How about a race of creatures that live underwater and use magic but don’t look like merfolk?
Jess: What would they look like?
Me: I don’t know. Squid.

And thus, the cephalids were born.


Hee hee, I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. The quotes in there were too priceless. ^^

No Sir, I Don't Like It

I have an issue I'd like to address. But I can't.
I don't like that.

In recent days, I feel distant from a great number of people I care about, and whom I think I can safely assume care about me.
I don't like that.

In a number of cases, I feel I have...stagnating relationships. Relationships that may well have all the potential in the world, but I feel are just...sitting.
I don't like that.

I have hopes, dreams, goals for the future. But while I would feel bad to let them sit and mold and fade away, I feel I'm being to forceful with them, not taking care where care should be taken.
I don't like that.

I seem to have developed a 'reputation' as a 'intellectual raptor' (self-coined term). I'm apparently known to be argumentative, and as such turn people off from me, at least intellectually, because no one wants to be yelled at.
I don't like that.

Both my inbox and outbox have been littered with e-mails, but few, I would dare say 'none', of which have truely held any content.
I don't like that.

I keep talking about eating some chocolate pudding, but I have yet to finally get around to it.

I don't like that.

(no subject)

-Throws Things-
-Breaks Stuff-
-Burns Villages-

I'm angry with no relief.
I'm frustrated no comfort.
Everything to say, and no way to say it.
Everyone to speak to, and no one to listen.
Everywhere to turn, and nowhere to go.

-Sits in a dark corner-