That just about says it all. The dreams, the realities, the hope and the beauty of our fair city on Opening Day. I love you Miami!
Monthly Archives: March 2008
(The Rain of Acorns by Juvuan Kirby. From Upper Deck’s Vs. System.)
Give me a whole week off, and things will get nuts. While Nina and I are shaking the tree to high heaven, you might want to find out where you fall in our polls on the Daily Kos. I should be able to come up for air long enough to update that with a new question every day. Happy sprouting, happy Spring.
(Deadgirl arising with Team Spirit, by Dan Panosian, from Upper Deck’s Vs. System.)
Okay gang, it’s time to show the hater(s?) what we are made of. Thankfully, there are only a tiny few nasty boys left on the boards. Let’s leave them behind and really progress this time, as a community.
I just found some spectacular aphorisms that are very appropriate at this moment in our evolution as a trading card game commmunity. (Thanks Sandy!)
We can do this. I know we can. Let’s take these to heart, and keep the good vibes going until the “dead body” of our beloved game jumps up and starts dancing wildly again.
1. Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.
2. Words that soak into the ears are whispered, not yelled.
3. Meanness doesn’t just happen overnight.
4. Forgive your enemies. It messes up their heads.
5. Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.
6. It doesn’t take a very big person to carry a grudge.
7. You cannot unsay a cruel word.
8. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.
(fIREHOSE, carrying on.)
Today has been busy, cooking up the shirt orders and such. So I would like to quickly take this opportunity to turn you on to the punk rock that changed my life. For your listening pleasure.
1. Minutemen. There is a video history now, and there will never be another creative combination of pure talent like this, ever again.
2. R.E.M. I know, I know. They turned into a pack of poofters as soon as the media crowned them magnificent “Songwriters”. (Don’t listen after 1992.) Get the early albums, before they published lyrics. As inspirational as anything you can put in your ears. DIY incarnate.
3. Meat Puppets. High Priests of Wierd, but strangely it works just right. The sound of human frailty swinging a pair of solid brass balls floating in cactus juice forming snow angels in the bonfire.
4. Husker Du. When you need the sludge of commercial culture scraped from your brain, dial up Zen Arcade and blow the doors off your skull. You can thank me later.
5. fIREHOSE. Born from the ashes of D. Boon’s untimely death, the post-Minutmen Wattage still burns brightly in my heart. Ragin’, Full On.
6. The Replacements. Paul Westerberg’s voice. That is all.
7. Butthole Surfers. If you do not value your sanity, and you realize how much it is worth to let go of it, dive in up to your ankles. Do it today.
8. Sonic Youth. They jammed a screwdriver through the strings to get just the right sound. I saw them do it.
9. The Jesus and Mary Chain. Enough electric fuzz to put hair on your tongue. Bzzz…
10. Daniel Johnston. Banging on pots and pans, sounding like Mozart? Yes please.
11. Geraldine Fibbers. Violin for the win, Carla just played a gig with Watt this weekend. Straight to the heart, every time.
12. Nirvana. He may have been the beginning of the end, but what a beautiful end it was. Magnificent madness and magick, sir. Thank you.
13. Sublime. Ditto. Times twelve.
That’s my list y’all. Rock your own and link it here: www.thursdaythirteen.com
That was Mark Fidrych at the height of his inspirational Rookie of the Year season. He lit a fuse that exploded all over the baseball world, bringing joy to the masses. He gave everyone a call to arms, celebrating his unique kookiness while performing at the top level of his sport. He was a freak, but he was really, really, really good. He quickly became a star.
It did not last. His body could not keep up with his spirit. For one charmed season, a season that will last forever in history, Mark Fidrych showed us the full potential of the individual. Then he was gone.
Keep an eye skinned. Maybe this is the year someone special will pop up to take his place as the coolest baseball player ever, maybe not. We shall see.
Sports and Superheroes. Two great tastes that taste great together. Clicking that link will time travel you back one year, and Nina will be wishing luck to Dontrelle Willis in person, as he rubs my belly.
Then you will fast forward to the present moment, just in time to see the first pitching change of 2008. That would be the yanking of Dice-K after five innings, resulting in a two-run round-tripper by the A’s. Followed by Brandon Moss, getting a shocking start in right for the World Champions, and smacking a ninth-inning game-tying solo shot for his first major league home run. Extra innings in the opener in Japan? What a sweet way to kick things off.
The first game of the year ended with Manny showing why it is sometimes good not to wash your hair, giving the Bosox a two-run lead going into the bottom of the tenth. Papelbon time. The currently crowned king of closers comes out very wobbly. A walk, a strike-out, a double. He would have been in BIG trouble, but Moss comes up bigger, gunning down a greedy Emil Brown at third for the win. Scintillating start to a season. Bravo.
Maybe it’s the lingo that gets me juiced. Maybe it’s the mythological nature of highly skilled humans playing games on a world stage while the rest of us keep track. Maybe it’s the cards.
Whatever it is, I love baseball. Almost as much as I love superheroes. Both of them are alive and kicking today. Happy New Year!
(Primary Directive, by Chris Warner, from Upper Deck’s Vs. System.)
Time to take a deep breath, and relax.
Okay, I got the new Rallying Cry done and submitted, packaged up the first round of Obama Flavor shirts, wrote my lesson plans for the week, made twenty students laugh and feel better about themselves, and sat down to write this post on the blog.
Now I need a new target.
It takes all kinds to build a community. Diversity expands the potential for creativity and enriches the human experience. When it comes to superhuman mythology, the variety factor is off the charts. Those cards are original sketches that were randomly inserted in lucky packs of the new Marvel Masterpieces trading cards. Thanks to Jonboy Meyers for the drawings. Intense assortment of eye candy for the win.
Can you name them all?
I found that intense party pic this morning while surfing for “Marvel vs. DC”. It came from down under. That’s what our comic-book-characters-on-cardboard community feels like to me, even though most of us have never met in real life. It feels great.
If you have a second to get superheroic for me this morning, please click here and drop in a comment on whatistechno’s blog to help her decide which myth to use as a new banner. Thanks.
Not much time for a report, but I will do my best. First round my Sea Creatures got loose, swinging one horsey for 8/5, two for 7/4, and three at 6/3. Follow that up with a 19 ATK/ 8 ATK Aquaman? It’s the reason I play the game. Then Deadshot got in my way. I still landed in the 3rd place match. (We had twelve players again!)
Then, even though Brian missed his 4-drop, Wolverine ripped through my little ponies like an all-you-can eat seafood buffet. Yikes.
I gotta run, there is a big bold bodacious project in the works. I am trying to get it ready to unveil for Thursday Thirteen…