I know, my first day blogging, I should be getting friends to plug me, not plugging other blogs. But I never was one for doing things the same way as everyone else.
You'll see a link in my sidebar for a blog called Marine Corps Moms. I've never met them, they don't know me from Adam, but they're from Oregon, and their sons are serving our country. That's good enough for me. Go support them.
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Dead Man Munching
So with the wife in her first trimester, and her family history of severe morning sickness (HA! Morning indeed!) taking its toll (though not as severely as we feared), I've been avoiding eating anything with significant amounts of onion, garlic, or spices. Otherwise, she can smell it a mile off, and it makes her ill (I swear, we can fire all the drug and bomb sniffing dogs, and just hire pregnant women).
So I walk into the Pita Pit today, and what's staring me in the face? A bag of Sweet Maui Onion flavored potato chips.
This may be my last meal.
So I walk into the Pita Pit today, and what's staring me in the face? A bag of Sweet Maui Onion flavored potato chips.
This may be my last meal.
Har! Wizkids Be Evil, Matey!
Even people who aren't incredibly geeky have been exposed to CCG's, or Collectible Card Games. The kid-oriented ones like Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon have even been made into popular cartoons.
But for snobbish, old school gamers like myself, they're nothing but crack for gamers. I'm an adherent to the old style RPG's and wargames, things that require dice and paper and pencils and books and maps or terrain and miniatures. Since I first saw friends playing Magic: The Gathering, I played a couple of times but avoided getting sucked into the madness. I never bought a single card.
Until now. Wizkids has finally hooked me. They've published a game called Pirates of the Spanish Main and I am HOOKED! It's not a true card game, in that you don't play a hand with cards arrayed in front of you.
Instead, each card is polystyrene, the size and shape of a credit card (ominously appropriate), and has printed on it the pieces of a ship which are cut. You punch them out, put them together like a model, and presto, you have a playing piece, a pirate (or British or Spanish) ship to sail around the playing table.
It's already sold out here in Eugene, and they won't print more until September. I managed to buy 6 packs, but I'm already jonesing for more.
But for snobbish, old school gamers like myself, they're nothing but crack for gamers. I'm an adherent to the old style RPG's and wargames, things that require dice and paper and pencils and books and maps or terrain and miniatures. Since I first saw friends playing Magic: The Gathering, I played a couple of times but avoided getting sucked into the madness. I never bought a single card.
Until now. Wizkids has finally hooked me. They've published a game called Pirates of the Spanish Main and I am HOOKED! It's not a true card game, in that you don't play a hand with cards arrayed in front of you.
Instead, each card is polystyrene, the size and shape of a credit card (ominously appropriate), and has printed on it the pieces of a ship which are cut. You punch them out, put them together like a model, and presto, you have a playing piece, a pirate (or British or Spanish) ship to sail around the playing table.
It's already sold out here in Eugene, and they won't print more until September. I managed to buy 6 packs, but I'm already jonesing for more.
About the Title
memento mori
\Me*men"to mo"ri\ [L.] Lit., remember to die, i.e., that you must die; a warning to be prepared for death; an object, as a death's-head or a personal ornament, usually emblematic, used as a reminder of death.
Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.
I read somewhere once that this was spoken to a Caesar once, but I could be wrong*.
But it's good advice. Remember thou art mortal, think about the future (to quote the Joker). But it's also important to remember that we all do stupid things. All of us. Well, ok, one man I can think of never did. But other than Him, even the most brilliant thinkers had their moments of sheer idiocy. I guarantee it.
I'd like to think I'm a fairly intelligent individual, but I am aware of my own failings. And that is why I named my blog Memento Moron: because I like silly puns, and because I think it's important for all of us to remind ourselves of what I said two paragraphs ago: I could be wrong.
Except about this.
*Update:
My good friend 51st State from over at the Rottie shows me that not only could I be wrong, I probably was. He writes:
If I recall, it wasn't said to the Caesars, but to the succesful returning generals as they were paraded through Rome to meet with Caesar. A Caesar was more or less deified, but the crowds cheered for the generals, feeding their pride. Thus, someone would remind them, "Remember, thou art mortal" contrasting them against the Caesar, humbling them. Could be wrong, but that's what I remember...
That makes a lot of sense. I knew it was from Roman times (The fact that it was Latin being my first clue -- duh), even if my details were off. Which just goes to show.
\Me*men"to mo"ri\ [L.] Lit., remember to die, i.e., that you must die; a warning to be prepared for death; an object, as a death's-head or a personal ornament, usually emblematic, used as a reminder of death.
Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.
I read somewhere once that this was spoken to a Caesar once, but I could be wrong*.
But it's good advice. Remember thou art mortal, think about the future (to quote the Joker). But it's also important to remember that we all do stupid things. All of us. Well, ok, one man I can think of never did. But other than Him, even the most brilliant thinkers had their moments of sheer idiocy. I guarantee it.
I'd like to think I'm a fairly intelligent individual, but I am aware of my own failings. And that is why I named my blog Memento Moron: because I like silly puns, and because I think it's important for all of us to remind ourselves of what I said two paragraphs ago: I could be wrong.
Except about this.
*Update:
My good friend 51st State from over at the Rottie shows me that not only could I be wrong, I probably was. He writes:
If I recall, it wasn't said to the Caesars, but to the succesful returning generals as they were paraded through Rome to meet with Caesar. A Caesar was more or less deified, but the crowds cheered for the generals, feeding their pride. Thus, someone would remind them, "Remember, thou art mortal" contrasting them against the Caesar, humbling them. Could be wrong, but that's what I remember...
That makes a lot of sense. I knew it was from Roman times (The fact that it was Latin being my first clue -- duh), even if my details were off. Which just goes to show.
I Question the Timing of this Blog
OK, I've finally gone and done it. I've given in to the Dark Side, I've acquired my own blog. I'd toyed with the idea for a while, but a comment by ccwbass of Way Off Bass (originally, I attributed this comment incorrectly to Mud Blood and Beer), and the encouragement of Rusty over at MyPetJawa, finally sent me over the edge. So here I am.
This probably isn't going to be a political Blog, though I will post about politics from time to time. But I have so many other things that my fetid little melon likes to think about, I don't want to limit myself. So it'll probably all go in here -- my love of my home state, the joys and trials of being married to a redhead, our pending parenthood, owning a small dog thast thinks it's a great dane, cooking, baseball (Real Baseball, not that wussy AL "designated hitter" crap), being a gamer geek, Christianity, politics, anything that comes to mind.
Although I've acknowledged his influence, I'd like to once again take a moment to thank Rusty for his encouragement and friendship. without his Blog, this one probably wouldn't exist.
As Bugs and Daffy used to sing, On with the show, this is it!
This probably isn't going to be a political Blog, though I will post about politics from time to time. But I have so many other things that my fetid little melon likes to think about, I don't want to limit myself. So it'll probably all go in here -- my love of my home state, the joys and trials of being married to a redhead, our pending parenthood, owning a small dog thast thinks it's a great dane, cooking, baseball (Real Baseball, not that wussy AL "designated hitter" crap), being a gamer geek, Christianity, politics, anything that comes to mind.
Although I've acknowledged his influence, I'd like to once again take a moment to thank Rusty for his encouragement and friendship. without his Blog, this one probably wouldn't exist.
As Bugs and Daffy used to sing, On with the show, this is it!
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