My watch didn’t know it was a leap-year.  I’m fine with that, really but it was a sufficient excused to come into work late.  After work, I headed to Friday Night Magic where a player had an unusually good selection of cards he’s looking to sell.  I bought about $200 in cards for about $120, not bad and I asked him where he got them.  He didn’t tell me but when I got the cards,  I started looking through the plastic sleeves and found a business card for a company that sells cards.  After FNM, I checked the firm’s page online.  I checked the card values there and it was about $220 in total.  Either this kid is a thief or an idiot, either case, I will avoid him in the future.

I didn’t sleep much yesterday evening and was kinda giggly at Friday Night Magic (FNM). I brought a router to add to the store so I could dick around online during events in between rules questions and while waiting to install it practiced my impression of a router undercover as a horseshoe crab.  Trevor Rowe (pictured, right) said something dumb and I wanted to hit him, so I chose another way to hit him.
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I call it the router slap.  It’s the IT equivalent of a bitch slap.  I strongly recommend all GeekSquad employees learn this maneuver.   I think the whole picture is sold by the guy with the Fritos doing the “oh shit!” face in the background and the guy over my right arm.