I though I got all the stinkbugs.  Now there’s a whole bunch of little ones walking around my window.  I felt a little bad thinking “I killed his mom and dad” until he flew into my caffeine free diet Cream Soda, the greatest of diet sodas.  Vengeance was sweet and thorough and like the Yakuza crime syndicate, not only did I take out the interloper but I have also slain his family.  The next wave shall know fear.

51 2:32 AM Friday, Pyrrhic victory, see below.
50 10:29 PM, On Marcus’ head.
49 4:37 PM, Artifacts commons and uncommons box.
48 4:19 PM, Blue commons and uncommons box, at least he was next to the Counterspells.
47 4:01 PM, White commons and uncommons box, missed him.
46 3:42 PM, Green commons and uncommons box.
45 3:33 PM, White commons and uncommons box.
Today’s Highlight: I had been sorting cards for about two hours as I recently purchased someone’s collection.  Then…. #51 lands on a pile of white rares that aren’t in standard and he sit there, staring at me.  I walk away slowly, knowing he’s not in a crevasse, I’ll need to use the vacuum rather than the tweezers.  The plastic sheath of the drapes attachment slides back revealing the instrument of death.  Power is on and the winds of death begin to whirl through the cyclone honeycomb of the Dyson 350.  I approach the stinkbug, make eye contact thinking he’ll bravely face his fate when he flips me the bird, flies backwards and away.  I lunge wildly heaving my weight across the table and destroying hours of sorting.  I roll across the side and grasping the telescoping handle like a harpoon fire the suction tube at my whiteboard where the stinkbug chose to make his last stand.  I can see the terror in his many eyes as the plastic tube surrounds him and a momentary hiccup is heard as a the last echo of his carcass is heard.  The air is filled with the normal cyanides released at stinkbug death but this time it smelled bitter sweet.  I surveyed the damage, and sat with grim determination to resort the cards I had just upturned.  War is hell.

Dispatch from the Frontline: Stinkbug Death Count
39 11:56 PM, 09 Oct 2007, I may have killed the queen.  Were it not to be the queen, I killed the queen’s mom.
38 6:55 PM, 09 Oct 2007, they have not learned to stay off the light bulb
37 6:00 PM, 09 Oct 2007, they have learned to stay off the fan
36 5:04 PM, 09 Oct 2007, and stay off my fan
35 4:39 PM, 09 Oct 2007, get off my God damn fan
34 4:37 PM, 09 Oct 2007, I can smell their fear (as well as a number of cyanides they produce)
32 4: 11 PM, 09 Oct 2007

I fell asleep in Finance and felt no remorse about sleeping through it.  At the end of class I woke up and the guy next to me asked if got little sleep during the weekend.
Me: Nope, I slept this weekend.  My brain cells liked it so much they thought they’d start training to prep for tonight.Other Highlight:  Normally, when a stinkbug tools around, I let it tool around and ignore it.  Today, one popped out of my printer, my God damn printer.  War.  I began killing them with a pair of tweezers I stole from work.  That was too slow, I moved onto packaging tape on a piece of cardboard.  Even that was too slow, I moved to the Dyson.  Death count is now available above.