I Was Wrong About Card Games
Please, please do not ask me to play Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza. I don’t care what the cat or the goat or the pizza is doing.
Please, please do not ask me to play Taco Cat Goat Cheese Pizza. I don’t care what the cat or the goat or the pizza is doing.
After a sequence of repeated failures, I’m now forced to consider the possibility that she is really, genuinely out of touch.
It wasn’t about the rules.
But something changed for me when my sister and I found a string of polka-dot bunting in a HEMA in France a little over a year ago.
Sleeping in feels more like some sort of sin.
Similar to my experiences with the rest of the LGBTQ+ community, I didn’t really know that trans people existed for a long time.
Did I still want to be a journalist? Did I want to go into publishing? Did I want to go to grad school? If so, what for? History? Special education? Languages and literature? Some other field?
Marla was making her way in the world.
I respect what mascots do from a distance but I do not want to be caught in their frozen, unblinking gaze, thank you very much.
It would be weird if a LotR Magic set didn’t feature The One Ring in some way, and disappointing if it wasn’t a powerful card.