Category Archives: Inebriated Introspection

The Math of Tak

Those of you who know me in real life know that I am a gamer. I’ve been playing board games of various sorts since I was a kid; Dungeons & Dragons and its ilk since high school; and LARPing (boffer … Continue reading

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The Work of One’s Hands

  I finished the blanket chest. After nearly a year, a few dozen hours of actual work, a ton of self-doubt and self-loathing, and plenty of trial and error, it is done. Those of you who’ve followed this blog for … Continue reading

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Side Projects and Procrastination

  As I mentioned last week, I am absolutely terrible at getting projects completed on schedule and on time. I inevitably wait until the last possible second to start something, and usually wind up with an inferior product because of … Continue reading

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Sawdust is Therapeutic

Over the past few months I’ve been doing a whole lot of work around my new house. Painting, putting up trim, installing towel racks. You know, those things you do after you buy a house to make it your own. … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Brewing and Religion

You see that Corgi? That look of pure, unadulterated joy and excitement? He knows he is about to be thrown his ball. He is excited for his ball. He wants his ball. He’s bouncing off the floor repeatedly, begging for … Continue reading

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Life Lesson: Don’t Close On A House In December

Good news: I found a house, put in an offer, and had it accepted. Bad news: It took 2 months longer than expected to go to closing. You may be asking yourself why this is bad news. I had 2 … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Armistice Day

“In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard among the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We … Continue reading

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