stefficus said:
i can't believe i'm going to ask this of a depraved man wearing a dirty tutu and runny nylons while using death's scythe to trim his lawn (which i would totally pay to see), and i know i'm new (although i doubt that's a problem, as you seem to also have superpowers apparently unrelated to your questionable fashion sense) but... could you recommend an Ultimate Deck pour moi?
oh. wait. that sounds like exactly the kind of thing i'd do. heh.
Whoa – although I’m not going to argue the depraved comment, however I really have to take issue with ‘questionable fashion sense’. Tis not my fault that I seem to have lost my trousers, nobody has found them, and then somebody once said they had been run up a flagpole; me-self, I wanted a kilt (hunter Anderson or some such), but oh no that’d no do, I was shamelessly stuffed into a tutu quite against my own will, so I could at least continue my searching for the cat that seems to have gotten lose, that my buddy Schrödinger entrusted me with. And as I said, it’s not a lawn, it’s just green stuff that grows, and I never wear nylons (unless I’m riding English – and I’d never be caught dead riding western).
Ultimate deck? For you? I don’t know. You’re already there. Perhaps a Margarete Petersen? A Rohrig?
See I’m really confused. I have this odd kind of hit off you. I really think a Rohrig would be the ticket (the German edition), but I think you’d balk once you got it (and a few years from now you’d go “OMG!!! I get it!”) and in the meantime it’d be sitting there.
But you’d love the art of the Margarete Petersen…and it’s a lovely deck, but I don’t think that it will take you, in the long run, where you need to (and want to) go.