Custom Munchkin

NHL and I are Munchkin addicts.  We just love playing a good game of Munchkin and killing monsters while backstabbing or helping each other.  There are also a ton of expansion packs and other versions of Munchkin which can be added to the original (or, in the case of the latter, played on their own) to add variety.  While the quality on those is exceptional and I’d love to load up on all of them, there’s one problem.  We just can’t afford it.  Sadly, daily expenses eat too much of our money to go on a Munchkin buying spree.

So what’s a Munchkin-loving geek to do?

Well, early last month, a tweet from @VisionaryLight (retweeted by @SJGames) inspired me.  Her son made some cards to add to his Munchkin game.  I thought that this was genius.  Why not use the blank cards that were included with our Munchkin set to make some of our own cards?  Not only could we add in treasures or monsters of our choice, but we could custom tailor them to our geeky interests.  We could make Munchkin cards of franchises that Steve Jackson Games doesn’t have the rights to.  For example, instead of using a Staff of Napalm to destroy a Plutonium Dragon, why not use a Lightsaber to defeat a Rancor?  Or command Mjolnir to strike a Frost Giant?  And why limit yourself to one franchise when you can combine them?  Perhaps you could use a Proton Pack (ala Ghostbusters) to zap a Klingon.  The possibilities are endless.

A second inspiration struck courtesy of @DrSbaitso.  Steve Jackson Game’s website was going down for maintenance and Dr. Sbaitso joked about needing to buy “Munchkin: Procrastinator.”  Of course, there is no such set, but it struck me as a brilliant idea.  Why not build a set based on not killing the monster, but putting off killing it?

UPDATE:  After this post went live, I received a note from a representative from Steve Jackson Games.  While they were very nice, they noted that “making custom Munchkin cards is a violation of trademark (Munchkin) and copyright (design and mechanics of the game).”  I try very hard to respect the copyright and trademarks of the companies that produce the things I love.  (I try to respect copyright/trademark in general, but especially the folks who make stuff I like.)  In my excitement over my card ideas, I mistakenly stepped over the line.  The last thing I’d want to do is cause a problem for Steve Jackson Games.  To correct this error, I’ve removed the images and edited the post.

If you have custom card ideas, you have two options.  First of all, you can visit their Munchkin card idea submission page and hope they make your card.  Secondly, you can buy blank cards and write in your custom ideas.  (Sadly, they don’t have regular Munchkin cards in stock anymore, but any of the blanks should work with any Munchkin set.)

Thanks again to Steve Jackson Games for such a wonderful game and I apologize for stepping over the line.

Aging Denial

Over the weekend, we brought the boys to a local museum.  While there, we had a lot of fun.  One "exhibit", wasn’t very fun, though.  It wasn’t fun at all.  While, I was sitting down watching the boys play with a water table (seeing how blocking the water changed the flow, B mentioned to me that she hadn’t noticed how grey I had gone.  Now, I had seen the occasional grey (maybe white) hair in my chest hair, but I thought the hairs on my head hadn’t gone grey yet.  She insisted she saw them, though.  I had to know so I took a quick photo of myself.

grey_hair_selfie

Worst. Selfie. Ever.

I can handle a lot of things, but as far as getting old is concerned, I’ll admit that my strategy has been Denial.  I’m not approaching 40 fast even though I celebrated my 39th birthday recently.  My hairline isn’t receding despite what B keeps saying.  Those back aches when I wake up in the morning aren’t because I’m getting old.  The fact that the music I listened to growing up is on the oldies station means nothing!  The fact that I’ve caught myself referring to college students as "those kids" multiple times was just a slip of the tongue.

I try to believe that I’m still the same person that I was when I was 21.  In some ways, I am, but in many more ways I’m not.  I’ve got to face facts that I’m aging.  Before I know it, I’ll be having a mid-life crisis.

As a side note: I’ve thought long and hard about my mid-life crisis.  I’m not one for sports cars and I’m DEFINITELY not one to chase after some young woman.  As far as the former goes, I’ve always been practical automobile-wise.  As far as the latter goes, I’m happily married.  I’ll stick with chasing after my wife, thank you very much.  So what to do for a mid-life crisis?  In true Techy fashion, I think I might go tech for my crisis.  I’ve found that, over the years, I’ve gone from buying things because they are latest and greatest to trying to financially justify each tech purchase painstakingly.  I might, for my mid-life crisis, forget about financial justifications and just get some really cool tech.

Back to denial, though, because I’m not going to go through that mid-life crisis for a long, long time.  After all, I’m still very young and not getting old at all.  Or, at least, that’s what I’m going to continue to tell myself.

Oh, and about that hairline thing?  Here’s a morph of me from 2005 and me from yesterday.  Do you think my hairline is receding?

Hairline

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to yell at some kids to get off my lawn!

Television Eras Ending And Beginning

TelevisionLast week saw the ending of one geeky era and the beginning of another.

First the ending.  For the past ten(?) years, Grant Imahara, Kari Byron, and Tory Belleci have been entertaining and enlightening us by busting myths alongside Jamie and Adam on Mythbusters.  They brought life to the Hwacha, showed that the Ewoks really could crush an AT walker with logs, and proved that you really can catch a greased pig.  Now, however, the announcement has gone out that the Mythbusters will go in a new direction – or, rather, and old one.  In the beginning of the show, the focus was on Jamie and Adam.  Now, Kari, Grant, and Tory are leaving so the focus can move back to just Jamie and Adam.

This might wind up being a good thing.  Perhaps, fewer myths will be tested but with more depth shown per myth.  Or, maybe they will just cram more fluff into each episode to fill the time left vacant by the loss of "the Build team."  Given how good they work together, I’m hoping that Discovery Channel gives them their own show.  I’m not sure what they could do, but I’m sure there’s plenty of topics that they could cover involving science and requiring interesting builds.  Whatever they do, though, I wish them luck and can’t wait to see them in action again.

In happier news, a new era of geekiness began on Saturday night.  That’s when Peter Capaldi officially began his reign as the madman in the box on Doctor Who.  Yes, Capaldi has now begun his turn as the twelfth Doctor.  Though, depending on how you count, he might be the thirteenth Doctor.  It’s all very wibbly-wobbly.  Without giving too many spoilers, I found Capaldi’s first episode good, but uneven.  It’s hard to get a handle on a Doctor’s first episode post-regeneration.  As each Doctor regenerates, he takes some time to get to know what kind of person (Time Lord) he is.  So we can’t quite tell from the first episode how the new actor will be.  With Matt Smith, it took me until his fourth episode before I accepted him as the Doctor.  I did, however, think that the first Capaldi episode was a good "bridge" between Matt Smith’s Doctor and Peter Capaldi’s Doctor.

NOTE: The "Hi-Def Television" image above is by bnsonger47 and is available via OpenClipArt.org.

A Green Screen Birthday Adventure

When one is having a birthday celebration for your kids, there is one big rule: Always take photographs so your kids will remember what happened.  For example, I made sure to take plenty of photos since NHL, JSL, and Cousins S and B had a huge adventure to celebrate NHL turning 11.

First, we boarded an airplane.  Note: Keep an eye on your kids at all times when on airplanes.  I looked away for a second and found them on the wing of the plane.

Kids On An Airplane Wing

Don’t ask me how they got there or how they withstood the force of the air against them.  Getting them back in was tricky, but we somehow managed it.

When we landed, we immediately went to our destination: Disney World!

Kids At Disney World

Um, kids, I don’t think you’re supposed to stand there.

Kids In A Parade

Hey, get out of that parade!

Kids On The Monorail

Again, don’t ask me how they got atop the Monorail… Or why they looked so big atop it.  I was too busy at the time worrying that they’d fall off.  (And taking a quick photo or two.  Priorities, people!)

Next, we went on a safari drive in Animal Kingdom.  You’d think that by now I’d have learned my lesson about looking away.  The kids pointed to an ostrich in one direction, though, and when I looked back…

Kids On A Giraffe

Long story short, we’re not welcome back there again.  Thanks a lot, kids!

At least we were able to go to Epcot, though.  You know, the park with the iconic Spaceship Earth…

Kids On Spaceship Earth

WHAT?!!!  How’d they get there?  No wonder people were screaming as I took this photo.  That also explains the security guard who dragged them back to me.  Silly kids.

At least that’s the wackiest thing they could possibly do, right?

Kids On A Flower

Nope.  They just *had* to sneak backstage and find Wayne Szalinski’s shrinking machine from the old Honey, I Shrunk The Audience attraction.  It took us a few hours before we spotted them on this flower.

At that point, we decided to cut our losses and get home before the kids decided to leave the planet or something.

Kids On The Moon

Wait, was *that* where they disappeared to when they took my camera?  How did they even get to the moon anyway?  (I *thought* I saw a blue phone box in Epcot’s England area next to the red ones!)

Thankfully, we got everyone back home and back to the proper size…

NHL on His Cake

Uh oh…..  Well, happy birthday anyway, NHL!

NOTE: All photos above were taken by me with the exception of the Moon photo which comes from NASA.  (All NASA photos are public domain.)  The "green screen" originals are thanks to a green screen in the Children’s Museum of Science and Technology (CMOST) in Troy, NY.

Happy Birthday NHL!

Today, NHL turns 11.  Don’t ask me how this happened.  It’s still a mystery to me.  One minute, we were bringing him home and then I blinked and he grew up.  Now he’s headed to middle school in a couple of weeks.  NHL has a habit of asking me if I’m proud of him, usually for getting some random video game accomplishment.  Here’s what I’m really proud of NHL for:

 

  • He’s a very kind individual.  At a recent family function, he kept hugging family members over and over.  To the point that he hugged a complete stranger – I think he was a waiter – because he mistook him for a family member.  NHL cares about people with all of his heart and hates to think of them being sad.

 

  • He’s passionate about what he loves and isn’t afraid to flaunt that passion.  Whether it be video games, super heroes, math, or Doctor Who, NHL is always ready to tell anyone everything they could ever want to know about the subjects that he loves the most.

 

  • He’s honest.  Ok, at times he can be honest to a fault.  He shouldn’t blurt out to one of his cousins which cousin he likes the best.  Still, this is all part of his learning how to navigate the social rules.  In general, though, he hates lying and prefers to tell the truth.

 

  • He’s not afraid to speak his mind to stand up for himself or ask for what he wants.  This can be tough for some with Asperger’s.  They will assume that they will mess something up socially and will just shut up and take whatever comes their way.  I know that I’ve been guilty of that far too many times in my past.  NHL has been learning to speak up when he needs to, though.  Again, he will sometimes take this too far and speak up when silence would be best, but this is just him learning the social rules and regulations.  I’d rather him have to dial it back a bit than to think he shouldn’t speak up at all.

 

Part of me can’t wait to see how much NHL grows in another year.  However, another part of me doesn’t want him to grow up anymore.  That part of me just grew when I had to pour over old photos of NHL to compile a special video highlighting NHL’s growth.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you with the video while I cry over my baby growing up.  Happy birthday, NHL!

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