Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Dumb Blogger

The following is a semi-coherent recreation of the internal conversation a certain blogger had around lunchtime yesterday. 

Sweet.  New blasters. 

Crap, I don't have the money to buy that stuff. 

I have to buy one.  The best insert in the history of cardboard is in there somewhere. 

I can't.  I'll have to wait.  Maybe I can get some in trades this week.

I have to buy one.  Just one.  I need those inserts.  All of them.




Yes.  We both know who's in charge here.  And it ain't you.

Ok, just one then.

No, two.  I'm getting two.

No idiot.  Just one. 

I've already got two in the basket. 

You don't have a basket idiot.

You know what I mean.

Put one back.



I won't. 


Ok, I'll put one back.

Wait, you still have two. 

I know, I was going to get three.


I was on the second pack of the second blaster before I realized it was Gypsy Queen that had the Collision at the Plate inserts, not Heritage. 


I'll post the results tomorrow after I scan the cards. 


  1. And the title had me thinking it was about me!

  2. The title had me thinking it was about blogspot!

    I'm selfishly glad you made the mistake you did - excited to see the results as I won't be getting to Heritage for a little while.

  3. hilarious!

    it's always nice to know you are not alone in this little world.

  4. LOL.

    I fight with that guy all the time. He usually wins.

  5. That guy visits my world sometimes too. Only he makes me burn things. Just kidding.

    I do this all the time with 2012-13 Upper Deck Hockey. I guess knowing there will be no series II makes me justify it somehow in my feeble brain.

  6. The real question is, "where were you when you opened the blasters?" If the answer is, "in my car," then the red guy didn't really ever exist.

  7. Noooooooo

    You poor poor man....

  8. I have this internal monologue going on in my head too.

  9. I had a similar conversation last week involving 2013 Topps... but ended up walking away empty handed.

  10. I've had those conversations in aisle 21 at my Wal-Mart. When I start having them out loud is when I'll know I'm in serious trouble.

    But it's good to know that I'm not the only one who is going crazy.

    Looking forward to the scans..

  11. Funny stuff. I've had many similar conversations with myself!