On Monday the happiest of sad days happened to me.
Dragon 359 arrived, still nearly pristine despite having been shoved into a tiny apartment mailbox.
After the first "WOOP" of excitement I just stood there, grinning like an idiot savant at the cover, taking it in. (Hey, I was RAISED on the art of Elmoore and the Hilderbrandts, what can I say?!) Then I realized that my wife & kids were staring at ME!
I tried to explain the situation to them, but alas, a mere 3 college degrees in Speech, Drama and Theatre are apparantly not enough to convey the sense of history, excitement, and loss that I felt from holding that issue in my hands.
After that, the momentessness of the issue hit ME. It took me a full day before I could unseal the plastic bag. I knew once I opened it there would be no going back. As long as it was still in the bag, I could keep my sense of anticipation. But I did unseal it, and I read it.
The sense of anticipation is now gone, but it has been replaced with a feeling of enjoyment for a job well done.
Good Job Paizo, and thank you for all of the work you have done the last few years.
And a CURSE on the pea-brained nit-wit who first came up with the lame-### idea that a flickering screen could possibly replace the printed page!
Now if you will excuse me, I am going to do something that I have rarely done in the many years I have been buying Dragon. Today I am going to go back and re-read the entire issue again, front to back.
You see, the first time I had something in my eyes,...
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