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AuthorGeordie Tait

Geordie Tait began playing Magic in 1998, and went on to become one of the most popular StarCityGames.com columnists in the site's history. After a brief hiatus from the game, Geordie is back, and better than ever.

The Daily Shot: Don’t Call Me “Mister”

Let me tell you right now, friends (and I’m speaking, one somehow assumes, in the dynamic polytone voice of a backwoods Wonder Tonic huckster): This fellow Randy Buehler is a decent human being. But who is this so-called”Mister Buehler”?

The Daily Shot: Mea Culpa Soula Burna

Sometimes it pays to keep your mouth shut. I try to be a good strategy writer, but when you have a lot of blank space to fill you sometimes pepper your work with stream of consciousness snippets that aren’t exactly”tech.” In fact, some of the things said are damn near criminal.

The Daily Shot: What You NEED To Know About Magic Online

I played Asheron’s Call – I mean I played. Like”twelve hours per day, hook up a coffee IV and let it drip” played. And I know exactly how people rip you off in online games, and you need to know how they’ll screw you on MOL if you’re not careful.

The Daily Shot: Bogged Down In The Trenches

Playing the Counter-Trenches mirror is about as much fun as digging a ditch using only your face. It’s an exercise in attrition, with the winner determined by who gets more resources to work with. It’s not all luck, though.

The Daily Shot: Behold The Terror Of My Deck!


  • My deck is like a box of Raisin Bran. Every match consists of two scoops.

  • My deck is so good, Kamahl/Shower decks pay it protection money.

  • My deck is so amazing, it entered itself in a flight and already won me a box. It has a deck of its own that is better than yours.

  • Hollywood children go to bed at night and pray to God, Steven Spielberg, and my deck…and not in that order.

The Daily Shot: Why Mark Rosewater Ignored My Lance (Oh Yeah, And A Prerelease Report)

So I’m walking around some event and I see Mark Rosewater. Of course I march right up to him and whip out my Lance. He gives me a funny look, like he doesn’t understand why I’m showing him my Lance.
“Care to explain this?” I say, holding the Lance closer so that he can view it.”It’s bent,” he responds, shrugging his shoulders. I’m a little miffed at him ignoring the more obvious issue – the fact that my Lance is underpowered.