Improving the look of the Peng Challenge Thread

[Boo Radley]

We start by putting a big bag over Emrys' head. If you're afraid it might fall off... secure it with duct tape.
Or staples.
And Shaw shold wear a big, floppy hat. One that goes down to his ankles.
I'd say that's a good start.

And speaking of good starts...

The rules are as follows, you odiferous twit.
We don't like you or your little dog, either. You’re both a pair of ankle biters and the dog smells better.
We don't care about your opinions, even if you have any.
We will never, ever like you, but kiss up all you want.
Go away. Go far away. Let not the night find you where the day left you. Seek ye far horizons where we aren’t. And then keep going.
Still here? Damn. Very well, if you must post, try to show some wit and vinegar. Challenge someone. Operative word is ONE. Single one person out and construct a creative taunt to entice them to the field of battle. Anything less will be met with scorn, derision and more scorn… and then more derision. We believe that if something’s worth doing, it’s worth overdoing. Don’t bother the Olde Ones or the Knights or even the squires, for that matter. Challenge either an SSN like yourself, or a serf.
Sound off like ya got a pair. NOT about your pair, because we're not into miniatures.
The Ladies of the Pool are sacrosanct. Don't go there or you'll discover Coventry fast. Coventry you ask? It's our special way of dealing with those we really don't like.
Leave your personal hang-ups and prejudices at the door. We have no use for your mind numbing ignorance here.
If you do not have an E-mail address or a general location in your profile, you ain’t tall enough to ride this ride.
Now, if you understand and agree to all that’s been said here... SOD OFF!

[Michael Emrys]

That set of rules was really...very mediocre. But what can one expect from one who bastardizes a very mediocre song by a composer whose name isn't even worth remembering?

Michael

[Boo Radley]

That set of rules was really...very mediocre. But what can one expect from one who bastardizes a very mediocre song by a composer whose name isn't even worth remembering?

Michael

Are you talking about "Camptown Races"?
A song which has been in the lexicon of American folk music for over a century and a half?
Written by Stephen Foster?

So... what'd he do to piss you off, Michael? Steal your milk money at recess? Give you a wedgie during gym class?

[stikkypixie]

I would comment on the sub-par rules as well but I am too distraught by the fact that they stopped selling my favourite toothbrush.

[Nidan1]

Piffle!......................

[Redwolf]

Nothing improves your looks, people.

[Boo Radley]

I would comment on the sub-par rules as well but I am too distraught by the fact that they stopped selling my favourite toothbrush.

No they haven't.

http://us.st12.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/animalworldnetwork_2043_131994575

[Stuka]

I like cheese

[Stuka]

.......and beer......

[Stuka]

......why isn't there cheese flavoured beer?

[MrSpkr]

We start by putting a big plastic bag over Emrys' head. If you're afraid it might fall off... secure it with duct tape.
Or staples.

Fixed that for you.

And Shaw shold wear a big, floppy hat. One that goes down to his ankles.

Something like this, perhaps?

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/88/249859004_df1baa47cb.jpg

An odd request, but then again, I've never understood Ohioan fetishes.

Steve

[Boo Radley]

What are you doing with a picture of Sturmy in a big plastic bag?

Anything you'd care to discuss with the rest of us?

[stikkypixie]

......why isn't there cheese flavoured beer?

There is a chocolate flavoured beer, which is I've been told undrinkable. Banana beer however is not too bad.

[stikkypixie]

What are you doing with a picture of Sturmy in a big plastic bag?

Anything you'd care to discuss with the rest of us?

It's to keep him fresh, obviously.

[stikkypixie]

Piffle!......................

???Humbug???

[Stuka]

Who wants to wish me luck on my company paid, business class junket to Istanbul and Cyprus for tomorrow?

[Noba]

Who wants to wish me luck on my company paid, business class junket to Istanbul and Cyprus for tomorrow?

Nobody.

Noba.

[Stuka]

I don't need luck anyway...I MAKE MY OWN LUCK!

muahahahahaaaaaa!

[Michael Emrys]

I don't need luck anyway...I MAKE MY OWN LUCK!

muahahahahaaaaaa!

Probably why it sucks so badly.

Michael

[Boo Radley]

Who wants to wish me luck on my company paid, business class junket to Istanbul and Cyprus for tomorrow?

Time passes.
Crickets can be heard chirruping in the grass.
Somewhere a dog barks.
Eventually, Stuka quietly leaves the room.

[Homo ferricus]

This is supposed to be a place where improvement is frowned upon. What kind of place has the world become if a guy like me can't even listen to groggy old gamers dribble insults out of their mouths under the impression that it is witty and sharp, when, in actuality, it is utterly middle-class?

C'mon people, i've seen better rules and more impressive exchanges on ABC's Wife Swap.

[Nidan1]

And we should pay attention to what a mouth breather from Kali-Fornia says...why?

You Kali-Fornians are so lower middle class.

[Homo ferricus]

We are completely middle-class, with absolutely no pretentions about it. I used that phrase in the context of the British insult, or suggestion rather.

here I am, trying to praise you for your feats of counterproductivity, and here you are, waiting to strike like a retarded cobra, regardless of what I say.

I've learned my lesson, won't do it again.

[Boo Radley]

C'mon people, i've seen better rules and more impressive exchanges on ABC's Wife Swap.

So how'd that work out for you and Bubba?

[Nidan1]

We are completely middle-class, with absolutely no pretentions about it. I used that phrase in the context of the British insult, or suggestion rather.

here I am, trying to praise you for your feats of counterproductivity, and here you are, waiting to strike like a retarded cobra, regardless of what I say.

I've learned my lesson, won't do it again.

We don't need no stinken' praise from an SSN...feel free to jump into the Bay at your earliest convenience.

[Stuka]

Stuka quietly leaves the room.

...with a company paid business class ticket in one hand, a bloody mary served by the ever attentive stewardess in the other, a fat company per diem cheque in the back pocket and a 4 day junket to look forward too...

Hows the desk in your cubicle going to look today Boo? The same as it has for the last 15 years and the same it will look for the next 10? The ankle shackle is a nice touch though.....

[Joe Shaw]

...{snipped}...

here I am, trying to praise you for your feats of counterproductivity, and here you are, waiting to strike like a retarded cobra, regardless of what I say.

I've learned my lesson, won't do it again.Lad ... that's what we DO ... that's why we're here ... if this is the first opportunity you've had to determine that then you haven't been paying attention.

... much like Stuka if you think about it ...

Joe

[Stuka]

who said that?

[Boo Radley]

...with a company paid business class ticket in one hand, a bloody mary served by the ever attentive stewardess in the other, a fat company per diem cheque in the back pocket and a 4 day junket to look forward too...

Hows the desk in your cubicle going to look today Boo? The same as it has for the last 15 years and the same it will look for the next 10? The ankle shackle is a nice touch though.....

Well, let's see...

You're not here, so it looks pretty damn good.

Yessiree... pretty feckin' good.

[Stuka]

Well, let's see...

You're not here, so it looks pretty damn good.

Yessiree... pretty feckin' good.

You keep telling yourself that Sparky......i'm guess it must give you some comfort.

[Homo ferricus]

We don't need no stinken' praise from an SSN...

You may say that, but I know behind your keyboard there, you relish it to the point where you can't concentrate at work anymore. You love to let the rays of praise caress you as you soar blissfully in the sky that is your imagined success, like a young boy, soaking in the pleasure of finally receiving a pat on the back from his abusive alcoholic father.

[Boo Radley]

You keep telling yourself that Sparky......i'm guess it must give you some comfort.

Comfort knowing you're not here? I dare say!
And knowing that you can only be one place at any given time, Moondyne Joe, I'd be willing to say that 99.999% of the earth's population feels that same soul-satisfying comfort.
Why man, the very stones of the earth rejoice when your shadow fails to fall on them!

[Nidan1]

Dear Iron Homo/Stop

Sorry to hear you have a problem with alcohol/Stop

As indicated earlier....jump into the Bay/Stop

And while you are at it, Sod Off!!!/Stop

BTW, I never concentrate at work/Stop

Did you miss the School Bus this morning?/Stop

[Boo Radley]

Nidan1, why are you writing as if you were reading a telegram?
And unless he's into old movies, there's a good chance he won't know what you're doing.

And you should have said something like, "Why don't you pound yourself in the head with a ballpeen hammer and don't ever/Stop"

[Wolfp MkII]

So today is my 41st birthday, and as far as birthdays in a combat zone are concerned, it wasnt too bad.

I didnt get blown up, shot at, or otherwise assaulted by something or someone deadly; well, there is the issue of the KBR food, but I've grown immune.

Joe actually sent me a turn...Thanks Joe, its just what I wanted. You're too kind (he actually sent it yesterday, but he's old and forgetful; I'm sure he meant to send it today.)

My wife and mother both sent me birthday cakes

My wife...and not my mother...flashed me on the webcam. That was kinda cool.

The regimental co actually paid us a compliment...that almost ended 41 years of life, as I nearly died from shock.

Nidan1 is apparently channeling Sommering to attack some ne'er do well frequenting the thread. It has entertainment value.

Boo is still not so witty nor intelligent...Does consistency have a source? Yes, and its name is Boo Radley, which is strangely comforting.

And Stuka is on another one of his trips, which has every possibility of seeing him corkscrew into the ground from 40, 000 feet up...a tragedy to some, a gift for most.

Yep...not a bad day at all, and has all the potential of being better depending on Stuka's flight.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
I RIDE IN HUMVEES
ITS ONLY A MONTH 'TIL I GET HOOOOOOOOOME
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

[MrSpkr]

Happy birthday, wolfie. I hope you get what you deserve.

Perhaps Stuka can jump out of a cake for you or something.

Steve

[Joe Shaw]

Happy birthday, wolfie. I hope you get what you deserve.

Perhaps Stuka can jump out of a cake for you or something.

SteveNow MrSpkr, that's just MEAN ... it's all fine and good for Wolfp Mk II to suggest that Stuka crash and burn ... actually it's better than good, but to hope that Stuka jumps out of his birthday cake ... that's flat creepy.

Moretheless I too echo your birthday sentiments to Wolfp Mk II ... Happy Happy Happy ... Birthday Birthday Birthday ...

Joe

[Joe Shaw]

Forgive me lads, this post has no purpose save to move it to the top of the page so that SOME people {couSeanachaigh} are able to easily discern that it's the most recent ...

Sheesh ...

Joe

[Seanachai]

Forgive me lads, this post has no purpose save to move it to the top of the page so that SOME people {couSeanachaigh} are able to easily discern that it's the most recent ...

Sheesh ...

Joe

I SO regret every good thing I said about you in my mistaken postings in the previous thread, you bastard.

I will destroy you. See if I don't.

[Seanachai]

Shaw, you will immediately acknowledge that I am an Olde One of the Peng Challenge Thread.

Simple as that.

[Joe Shaw]

Shaw, you will immediately acknowledge that I am an Olde One of the Peng Challenge Thread.

Simple as that.Indeed ... you are an Olde One of the Peng Challenge Thread ... and simple ... I willingly acknowledge the truth of both statements.

Joe

[Seanachai]

Indeed ... you are an Olde One of the Peng Challenge Thread ... and simple ... I willingly acknowledge the truth of both statements.

Joe

All I ask...all I ask.

Sometimes...sometimes, it seems too much. Too much.

Sometimes, I wonder. Sometimes, Joe...

[Michael Emrys]

All I ask...all I ask.

Sometimes...sometimes, it seems too much. Too much.

Sometimes, I wonder. Sometimes, Joe...

Isn't meaningless repetition an early sign of Alzheimer's?

Michael

[Michael Emrys]

From today's Wiki:
Vithoba is a Hindu god, worshipped predominantly in the Indian states of Maharashtra, Karnataka and Andhra Pradesh. While generally considered a manifestation of the Hindu god Vishnu or his avatar Krishna, he is sometimes associated with the god Shiva, the Buddha or both. Vithoba is often depicted as a dark young boy, standing arms-akimbo on a brick, sometimes accompanied by his main consort Rakhumai (Rukmini). Vithoba is the focus of the monotheistic, non-brahminical Varkari sect of Maharashtra and the Haridasa sect of Karnataka. Vithoba's main temple stands at Pandharpur in Maharashtra, close to the Karnataka border. Vithoba legends revolve around his devotee Pundalik, who is credited with bringing the deity to Pandharpur, and around Vithoba's role as a saviour to the poet-saints of the Varkari faith. The Varkari poet-saints are known for their unique genre of devotional lyric, the abhanga, dedicated to Vithoba and composed in Marathi. Other devotional literature dedicated to Vithoba includes the Kannada hymns of the Haridasa, and Marathi versions of the generic Hindu arati songs, associated with rituals of offering light to the deity. Though the origins of both his cult and his main temple remain subjects of debate, there is clear evidence that they already existed by the 13th century.

Thought you'd all want to know.

Michael

[Joe Shaw]

All I ask...all I ask.

Sometimes...sometimes, it seems too much. Too much.

Sometimes, I wonder. Sometimes, Joe...Oh come now Seanachai, you can't expect me NOT to tee off on such a slow lob right over the plate.

Indeed one might suspect that you did it apurpose ...

Joe

[Boo Radley]

Boo Radley is strangely comforting.


You've been on the front line too damn long.

And Happy Birthday, you disturbing individual.

[Boo Radley]

Isn't meaningless repetition an early sign of Alzheimer's?
Isn't meaningless repetition an early sign of Alzheimer's?
Isn't meaningless repetition an early sign of Alzheimer's?
Isn't meaningless repetition an early sign of Alzheimer's?
Isn't meaningless repetition an early sign of Alzheimer's?
Isn't meaningless repetition an early sign of Alzheimer's?
Isn't meaningless repetition an early sign of Alzheimer's?

Michael

Why do you ask?

[Nidan1]

http://www.gsbkerala.com/gforms/vitthal2.jpg

Ooops...thought I was in the "Improving the look of CM Normandy" Thread.

Happy Birthday Wolfie.

[Joe Shaw]

http://www.gsbkerala.com/gforms/vitthal2.jpg

Right then, that's about enough of that Nidan1 ... we don't hold with that disgusting ... stuff here in the Peng Challenge Thread. You should know better.

Joe

[Lars]

Sometimes, I wonder.

Here, let me put your mind at rest.

You forgot to drink the bottle of rum, the bottle of vodka, the bottle of tequila and the bottle of port.

You did do a hell of a job on the wine (four bottles) but forgot the champagne in the frig.

There, you need wonder no more.

And yes, it'll all be gone before you can come back over.

[MrSpkr]

Here, let me put your mind at rest.

You forgot to drink the bottle of rum, the bottle of vodka, the bottle of tequila and the bottle of port.

You did do a hell of a job on the wine (four bottles) but forgot the champagne in the frig.

There, you need wonder no more.

And yes, it'll all be gone before you can come back over.
Lars, you rat bastard, I call you out. For too long you have hoarded alcohol, boasted of your infamous boat trips upon the lake (not even the Vikings could pull off a pale simulacrum of your antics); yet, while living in such circumstances, you have continued to fail to take advantage of the opportunities before your eyes. Why have I not heard of Seanachai or Foul Joe mysteriously disappearing during a visit to your humble abode? Why have you not employed dalem's head as a primary anchor for your boat (hell, it would be the first time anything dalem had held a job in ages)? How is it that Papa Khann still lives?

The answer, of course, is straightforward: you're a slacker. Oh yes, you can party and drink and spin about the pond in your motorboat, but when it comes to making a difference, to actually accomplishing something beneficial, you, sir, are a wanker, a complete and utter failure in life.

Given this fact, I will be shocked if you are able to accomplish sending me a setup, me USMC, you Syrians, random all else; however, a million monkeys at a million typewriters for a million years and all that.

Steve

P.S. Has anyone else noticed that the spell check function suggests that Seanachai be changed to Sancho? It's karma, I say, and loads of it.

[Joe Shaw]

Lars, you rat bastard, I call you out. For too long you have hoarded alcohol, boasted of your infamous boat trips upon the lake (not even the Vikings could pull off a pale simulacrum of your antics); yet, while living in such circumstances, you have continued to fail to take advantage of the opportunities before your eyes. Why have I not heard of Seanachai or Foul Joe mysteriously disappearing during a visit to your humble abode? Why have you not employed dalem's head as a primary anchor for your boat (hell, it would be the first time anything dalem had held a job in ages)? How is it that Papa Khann still lives?

The answer, of course, is straightforward: you're a slacker. Oh yes, you can party and drink and spin about the pond in your motorboat, but when it comes to making a difference, to actually accomplishing something beneficial, you, sir, are a wanker, a complete and utter failure in life.

Given this fact, I will be shocked if you are able to accomplish sending me a setup, me USMC, you Syrians, random all else; however, a million monkeys at a million typewriters for a million years and all that.

Steve

P.S. Has anyone else noticed that the spell check function suggests that Seanachai be changed to Sancho? It's karma, I say, and loads of it.Oh silly boy that you are MrSpkr, do you REALLY imagine that Lars is in possession of a computer that has enough firepower to play CMSF?

It is to laugh ... I could be wrong but I think when he wants to refresh his monitor he turns it upside down and shakes it ... if you get my drift.

Joe

[MrSpkr]

Oh silly boy that you are MrSpkr, do you REALLY imagine that Lars is in possession of a computer that has enough firepower to play CMSF?

It is to laugh ... I could be wrong but I think when he wants to refresh his monitor he turns it upside down and shakes it ... if you get my drift.

JoeThat's not a problem for me, Joe, it's a tactic.

Steve

[Joe Shaw]

That's not a problem for me, Joe, it's a tactic.

SteveWell yes, I imagine that for YOU having an opponent refuse your challenge since HE CAN'T PHYSICALLY ACCEPT IT would have to be the same as a Total Victory ... and likely the only chance you would have to get such a victory ... or any victory.

Joe

[Lars]

As much as it pains me to put these words to print, I must admit Shaw is right.

The ol beige box doesn't do CMSF. I await Win 7, and a stimulus check, before I upgrade.

[Michael Emrys]

...if you get my drift.

You can keep your damned dandruff to yourself, sirrah!

Michael

[Michael Emrys]

I await Win 7, and a stimulus check, before I upgrade.

What??? You, a wealthy slum landlord, capitalistic co-owner of a yacht, alcoholic exploiter of the worker, are too cheap to buy a crummy Windoze box? Slacker.

Michael

[Joe Shaw]

What??? You, a wealthy slum landlord, capitalistic co-owner of a yacht, alcoholic exploiter of the worker, ...{snipped}...

MichaelBy George you've captured the lad to a "T" ... well done.

Joe

[Michael Emrys]

Who's George? And what's he got to do with anything? Are you suggesting that I am having my posts ghost-written?

Michael

[Joe Shaw]

Who's George? And what's he got to do with anything? Are you suggesting that I am having my posts ghost-written?

MichaelOh sure Michael, deny him three times before the cock crows, and after all he's done for you.

Joe

[Stuka]

W00T!

My conference in Cyprus got cancelled at the last minute when the Iraqi delegates were ordered off their plane by their own government which means I am enjoying 2 full days in Istanbul on the company dime! Plus I get back to Qatar just in time for the weekend!

Not even Joe could depress me today!

[Michael Emrys]

Perhaps the Turkish secret police will mistake you for a Kurdish Seperatist and gun you down in the street. Now where did I put that phone number...

Michael

[Mace]

They might just gun him down regardless, a result of taking an instant dislike to the guy?

[Michael Emrys]

Works for me.

Michael

[Boo Radley]

They might just gun him down regardless, a result of taking an instant dislike to the guy?

With Stukes, there is no other kind of dislike.

[Lars]

What??? You, a wealthy slum landlord, capitalistic co-owner of a yacht, alcoholic exploiter of the worker, are too cheap to buy a crummy Windoze box? Slacker.

What???? You want me to buy it with my own money? Peasant.

Oh, wait a minute, the stimulus check was my own money...

Let me go out and come in again.

[rune]

Shaw, you will immediately acknowledge that I am an Olde One of the Peng Challenge Thread.

Simple as that.

Seanachai, you are old...

Granted not Emrys old, but neither is Mount Rushmore.

Will that suffice?

Rune

[Lars]

W00T!

My conference in Cyprus got cancelled at the last minute when the Iraqi delegates were ordered off their plane by their own government which means I am enjoying 2 full days in Istanbul on the company dime! Plus I get back to Qatar just in time for the weekend!

Not even Joe could depress me today!

Snow days must be made up in the summer.

[Joe Shaw]

W00T!

My conference in Cyprus got cancelled at the last minute when the Iraqi delegates were ordered off their plane by their own government which means I am enjoying 2 full days in Istanbul on the company dime! Plus I get back to Qatar just in time for the weekend!

Not even Joe could depress me today!You misspelled canceled.

Joe

[Wolfp MkII]

They might just gun him down regardless, a result of taking an instant dislike to the guy?

Maybe he'll exceed his per diem and end up in debtor's prison. One can hope.

[Michael Emrys]

Maybe he'll exceed his per diem and end up in debtor's prison. One can hope.

That's where big, sweaty, ugly, mean guys would toss his salad? Stukes is so cute they would probably form a line. He wouldn't lack for company. Sounds like a win/win to me.

Michael

[MrSpkr]

As much as it pains me to put these words to print, I must admit Shaw is right.

The ol beige box doesn't do CMSF. I await Win 7, and a stimulus check, before I upgrade.Sigh.

I should have suspected as much.

Tell you what, send me a CMAK setup (your computer CAN run CMAK, can't it?), and we'll see what we can do.

If that's too much, perhaps a nice game of minesweeper?

Steve

[Stuka]

The Turkish Police wouldn't dare take on your old Unca Stukey! So the chances of getting my salad tossed by any of Emrys' friends in prison are very slim indeed..

In other news I picked up a box of Bolivas Royal Coronas at Ataturk Airport Duty free so the old humidor is practically bursting at the seams with nicotine goodness.

[Boo Radley]

The Turkish Police wouldn't dare take on your old Unca Stukey!

I'd heard there was a dearth of hazmat uniforms and ten-foot poles in Turkey.

[Joe Shaw]

I'd heard there was a dearth of hazmat uniforms and ten-foot poles in Turkey.I frankly can't imagine there are too many ten footers in Warsaw, in hazmat suits or not.

Joe

[Stuka]

I frankly

Me Stuka, nice to meet you Frankly.

[Patchy]

Oooga Boooga!

[Boo Radley]

Me Stuka, nice to meet you Frankly.


Jeez, that was quite lame.

[Mace]

Jeez, that was quite lame.

Isn't that the reason to have him shot while in Turkey?

[Boo Radley]

pfffft!
Like we need a reason.

[Stuka]

At least Patchy got the joke, i'm not surprised to learn that it sailed right over the head's of Boo and Mace without even ruffling what little hair they have on their pointy little bonces.

[Michael Emrys]

Isn't that the reason to have him shot while in Turkey?

It would do for starters. Actually he should be shot on sight anywhere he is spotted.

I note that even the Australians now regard him as a national embarrassment.

Michael

[Mishga]

It's all so boring. Can we barbecue something?

[Boo Radley]

At least Patchy got the joke, i'm not surprised to learn that it sailed right over the head's of Boo and Mace without even ruffling what little hair they have on their pointy little bonces.

She was being kind to you.
Interesting that you don't even recognize pity when it's the only thing that's gotten you where you are today.

[Nidan1]

It's all so boring. Can we barbecue something?

Care to hop on the end of this skewer mate?

[Joe Shaw]

Care to hop on the end of this skewer mate?Actually Nidan1 I do believe that Mishga is a female person of the opposite sex and therefore entitled to be addressed as a Lady of the 'pool.

On the other hand I could be wrong, it's been a long weekend but at the end of said weekend I am triumphantly posting on a brand new, sparkling with the morning dew NEW computer!

That's right lads, your Beloved Justicar for Life of the Peng Challenge Thread has spent the weekend scouring the town for components and then building ... HIMSELF ... a new Intel i7 with 6 Gig RAM, GeForce 9800 GT (512) card and a 500 Meg HD ... HIMSELF ... AND IT WORKS!

Did I mention the new 22" LCD monitor? No ... well, my bad then.

As a result my turns may be delayed as I struggle through the installation of every program known to man and my data files ... but trust me lads, it'll be worth it ... well it'll be worth it to ME ... not so much to you probably.

Joe

[Nidan1]

Actually Nidan1 I do believe that Mishga is a female person of the opposite sex and therefore entitled to be addressed as a Lady of the 'pool.

On the other hand I could be wrong, it's been a long weekend but at the end of said weekend I am triumphantly posting on a brand new, sparkling with the morning dew NEW computer!

That's right lads, your Beloved Justicar for Life of the Peng Challenge Thread has spent the weekend scouring the town for components and then building ... HIMSELF ... a new Intel i7 with 6 Gig RAM, GeForce 9800 GT (512) card and a 500 Meg HD ... HIMSELF ... AND IT WORKS!

Did I mention the new 22" LCD monitor? No ... well, my bad then.

As a result my turns may be delayed as I struggle through the installation of every program known to man and my data files ... but trust me lads, it'll be worth it ... well it'll be worth it to ME ... not so much to you probably.

Joe

My bad, too lazy to look at each profile....soro, soro ****surei shimasu! Gomen nasai!

What!!!! this stoopid forum edits foreign words if they contain an English equivalent four letter sware word? Boy is that really dumb. Are we adults here or what?

[Leeo]

Obviously, No.

[Joe Shaw]

Obviously, No.Oh I don't know ... I think a good case could be made that you're a WHAT.

As in WHAT kind of jerk would take advantage of poor defenseless squishies with three, count 'em THREE T-72s.

As in WHAT kind of jerk would INSIST on continuing the game even when told ahead of time that his opponent faced a hopeless cause.

As in WHAT kind of jerk would continue to fire on poor, helpless ... have I mentioned that they were helpless ... Marines with TANK fire.

That kind of WHAT.

Joe

[Stuka]

Did I mention the new 22" LCD monitor?

Just what you need to observe your defeats in greater detail.

[Joe Shaw]

Just what you need to observe your defeats in greater detail.
Yours will be the last turn I send ... once I figure out how to get my turns done and sent on this new machine.

Joe

[Michael Emrys]

It's all so boring. Can we barbecue something?

Excellent idea! Let's throw a few Ozzies on the grill!

Michael

[Michael Emrys]

...I do believe that Mishga is a female person of the opposite sex...

I will leave the parsing of that statement to those interested in pursuing a degree by analyzing verbal confusions as a sign of advancing senility.

I will, however, point out the possibility that this Mishga person might be male and, oh, gay for instance. Or not as the case may be. Until said Mishga person chooses to declare his or her gender, we should regard the question as still open.

I will further point out that a proper Justicar would have taken such possibilities into consideration and ruled accordingly. Too bad we don't have one.

Michael

[Michael Emrys]

My bad, too lazy to look at each profile....soro, soro ****surei shimasu! Gomen nasai!

What!!!! this stoopid forum edits foreign words if they contain an English equivalent four letter sware word? Boy is that really dumb. Are we adults here or what?

Given your highly suspect nature, the system has probably flagged you for more careful and thorough censoring. Who knows what filth might lay camouflaged within a seemingly innocent collection of syllables. I suspect a large caliber bullet fired just behind the ear at close range is in your near future.

Michael

[Mace]

Excellent idea! Let's throw a few Ozzies on the grill!

I wouldn't if I was you. You know fire and alcohol don't mix.

[Stuka]

Emrys and reality don't mix, thats for sure.

[Nidan1]

Emrys is so universally loathed, that even his most strongest detracters will not even honor his death wish.

[stikkypixie]

Emrys is not worth a forum meme.

[Stuka]

Emrys is not worth a forum meme.
But he is worth a forum mumu....... this print is Emrys' favourite as it brings out the red in his eyes

http://i161.photobucket.com/albums/t240/Glenn_Allan66/9.jpg

[Joe Shaw]

I will leave the parsing of that statement to those interested in pursuing a degree by analyzing verbal confusions as a sign of advancing senility.

I will, however, point out the possibility that this Mishga person might be male and, oh, gay for instance. Or not as the case may be. Until said Mishga person chooses to declare his or her gender, we should regard the question as still open.

I will further point out that a proper Justicar would have taken such possibilities into consideration and ruled accordingly. Too bad we don't have one.

Michael
Let's see what we shall see, shall we Michael?

In the third place, her occupation is listed as "Housewife" ... now granted some have chosen to be less than fully truthful in the past with regard to their public profile, but I have it on unimpeachable authority that she is ... in fact ... a SHE!

So there!

Joe

[Michael Emrys]

...her occupation is listed as "Housewife" ...

Since that information was not posted at the time I checked it before writing my post, I claim conspiracy to place me at an unfair disadvantage. Or something...

...now granted some have chosen to be less than fully truthful in the past with regard to their public profile...

Yer durn tootin' they have!

...but I have it on unimpeachable authority that she is ... in fact ... a SHE!

Oh? And just precisely what would this authority consist of? Have you ever given the person in question a thorough gynecological examination? (Not that I would ever believe your claims in this regard in any case.)

Michael

[Boo Radley]

I wouldn't if I was you. You know fire and alcohol don't mix.

Sure they do. Many times in a quite spectacular way.

[Bugged]

No, no, no. No Aussies on the fire. We need to maintain a low flame. I don't want my marshmallow to burn.

[Boo Radley]

No, no, no. No Aussies on the fire. We need to maintain a low flame. I don't want my marshmallow to burn.

Just stand 20 or 30 feet away.

You'd want to because of the vile smell anyways.

[Seanachai]

Here, let me put your mind at rest.

You forgot to drink the bottle of rum, the bottle of vodka, the bottle of tequila and the bottle of port.

You did do a hell of a job on the wine (four bottles) but forgot the champagne in the frig.

There, you need wonder no more.

And yes, it'll all be gone before you can come back over.

There was a bottle of champagne in the fridge? You...utter bastard.

Tequila is for the young and stupid, vodka is for the weak or Slavic, and I did drink the rum. Don't you pay any goddamn attention at all?

But that you let me leave your house the other night, without giving me the champagne... mind you, I drank the hell out of the wine, and I was seriously having trouble breathing... but Lars.

You have earned my displeasure.

I will offset that with the fact that you were a great host.

But I will then combine it with the fact that you would not ally with me to destroy Papa Khann, and that, in fact, I spent the last 4 hours of the game completely fecking gelded, reduced to a bloody cipher in the game, and that even though I turned against Dalem at the end to try and cast the game into your lap, and you never told me there was champagne...

Well, lad. It makes me sad.

[Michael Emrys]

Well, lad. It makes me sad.

You're Irish. You're supposed to be sad. Better yet, melancholic. It gives you an excuse to drink.

Michael

[Seanachai]

P.S. Has anyone else noticed that the spell check function suggests that Seanachai be changed to Sancho? It's karma, I say, and loads of it.

You post where Berli and Peng post, and you raise an eyebrow when the spell check suggests 'Sancho' when my name comes up?

Hey, boss! This neo-con whore wants to talk to you! I told him you got standards, but he says he belongs here, you know? I remember him, he was stupid a lot, but I remember him. Stupid, most of the time. But I remember him.

Seanachai waits for a response

Lawyer boy, Satan says he doesn't like you, and the Cisco Kid doesn't want to talk to you, and you need to buy me some wine, eh, if we're going to talk some more.

So, you gonna buy me some wine, or just talk big like you're buying, without putting something down on the bar?

I notice you're making fun of my donkey, and mock how I'm all raggedy, and have your eyes fixed on the fact that I'm just a poor, tattered beggar who posts here, eh?

Shine your shoes, lawyer, sir? You got some gardening to do? Maybe some roof work, last hailstorm, maybe do some remodeling, no permit?

Yeah, boyo. I'm Sancho. I know where the Windmills are. I know what loyalty means. And I know where laughter lies.

[Seanachai]

Seanachai, you are old...

Will that suffice?

Rune

Yes.

Goddess be my witness, I'm being given the notice that my goddamn post is 'too short'.

What the hell does that mean?

[Michael Emrys]

Goddess be my witness, I'm being given the notice that my goddamn post is 'too short'.

What the hell does that mean?

It means something that politicians have known since Noah stepped off the boat: that God favors the long-winded.

Michael

[Seanachai]

It's all so boring. Can we barbecue something?

We need more to work with. How do you want him prepared?

[Seanachai]

Emrys is so universally loathed, that even his most strongest detracters will not even honor his death wish.

Just to make a point: 'most strongest' sounds like you learned English in a refugee camp. Are you drunk, or what?

And, to make another, I would honour his death wish if he has one. If I can.

A simple thing, and nothing to break the jollity levity of this place.

Nidan, you buffoon! Are you now going to tell us how you are the 'biggest best great guy ever', or are you going to review the English language and contemplate using it properly?

[Seanachai]

It means something that politicians have known since Noah stepped off the boat: that God favors the long-winded.

Michael

So, I win then, eh?

About bloody fecking time. I thought I was going to have to simply outlive you pack of simians to achieve happiness. But now, knowing that the deck has been rigged to favour those with my peculiar and precise peculiarity of being able to go on at some length, I can rest assured that I will eventually enjoy the administrations of a passel of maidens of every persuasion, while Bob Dylan or Richard Shindell, or some such other folk singer sings his songs in the background, and I will have arrived in some recognized value of 'Paradise'.

What more could I ask? Women currently abhor me, and men hate me even more. While that is a consummation devoutly to be wished for, it didn't address the immediate concern of dancing on the edge of forever.

So, what you seem to be saying to me is, that I will be given the right to judge, break and damn everyone I need to, on the basis my ability to chew gum and post here at almost endless length?

Good. That's good.

And I will make and defend a place where my Small Friends can dance, and laugh, in this world.

Never could dance.

But I can laugh. Hear me laugh.

Do any of you fools think you can laugh like I can laugh?

[Yeknodathon]

I'm sure I heard Leonard Cohen...

[Stuka]

Do any of you fools think you can laugh like I can laugh?

That was you laughing?

I thought it was a Baboon hooting.

[Seanachai]

I'm sure I heard Leonard Cohen...

Did you?

I'm going to die without hearing him that final time. Can't afford it. It makes me sad.

I take comfort in coming here and listening to the howls and bellowings of you lot. And the brayings. Let us never forget the brayings.

Sometimes, the braying sings me to sleep...

Of course, I wake up eventually, and think to myself, 'What the feck was that awful goddamn noise I heard before I went to sleep'??

And then I think, 'It was life, lad. It was all part of being alive'.

And then I go back to sleep.

Feck it. I can't paddle yet, and the chances of getting another job before America opens it's eyes open wide, and realizes that The End Is Not Yet, are pretty much ****e.

But I abide.

Poorly.

[Seanachai]

That was you laughing?

I thought it was a Baboon hooting.

Yeah, fool, that was me. I'm a short, fat bastard. I posture a lot. But I've got polished canines, and a wit bigger than yours.

I checked. Both. God bless Charles Darwin, you Aussie feck.

When you gonna come to Minneapolis?

[Michael Emrys]

So, what you seem to be saying to me is, that I will be given the right to judge, break and damn everyone I need to, on the basis my ability to chew gum and post here at almost endless length?

No. But I am saying that if you were to run for some office or other, no one would think it remarkable that you are pretty much undistinguishable from the rest of the pack of corrupt animals who are running this world into the ground. Perhaps a trifle more amusing though.

Michael

[Mace]

Just stand 20 or 30 feet away.

You'd want to because of the vile smell anyways.

Isn't it about time you showered then?

[Mace]

No, no, no. No Aussies on the fire. We need to maintain a low flame. I don't want my marshmallow to burn.

And I don't want to get covered in soot, and I don't want burn marks on my levis...and I don't want my stubby holder to get too warm because it'll make my beer warm too....and we wouldn't want that.

[Stuka]

When you gonna come to Minneapolis?

It is one of my fonder wishes to break cigars with you and partake of the silverware trashing ceremony.

As to when, feck knows......

[Lars]

There was a bottle of champagne in the fridge? You...utter bastard.

Tequila is for the young and stupid, vodka is for the weak or Slavic, and I did drink the rum. Don't you pay any goddamn attention at all?

But that you let me leave your house the other night, without giving me the champagne... mind you, I drank the hell out of the wine, and I was seriously having trouble breathing... but Lars.

You have earned my displeasure.

I will offset that with the fact that you were a great host.

But I will then combine it with the fact that you would not ally with me to destroy Papa Khann, and that, in fact, I spent the last 4 hours of the game completely fecking gelded, reduced to a bloody cipher in the game, and that even though I turned against Dalem at the end to try and cast the game into your lap, and you never told me there was champagne...

Well, lad. It makes me sad.

I did tell you. I even showed you the bottle. The Pinot Noir champagne? Ring a bell?

Granted, you had bigger problems at the time I showed it to you.

Next time. Next time we really kill Papa Kahn, and then drink champagne. Oh yes, next time...

[Boo Radley]

But, to be fair, he'd already done 4 bottles of wine at that point and he's not used to bottles, being a "box-o-wine" kind of guy.

And really... a Pinot Noir on a sterno palate?

[Michael Emrys]

...I don't want my stubby holder to get too warm...

Isn't this an oblique thingy reference?

Michael

[Boo Radley]

Isn't this an oblique thingy reference?

Michael

Who knows? It's from an Aussie. Their whole language is like something based on what would happen if Lewis Carroll and Jerry Garcia collaborated on a random word generator program.

[Yeknodathon]

Did you?

Yes, I'm quite sure it was Leonard Cohen...

[leafing through the Paddock Book of the Leonard's Finest Nerologically Challenging Ditties]

... yes, quite certain

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw me bathing on the roof
Me beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
You tried some verse but it were flat
And then enticed me with da pointy hat
And from your lips you drew the Honkey-hoo-haa

Honkey-hoo-haa, Honkey-hoo-haa
Honkey-hoo-haa, Honkey-hoo-haa

[Mace]

A stubby is a type of beer bottle you nongy bastages! Not a thingy!!!

[Mace]

Honkey-hoo-haa, Honkey-hoo-haa
Honkey-hoo-haa, Honkey-hoo-haa

I'm certain that wasn't included in any of Leonard Cohen's lyrics?!

[Boo Radley]

Yes, I'm quite sure it was Leonard Cohen...

[leafing through the Paddock Book of the Leonard's Finest Nerologically Challenging Ditties]



"Nerologically Challenging"?

Challenging the logic of Nero?

That should be easy.

[Stuka]

Well, well, well, wednesday already! Lucky for me i've taken tomorrow off for a well deserved long weekend break in Dubai and i'm NOT taking the laptop so all you useless twits (yes, i'm looking at you Emrys) will have to try and cope with your grey little lives for 3 days until I return and brighten things up with more tales of how great I am.

However I will be drinking tonight so there may yet be some glittering pearls of wisdom for you all to enjoy before I depart.

[Boo Radley]

Well, well, well, wednesday already! Lucky for me i've taken tomorrow off for a well deserved long weekend break in Dubai and i'm NOT taking the laptop so all you useless twits (yes, i'm looking at you Emrys) will have to try and cope with your grey little lives for 3 days until I return and brighten things up with more tales of how great I am.

However I will be drinking tonight so there may yet be some glittering pearls of wisdom for you all to enjoy before I depart.

Let me get this straight... you're taking Thursday off to get a jump on the weekend? Short jump if it means going back into work on Friday.

Three days without you? Swell. Plenty of time to get the locks changed.

Tales of how great you are? Psychotic Fantasy is such a narrow genre, don't you think?

[Stuka]

Gimpoid, friday and saturday are Islamic weekends as any normal person will know but.....well....it is you after all so....yeah.

[Boo Radley]

Gimpoid, friday and saturday are Islamic weekends as any normal person will know but.....well....it is you after all so....yeah.

pfffft!

Pin-headed dweeb. I'm a proud Murican. What do I care about weird goobernational customs.

[Leeo]

I am goobernationally challenged. I yam what I yam. I believe in socialist deficit spending. I pee with regularity. I laugh a lot. I drink a lot. I think about you lot very little.

Nidan and I are slowly coming to grips with the fact I have assault helicopters.

MrSpkr is now trying to wend his way into the heart of darkness.

Boo and I are searching for each other in a dense, rainy wood (much like Oregon). I'm confident of victory in this meeting engagement.

My Liege, the ever inebriated and tobacco-stained Stukes is coming to the realization that I have lots of flesh, metal, and HE to throw his way.

Oh, and my Syrian clanktankerous claptraps of doom spanked the holey bejeebus out of Shaw's jarheads. He must get tired of playing the drum to my instruments of percussionist doom.

In other news, I snore.

[Joe Shaw]

...{righteously snipped on grounds of it not mentioning ME}...
Oh, and my Syrian clanktankerous claptraps of doom spanked the holey bejeebus out of Shaw's jarheads. He must get tired of playing the drum to my instruments of percussionist doom.

In other news, I snore. Well SURE ... when you've got great honking, clanking mechanical monsters with INCHES of armor and I've got nothin' but some cheap, aluminum siding armored LAVs ... and my Squishies of course ... none of whom could get into the LAVs to retrieve AT weapons SINCE THE LAVs WERE ALL FLAMING WRECKS on the first turn.

But by all means preen and boast of your GREAT victory ... I've already sent another setup and this time I'M the Syrians.

You Swine ...

Joe

[Michael Emrys]

In other news, I am a snore.

That's hardly news.

Michael

[Boo Radley]

Boo and I are searching for each other in a dense, rainy wood (much like Oregon). I'm confident of victory in this meeting engagement.

Except, seeing as how it's you, I'm not looking very hard.

We've all made a very snug camp, where we're quite comfy. Every now and then, one of the lads walks out to the edge of the campsite and very quietly whispers, "Oh Leeeeeeo... LeeeeeoLeeeeeoLeeeeeo... Where are you?" and then comes back to the campfire and grabs another brewski, much to the merriment of the other troops.

With any luck, your guys will grow weary tramping through the mud and brush and they'll start to get cranky what with all the rain and the wet branches slapping them in the face and cold water running down the backs of their necks and everything, and in their pain and frustration will begin shooting each other.

You can almost hear Sun Tzu saying, "When fighting Leeeeeo, it is best not to try too hard and let him defeat himself. Relax. Put on some tunes."

Wise words indeed.

[Nidan1]

Gimpoid, friday and saturday are Islamic weekends as any normal person will know but.....well....it is you after all so....yeah.

Does that mean Christians have to work on Sunday? Or is it all overtime? or do you work at all? When are these people going to realize that your company is milking them for all they are worth?

[stikkypixie]

stikky can't parallel park.

[MrSpkr]

You post where Berli and Peng post, and you raise an eyebrow when the spell check suggests 'Sancho' when my name comes up?

Hey, boss! This neo-con whore wants to talk to you! I told him you got standards, but he says he belongs here, you know? I remember him, he was stupid a lot, but I remember him. Stupid, most of the time. But I remember him.

Seanachai waits for a response

Lawyer boy, Satan says he doesn't like you, and the Cisco Kid doesn't want to talk to you, and you need to buy me some wine, eh, if we're going to talk some more.

The bastards are probably still awaiting their cut of commissions. Meanwhile, who gets stuck evicting the widows, the orphans, the elderly or infirm from their vastly overpriced palatial hovels this cold, dreary winter? That's right, yours truly. Do I get any appreciation for increasing the sum total of human misery in this world? Any consideration for the long hours I put in, listening to innumerable people seeking <snicker> justice in the world? Hearing of their failed relationships, their unfaithful spouses, their despicable slum lords (I'm looking at YOU, Lars), their infirm, incompetent, incontinent parents, their disputes with credit card agencies, realtors, bankers, bakers, and candlestick makers?

No. Of course not. Because, you see, it's all about them. They could give a crazy rat's arse (or even an Elijah Meeks' arse in a tree) about these worldly concerns.

And that's okay. Because that's just they way they are. It is an innate characteristic; one that could not be changed even if they desired to do so.

But then, there is you. You, of all the Olde Ones, are burdened with sentiment. You, in a word, care.

Of the Olde Ones, you alone spare a tear for the downtrodden. You alone can be bothered to climb upon your windmills and smile.

Of course, your smile often has more to do with whom you are pissing upon at the time, but still -- you smile.

So, you gonna buy me some wine, or just talk big like you're buying, without putting something down on the bar?

Shall I try to impress you with a 2007 Gallo? Or would it matter? Perhaps a November bottle of Mad Dog 20/20? A half-empty bottle of drain cleaner from the office? Would it matter? Is it truly the alcohol you are seeking, or the fact of the gift itself?

Yeah, boyo. I'm Sancho. I know where the Windmills are. I know what loyalty means. And I know where laughter lies.

Seanachai, I still look forward to the day that I will make my way up to Minniehaha that we may carouse at a hole in the wall tavern (likely one with the classic maroon asphalt siding over cinder block construction); that we may laugh, share stories, and drink cheap beer and whiskey.

Yes, we shall do these things, then, as the evening grows late, we shall stagger out of the establishment whilst belting out drinking songs from the old country. Perhaps, as we pass into the shadows beneath an interstate overpass, we shall even share a cheap bottle of wine held in a plain paper bag.

Then, me laddy, we will toast the Olde Ones; we will lament their aloof spirits, and we will cackle wildly in the night.

Steve

[Boo Radley]

stikky can't parallel park.

You're kidding, right?

I thought all you people had over there were those tiny, 1/2 scale model circus clown cars, with the equivalent of a lawn mower motor and tires the size of dinner plates.
Hell, you should be able to lift the damn thing and put it in a parking spot.
Well... a normal sized person.
Not some fey, whisper-thin, beret-wearing toe-dancer like yourself.

[Michael Emrys]

Meanwhile, who gets stuck evicting the widows, the orphans, the elderly or infirm from their vastly overpriced palatial hovels this cold, dreary winter? That's right, yours truly. Do I get any appreciation for increasing the sum total of human misery in this world? Any consideration for the long hours I put in, listening to innumerable people seeking <snicker> justice in the world? Hearing of their failed relationships, their unfaithful spouses, their despicable slum lords (I'm looking at YOU, Lars), their infirm, incompetent, incontinent parents, their disputes with credit card agencies, realtors, bankers, bakers, and candlestick makers?

Somewhere a violin is scratching its way through a rendition of "Hearts And Flowers".

Michael

[Boo Radley]

Somewhere a violin is scratching its way through a rendition of "Hearts And Flowers"...



... while Emrys, rose clenched tightly between his mail order dentures, madly dances the tarantella.

[Bugged]

stikky can't parallel park.

You're kidding, right?

I thought all you people had over there were those tiny, 1/2 scale model circus clown cars, ...

Actually, he was referring to his tricycle. Very sad.

[Michael Emrys]

Actually, he was referring to his tricycle. Very sad.

I thought he had finally graduated to a bike. With training wheels, of course.

Michael

[MrSpkr]

From another thread (http://www.battlefront.com/community/showthread.php?t=86526):

I've just seen this bug in a PBEM game I'm playing. I called in air support, bullets are fired which make a 90° turn mid air before striking their target.
Stikkypixie, the bullets aren't turning due to some programming error. This is neither a bug nor a feature. Simply put (in deference to certain other participants in the MBT (I'm looking at YOU, Boo)), the game abhors your very existence and is attempting to discourage you from further play.

Like many of us here, CMSF's AI would prefer that you give up the game and resume your former life's work, i.e., hiding in your mom's basement and posting unintentionally humorous personal ads (http://whywomenhatemen.blogspot.com/2008/09/young-and-cheesy.html) on the Internet in what will ultimately be a futile attempt to locate a mate.

Or at least, to suffer humiliating rejection from real live girl.

Steve

[stikkypixie]

From another thread (http://www.battlefront.com/community/showthread.php?t=86526):


Stikkypixie, the bullets aren't turning due to some programming error. This is neither a bug nor a feature. Simply put (in deference to certain other participants in the MBT (I'm looking at YOU, Boo)), the game abhors your very existence and is attempting to discourage you from further play.

Like many of us here, CMSF's AI would prefer that you give up the game and resume your former life's work, i.e., hiding in your mom's basement and posting unintentionally humorous personal ads (http://whywomenhatemen.blogspot.com/2008/09/young-and-cheesy.html) on the Internet in what will ultimately be a futile attempt to locate a mate.

Or at least, to suffer humiliating rejection from real live girl.

Steve

I like to think it's my raw charisma that turned, what would otherwise be a horrible miss from that pilot's plane, into a battle-changing direct hit.
But explaining violations against the very fabric of space-time is one thing, understanding why a anyone would spend their day reading personal ads of cheese obsessed young men is beyond me.

[Boo Radley]

(I'm looking at YOU, Boo))
Steve

Stop looking at me. I find your interest very creepy.

Very creepy.

[Joe Shaw]

Stop looking at me. I find your interest very creepy.

Very creepy.Oh stop whining ... if you can't stand up to a little virtual look you're not the man I thought you were ... and I never thought you much of a man so the bar's pretty low on that.

As probably the only one who's been exposed (you should excuse the expression) to the ACTUAL direct gaze of MrSpkr I believe I can speak with some authority on the subject.

It's not quite as bad as you suggest though the addition of the drool on the chin does make it disconcerting.

Joe

[Boo Radley]

Oh stop whining ... if you can't stand up to a little virtual look you're not the man I thought you were ... and I never thought you much of a man so the bar's pretty low on that.

As probably the only one who's been exposed (you should excuse the expression) to the ACTUAL direct gaze of MrSpkr I believe I can speak with some authority on the subject.

It's not quite as bad as you suggest though the addition of the drool on the chin does make it disconcerting.

Joe

Yes, yes, yes, we know. You've actually SEEN MrSpkr. You faced the gorgon and lived to tell the tale.
You remind me of those characters in all the old black and white horror films who are an integral part of the exposition and invariably inhabit either a run down dock or a back stool in a run down bar. He's always drunk and half mad and relies on the charity of strangers who treat him like a harmless, albeit addle-pated clown.

Any of this hitting home yet, Sparky?

Normally he's missing half his teeth and usually a leg and one of the protagonists will call on him to describe just what he saw "out there".
Then, after he's mumbled some fantastic story of death, mayhem and destruction, which always ends with a pleading whine for booze, everyone will laugh at him and mock him and generally discount everything he's said.

Of course he's proved right in the end, but he's still a pathetic and icky piece of business.

[Joe Shaw]

Yes, yes, yes, we know. You've actually SEEN MrSpkr. You faced the gorgon and lived to tell the tale.
You remind me of those characters in all the old black and white horror films who are an integral part of the exposition and invariably inhabit either a run down dock or a back stool in a run down bar. He's always drunk and half mad and relies on the charity of strangers who treat him like a harmless, albeit addle-pated clown.

Any of this hitting home yet, Sparky?

Normally he's missing half his teeth and usually a leg and one of the protagonists will call on him to describe just what he saw "out there".
Then, after he's mumbled some fantastic story of death, mayhem and destruction, which always ends with a pleading whine for booze, everyone will laugh at him and mock him and generally discount everything he's said.

Of course he's proved right in the end, but he's still a pathetic and icky piece of business.
I have NOT lost half my ... wait a minute, how many teeth are there ... hang on a sec ... okay, I have NOT lost half my teeth.

Having demolished a KEY aspect of your fantastic tale I have therefore instilled doubt in the rest of your story.

Besides in YOUR story you're the whiny little girl who's frightened of her own shadow and, sure enough, she's the one that gets the knife through the forehead pretty much the second they walk through the door.

So there ...

Joe

[Boo Radley]

I have NOT lost half my ... wait a minute, how many teeth are there ... hang on a sec ... okay, I have NOT lost half my teeth.

Having demolished a KEY aspect of your fantastic tale I have therefore instilled doubt in the rest of your story.

Besides in YOUR story you're the whiny little girl who's frightened of her own shadow and, sure enough, she's the one that gets the knife through the forehead pretty much the second they walk through the door.

So there ...

Joe

Wait a minute... am I the one who gets half naked?

[Joe Shaw]

Wait a minute... am I the one who gets half naked?Well, yeah but you're not one of the cute girls who really get naked ... THEN get the knife through the forehead.

You know, it's not like you're topless or anything ... and it's important to the storyline. And really, as whiny and cowardly as you are no one really notices.

Joe

[Boo Radley]

Well screw that! That doesn't sound like much fun at all.
You know, when it comes to directing ability, you make Ed Wood look like Spielberg!

[Joe Shaw]

Well screw that! That doesn't sound like much fun at all.
You know, when it comes to directing ability, you make Ed Wood look like Spielberg!You didn't ask for direction, you asked a question. I answered as a Producer.

As a Director I'd tell you that your motivation is that you're desperate for attention and love and willing to sacrifce anything and everything, up to and including your virtue to any remotely huminoid body up to and including the dweeb in the short sleeved shirt with a pocket protector and taped glasses who knows all the arcane details but is incapable of dealing with any sort of physical challenge ... think of him as ... well ... you.

Sadly your efforts to gain his attention are hijacked by the blond in the tight sweater ... apparently the dweeb thinks he's really hot.

Your sooner than later death is really a sort of release and as the knife makes its way into your brain I want to see an expression on your face that reflects a wistful but ultimately desired ending to a sad and forlorn life ... much like your own.

Joe

[Nidan1]

You are all f'ing nuts...

I just learned that the last living member of my father's immediate family has just passed away. My aunt Margie was 99 years old..God bless her. My father, his three brothers and three sisters are all now gone. I have four cousins from that side of the family, but I have only seen one of them recently, he is living in Florida and was looking after my Aunt.

Margie was the oldest of the Meyer siblings and she outlived them all. My father was the oldest of the boys, his two younger brothers died before he did. My uncle Eugene was killed in North Africa in 1943, my Uncle Charlie Died in 1980, My Dad in 1985, My Aunt Cecilia in 1992, the youngest of the family, my aunt Dorothy died in 2004. I just feels weird when I think about it...I remember Christmas get togethers at my Aunt Margie's house when I was small, the whole family would come..now all of the Aunts and Uncles are gone.

[MrSpkr]

You are all f'ing nuts...

I just learned that the last living member of my father's immediate family has just passed away. My aunt Margie was 99 years old..God bless her. My father, his three brothers and three sisters are all now gone. I have four cousins from that side of the family, but I have only seen one of them recently, he is living in Florida and was looking after my Aunt.

Margie was the oldest of the Meyer siblings and she outlived them all. My father was the oldest of the boys, his two younger brothers died before he did. My uncle Eugene was killed in North Africa in 1943, my Uncle Charlie Died in 1980, My Dad in 1985, My Aunt Cecilia in 1992, the youngest of the family, my aunt Dorothy died in 2004. I just feels weird when I think about it...I remember Christmas get togethers at my Aunt Margie's house when I was small, the whole family would come..now all of the Aunts and Uncles are gone.
My condolences, Nidan. I lost both of my remaining grandparents last year. We spent every holiday at their house, and I spent innumerable weekends with them. It is an aching void to which one can never quite become accustomed.

Steve

[Boo Radley]

Fred,

I'm very sorry to hear about the loss of your aunt. That blows, man.
That generation is fading away too fast for my tastes.
Keep their memories alive with all the younger ones in your clan.
I'll raise a glass in her memory.

Rob

[Hiram Sedai]

Nidan1, I don't know you in real life but my thoughts and prayers are with you.

- Mike

[Michael Emrys]

Now, back to business.

Like many of us here, CMSF's AI would prefer that you give up the game and resume your former life's work, i.e., hiding in your mom's basement and posting unintentionally humorous personal ads (http://whywomenhatemen.blogspot.com/2008/09/young-and-cheesy.html) on the Internet in what will ultimately be a futile attempt to locate a mate.

Or at least, to suffer humiliating rejection from real live girl.

What makes you imagine that he's interested in girls? So far the indications are that the fair sex has been spared the indignities of his attentions. Let's hope for the sake of what is left of the purity of the gene pool that that situation continues.

Michael

[Stuka]

That blows man.

Boo, can't you be serious for a second?

Fred, i'm sorry to hear your news, condolences big fella.

[stikkypixie]

Sad to hear that Fred. Life can truly suck sometimes.

[stikkypixie]

Now, back to business.



What makes you imagine that he's interested in girls? So far the indications are that the fair sex has been spared the indignities of his attentions. Let's hope for the sake of what is left of the purity of the gene pool that that situation continues.

Michael

I am a mere vessels for genes from times long gone by.

[Stuka]

genes that should have been spilled upon the earth instead, the earth then salted so that nothing should ever grow....

[Nidan1]

Nidan1, I don't know you in real life but my thoughts and prayers are with you.

- Mike

Thanks for the kind words.

[Joe Shaw]

Thanks for the kind words.Well just don't count on it continuing ... we're cutting you some slack due to your berverm ... breverm ... sadness, but that's going to be short lived indeed when we remember that, as fine people as your people were, you personally are a swine and deserving of nothing more than the back of our hand.

Joe

Hang in there guy, tough times I know

p.s. Did I mention that you're a swine?

[Nidan1]

Interesting, The Justicar has a soft side, and It's not just the mush in his skull either.

[Michael Emrys]

Interesting, The Justicar has a soft side, and It's not just the mush in his skull either.

True. It seems like even Viagra™ has given up on him.

Michael

[Boo Radley]

Boo, can't you be serious for a second?

Yes, I can.
And I was.
But never with you, because in this comedy we call life, you are the Ritz Brothers. You are Charlie Callis. You are Huntz Hall.

[MrSpkr]

You are Charlie Callis. You are Huntz Hall.
Funny -- I always thought of him as the Rick Ducommun of Oddstraylya -- an overweight, second rate goober nationite with little talent and an overinflated opinion of himself.

Steve

[Yeknodathon]

With every utterance from Boo I get this very urgent need to slather peanut butter on live flesh...

[Nidan1]

With every utterance from Boo I get this very urgent need to slather peanut butter on live flesh...

Watch out for the salmonella.

[MrSpkr]

Watch out for the salmonella.
Nidan, that's not a bug, its a feature.

Steve

[Joe Shaw]

Nidan, that's not a bug, its a feature.

Steve
I've just about HAD it with you pal ... not once, NOT EVEN ONCE have you rushed to my defense over the issue of my being Beloved.

NOT EVEN ONCE ... and to think I broke bread with you ... AND paid for it!

Joe

[Yeknodathon]

... sometimes, it involves very large quantities of tepid baked beans. I suppose it must be something to do with the texture...

[Nidan1]

I've just about HAD it with you pal ... not once, NOT EVEN ONCE have you rushed to my defense over the issue of my being Beloved.

NOT EVEN ONCE ... and to think I broke bread with you ... AND paid for it!

Joe

Shaw! you're pathetic!...you are starting to remind me of Livia from "I Claudius"...

[MrSpkr]

[quote=Joe Shaw;1128270and to think I broke bread with you ... AND paid for it!

Joe[/quote]
Joe, that's not a bug, its a feature.

Steve

[Joe Shaw]

Shaw! you're pathetic!...you are starting to remind me of Livia from "I Claudius"...Was she the cute one or the old one ... 'cause the cute one WAS ... and nekkid some of the time as I recall.

Mind you it was a few years ago ... great series though.

What's your point ... other than the one on top of your head?

Joe

p.s. Don't you owe me a turn?

[Michael Emrys]

... and to think I broke bread with you ... AND paid for it!

And you shall pay for it, again and again!

Michael

[Nidan1]

Was she the cute one or the old one ... 'cause the cute one WAS ... and nekkid some of the time as I recall.

Mind you it was a few years ago ... great series though.

What's your point ... other than the one on top of your head?

Joe

p.s. Don't you owe me a turn?

Old one you twit! Augustus Caeser's wife..."Oh Caligula....please make me a goddess."

[Joe Shaw]

Old one you twit! Augustus Caeser's wife..."Oh Caligula....please make me a goddess."Oh PLEASE ... there is no question whatsoever that I'm the Justicar for Life of the Peng Challenge Thread, that can't be debated or challenged.

That I'm the Beloved Justicar for Life of the Peng Challenge Thread is acknowledged through common usage.

Hell man, IT'S ON THE INTERNET!

Your ludicrous comparison is exposed for the fraud that it is.

And you still owe me a turn.

It appears that I can't play CMAK with Vista 64 bit and my Nvidia card ... luckily I'm only playing Stuka in that venue so it's not like it matters.

Joe

[Boo Radley]

With every utterance from Boo I get this very urgent need to slather peanut butter on live flesh...

Chunky or creamy?

[Joe Shaw]

Chunky or creamy?Oh for Gawd's sake man, don't encourage him.

I fully expect to have him suddenly absent one day that coincides with the media reporting the capture of a notorious serial killer.

"He was such a quiet little man, so he was. Never a word of bother or trouble. He was forever digging in the garden though, sometimes late at night you'd see him just digging away under the light of a latern. Lovely gladiolas as a result. Pity about all those young girls ... but lovely gladiolas."

Joe

[Boo Radley]

And the flat being full of empty peanut butter jars.

Odd, that.

[Stuka]

... and to think I broke bread with you ... AND paid for it!


sounds like you took MrSqueeker out on a date. Did you get lucky or did it end with a peck on the cheek at the front door of his dad's house and the promise to be 'really good friends'?

[Joe Shaw]

sounds like you took MrSqueeker out on a date. Did you get lucky or did it end with a peck on the cheek at the front door of his dad's house and the promise to be 'really good friends'?Lucky? No, but I was fortunate in that he had to rush home so I didn't have to waste any more of my evening than necessary.

Joe

[Stuka]

So you paid for dinner and were then immediately dumped?

I thought that only happened to Emrys.

[Noba]

So you paid for dinner and then immediately dumped?

I thought that only happened to Emrys.


We don't need to know about P'Shaw's bodily functions
thankyou very much. Or come to think of it, Old Man Emu-rys.

Noba

[Noba]

Shaw! you're pathetic!...you are starting to remind me of Livia from "I Claudius"...

You have a point there. They're both VERY old, and VERY wrinkled.

Noba.

[Stuka]

You ain't no spring chicken yourself there sparky.....

[Yeknodathon]

Chunky or creamy?

Crunchy, of course! See, like Chinese food one must contrast the warm, soft, velvety texture of live flesh with the hard crunchy nut roughness of a good chunky peanut butter carefully spread with a slightly flexible spatula to accentuate the little dimples and contours of, say a forearm or shin. And I ain't talking about that abhorrent mixture of "jello" gunk Merkins like to squirt into their jars.

Like sodding swirling clotted cream and jam on a hot scone..

Still, when it comes to Boo one might consider a lowering of standards for a quick result...one shouldn't delay gratification in emergencies.

[Stuka]

In news fresh in from the Normandy front, war correspondent Gomer T Pillock reports that Stuken led Shermans have approached the villages of Emieville and Cagny and met with Tigers and Halftracks of Ersatzregiment Nobawitz.

After initially attempting to seize the advantage, early skirmishs have Nobawitz withdrawing into the built up areas leaving the smoking hulks of 3 Tigers and 4 Halftracks on the battlefield.

No losses on our side, save for one Tank Commander who had his beret blown off by a near miss.....unfortunately his head was still in it.

As we go to print the Shermans push forward, bravely determined to free occupied Europe from the clutches of tyranny and usher in a new era of global financial mismanagement, corporate fraud and disproportionate distribution of wealth. Long live Democracy!

Huzzah!

[Noba]

In news fresh in from the Normandy front, war correspondent Gomer T Pillock reports that Stuken led Shermans have approached the villages of Emieville and Cagny and met with Tigers and Halftracks of Ersatzregiment Nobawitz.

They remain skulking on reverse slopes, afraid to face the enemy. One even managed to bog itself in a very deep, safe crater from where it bravely despoils the French countryside with it's last remaining HE.

After initially attempting to seize the advantage, early skirmishs have Nobawitz withdrawing into the built up areas leaving the smoking hulks of 3 Tigers and 4 Halftracks on the battlefield.

Typical overclaiming by his tank crews has led the Allied Commander to become overconfident. Anyone would think he had fighter pilots instead of tank crews.

No losses on our side, save for one Tank Commander who had his beret blown off by a near miss.....unfortunately his head was still in it.

This is shortly to be remedied by the phalanx of 88's waiting over the next rise.

As we go to print the Shermans push forward, bravely determined to free occupied Europe from the clutches of tyranny and usher in a new era of global financial mismanagement, corporate fraud and disproportionate distribution of wealth. Long live Democracy!

Meanwhile the defenders drink more erzatz coffee and polish their superb optics to a bright lustre.

Huzzah!


Fixed that for you....

Noba.

[Lars]

Still, when it comes to Boo one might consider a lowering of standards

Isn't that a tautology?

[Michael Emrys]

Like sodding swirling clotted cream and jam on a hot scone..

That sounds good, although I would prefer hot, melted butter to clotted cream. Yes, hot melted butter that oozes down my chin as I luxuriantly sink my teeth into the crispy goodness of the scone and sense the complex flavors of the jam blossom on my grateful palate.

Michael

[Stuka]

Yes, hot melted butter that oozes down my chin as I don't have any teeth of my own and nurse takes the dentures away every time I soil my cot

Now we're getting to the truth of the matter....

[Joe Shaw]

Now we're getting to the truth of the matter....Once again I must protest this gratuitous and unwarranted alteration of posts. And it's not just Stuka ... although the words "just Stuka" do seem to crop up with some regularity.

Lads, a true CessPudlian does not stoop to rewriting another's post, even with the thin deception of "fixed that for ya."

A TRUE CessPudlian works with what Gawd (and the idiot who posted) gave him and makes no attempt to alter or modify it beyond what is actually written.

It comes as no surprise, of course, that Just Stuka didn't even bother with THAT old chestnut.

Joe

[Yeknodathon]

Of course, some flesh is more alive than others, some more wrinkly and leathery than a sodden prune...

[Boo Radley]

And I ain't talking about that abhorrent mixture of "jello" gunk Merkins like to squirt into their jars.

Food criticism from the British? The senses reel.

[Stuka]

I want to be known as Joe Von Stuka from here on in

fixed that for ya

[Bugged]

I want to be known as Joe Von Stuka from here on in
fixed that for ya

Joe Von Stuka In The Mud

[Joe Shaw]

fixed that for yaSwine ... and not the good kind either.

Joe

[Patchy]

Like sodding swirling clotted cream and jam on a hot scone..



There is nothing wrong with swirling clotted cream and jam on a hot scone.

Yum!

[Michael Emrys]

There is nothing wrong with swirling clotted cream and jam on a hot scone.

Yum!

I thought it sounded okay too, as I noted. But butter is better.

(There you go, Boo, a hot new slogan for ya. A gift from me and I won't even demand royalties for it. Now you can't ask for better than that, can ya?)

Michael

[Boo Radley]

I thought it sounded okay too, as I noted. But butter is better.

(There you go, Boo, a hot new slogan for ya. A gift from me and I won't even demand royalties for it. Now you can't ask for better than that, can ya?)

Michael

I believe that was the tagline for the movie, "Last Tango in Paris".

[Stuka]

How is the market for Butt Butter these days?

[Yeknodathon]

... not that I'd ever hint at the awful thought that popped into me head.

No, not me.

Ever.

"Constipation", "prunes", "Justicar"

[Noba]

... not that I'd ever hint at the awful thought that popped into me head.

No, not me.

Ever.

"Constipation", "prunes", "Justicar"


You forgot to add... "STAND CLEAR!"

Noba.

[Boo Radley]

How is the market for Butt Butter these days?

Why? You thinking of investing?

I thought all you Aussies only dabbled in the shrimp market.
A great big island full of prawn brokers.

[Joe Shaw]

Why? You thinking of investing?

I thought all you Aussies only dabbled in the shrimp market.
A great big island full of prawn brokers.
Please rest assured that you will be punished for that ... if not in this life then in the next ... or perhaps both.

Joe

[Michael Emrys]

...prawn brokers.

Yaaaahhh! Quick, kill it! Kill it!

Michael

[Boo Radley]

Please rest assured that you will be punished for that ... if not in this life then in the next ... or perhaps both.

Joe

I already have to deal with you now. Do you mean I'll have to deal with you in my next incarnation?

My Karma can't possibly be that bad. I'd planned on taking a bit of a break next go around and come back as a chrome mirror ball.

[Lars]

Yep, your karma is that bad.

The wife has one of those out in the garden. Cat likes to piss on it.

[Yeknodathon]

Cat's karma must be extremely bad having to be constantly stroked by the chrome ball Boo ICK, ICK, ICK!

Its like Sisyphus gone very wrong...

[Michael Emrys]

Its like Sisyphus gone very wrong...

How could Sisyphus' condition ever go right? Seems to me that he was bound to be a loser no matter how the penny fell.

Sorta like Old Foul Joe.

Michael

[Boo Radley]

How could Sisyphus' condition ever go right? Seems to me that he was bound to be a loser no matter how the penny fell.

Michael

Personally, I would like to see a script treatment from Yekky on the subject of "Sisyphus: The Musical!". Something upbeat with lots of dance numbers and costume changes.

I see an excessive amount of glitter in your future.

[Michael Emrys]

Good grief! Almost 24 hours have passed and all we have to show for it is a rather limp post by Boo? The MBT has fallen on hard times indeed. Come on guys, roll up your sleeves and insult somebody.

Michael

[Boo Radley]

Good grief! Almost 24 hours have passed and all we have to show for it is a rather limp post by Boo? The MBT has fallen on hard times indeed. Come on guys, roll up your sleeves and insult somebody.

Michael

Good grief! Almost 24 hours have passed and all we have to show for it is an extremely limp post by Emrys? The MBT has fallen on hard times indeed. Come on guys, roll up your sleeves and smack him repeatedly in the face with ire and gusto and bile.

(Oh my!)

[Joe Shaw]

Good grief! Almost 24 hours have passed and all we have to show for it is an extremely limp post by Emrys? The MBT has fallen on hard times indeed. Come on guys, roll up your sleeves and smack him repeatedly in the face with ire and gusto and bile.

(Oh my!)Indeed it has fallen on hard times when the only two targets are apparently Boo Radley and Michael.

Back in the day there were GIANTS who came here ... men like Seanachai, Me, Peng, Joe Shaw, Berli, the Justicar ... Giants I say.

Now, save for just a few such as myself, there are naught but the mewling kittens who pretend to be Knights of the CessPool. Where is Nidan1 (when he's not gloating over his likely victory in our game), where is Wolfp Mk II (when he's not gloating over his likely victory in our game), where is Stuka (when he's not CLAIMING victory in a game my new computer won't play) and where is ... ah, well ... too late I suppose to hope some of the others of years gone by.

"Too late Natan', too late, you go with me, we drink whiskey, hunt buffalo, get drunk."

Very sad lads, very sad.

Joe

[Michael Emrys]

The above is too lame to even deserve a reply, which this isn't. I am merely notifying the world at large that I am still in charge and overseeing the smooth running of Reality. Don't worry about any bumps or lurches you may experience, those are all programmed in advance for stimulative purposes. Granted, some of you in the Mid-West and Southwest are going to experience death very soon, as well as several inhabitants of Middle Eastern and Antipodean countries, but don't worry about it. That's to deliver you from having to pay any more taxes. See? It all works out.

Michael

[Lars]

Did somebody just mention whiskey and hunting?

[Michael Emrys]

Did somebody just mention whiskey and hunting?

Why, yes. You just did. Do you often talk to yourself?

Michael

[costard]

Whilst 'tis true that to drink from a full cup is better than to drink from one part full,
the secret is to make the cup somewhat smaller.
Lower your expectations, and they shall be met, here in the Peng Thread.

[Michael Emrys]

Oh look, fellas, fresh meat.

Michael

[Joe Shaw]

Oh look, fellas, fresh meat.

MichaelYeah, but that's a stupid name it's got, I mean what can you possibly do with a name that ends in ... tard.

Frankly I don't think it has much potential for amusement all the way around. Just as the quality of membership has declined so has the quality of the SSNs.

Joe

[Nidan1]

and it violated its own sig line.

it puts the lotion on its skin...or it.......ooops sorry, slipping into dementia I am.

[Joe Shaw]

and it violated its own sig line.

it puts the lotion on its skin...or it.......ooops sorry, slipping into dementia I am. Slipping?

Joe

[Patchy]

Indeed it has fallen on hard times when the only two targets are apparently Boo Radley and Michael.

Back in the day there were GIANTS who came here ... men like Seanachai, Me, Peng, Joe Shaw, Berli, the Justicar ... Giants I say.

Now, save for just a few such as myself, there are naught but the mewling kittens who pretend to be Knights of the CessPool. Where is Nidan1 (when he's not gloating over his likely victory in our game), where is Wolfp Mk II (when he's not gloating over his likely victory in our game), where is Stuka (when he's not CLAIMING victory in a game my new computer won't play) and where is ... ah, well ... too late I suppose to hope some of the others of years gone by.

"Too late Natan', too late, you go with me, we drink whiskey, hunt buffalo, get drunk."

Very sad lads, very sad.

Joe


I'm here. Do I count?

[Nidan1]

Slipping?

Joe

Send me a turn Justicar...so I can slip some more lead into your hapless Marines, har har har!!!

http://cdn-5.nflximg.com/us/boxshots/large/60010885.jpg

[costard]

Yeah, but that's a stupid name it's got, I mean what can you possibly do with a name that ends in ... tard.

Frankly I don't think it has much potential for amusement all the way around. Just as the quality of membership has declined so has the quality of the SSNs.

Joe

oi, I reek Quality, I do. Not like this thread, which reached it's nadir recently. I mean, who comes here? Your best guests are loathsomely repellent, and the hosts, weel, they're all sounding a little tired. Cack, I qualified as an SSN - should I take this seriously enough to grovel and plead for mercy?

Gimme a cigar.

No more cream for me please. Toffee, now, there's a thought...

[Boo Radley]

Yeah, but that's a stupid name it's got, I mean what can you possibly do with a name that ends in ... tard.

Frankly I don't think it has much potential for amusement all the way around. Just as the quality of membership has declined so has the quality of the SSNs.

Joe

Now Joe, show a little consideration. You are, after all, the Bedraggled Justicar of The Peng Challenge Thread.

Custard is an Oddstraylyun. He's working with a handicap.

[costard]

The second chip is for balance I'm told, not a handicap. And my shoulders are wide enough to stand under your pathetic shower.

Who's to be challenged?! Patchy?

[Joe Shaw]

Now Joe, show a little consideration. You are, after all, the Bedraggled Justicar of The Peng Challenge Thread.

Custard is an Oddstraylyun. He's working with a handicap.It's the BELOVED Justicar and, might I point out, the Beloved Justicar FOR LIFE of the Peng Challenge Thread.

And of course you count Milady Patchy, but as a Lady of the 'pool we are honour bound not to insult or harass you ... so it's not quite the same is it.

Bonus points to Nidan1 who correctly identified the quote ... no turn yet but bonus points for certain.

As to the SSN Custard ... he's an Australian AND slim pickings ... hardly worth spending the time on.

I'm off to DC on Sunday morning so no turns unless I get some out tomorrow and then none for about a full week. I shall attempt to check in here from time to time so let's keep the place on a even keel with the wings level and marching in step.

Joe

[Stuka]

Custurd is no Oddstrayan.....it's from Melbourne which is more an outer suburb of Athens.

And Joe, did you really have to buy a new computer simply to have an excuse to bail on another game that wasn't going your way? Tsk...tsk....

[Michael Emrys]

Yeah, but that's a stupid name it's got, I mean what can you possibly do with a name that ends in ... tard.

Like Boo, I considered 'Custard' as a possible identifier. But then it occurred to me that 'Cream Pie' offered a much juicier option all the way around. I think even Yekkie might appreciate that one.

Michael

[Michael Emrys]

I'm here. Do I count?

Certainly! Of course you do, my dear. You are the only one here with an identifiable talent, aside from myself of course. But as that bedraggled old derelict in the robe and funny hat pointed out, you are after all a lady, and we are honor bound not to challenge you to combat.

Besides, you might make us look bad.

Michael

[Stuka]

Oh yes Michael, nice grovel.......so befitting a worm like yourself.

[Boo Radley]

Who's to be challenged?!

Who's to be challenged?
Well, you ARE challenged, that's completely apparent.

As my Great Aunt Ruth often said, "All the world's a stage, but some of us are woefully under-rehearsed".

We seem to be lacking in available SSNs, and I can't remember the last time I saw a Serf or a Squire wandering around these parts.
Stoat would be good, but he's evidently gone off the radar.

I might give you a game if I find your challenge entertaining enough.

Extra points if it's a haiku, or if you can include an obscure reference to a Bert I. Gordon film.

[Michael Emrys]

Any reference to a Bert I. Gordon film is bound to be obscure.

Michael

[Joe Shaw]

Custurd is no Oddstrayan.....it's from Melbourne which is more an outer suburb of Athens.

And Joe, did you really have to buy a new computer simply to have an excuse to bail on another game that wasn't going your way? Tsk...tsk....No, I didn't HAVE to buy a new computer ... it's just a happy bonus that by so doing I don't have to play you in CMAK anymore.

Joe

[Leeo]

To my many varied opponents;

I'm out of the game for a bit, but I hope to reply to turns within the next couple of weeks. Your thrubbings will be delayed; deal with it.

Were it not for you sorry lot, I'd say "I'm sorry."

[Boo Radley]

To my many varied opponents;

I'm sorry.

Sorriest pin-head I've ever met.

[Michael Emrys]

Your thrubbings will be delayed...

Did you mean to write 'throbbings'? No, never mind. I don't want to know about it.

Michael

[costard]

Stuka hasn't been anywhere near Australia for a long time. We'd be happy if you kept him. We'd understand if you wished to send him back - for preference a bit at a time.

Boo seeks a challenge
his nemesis not yet found
a just dessert strikes.

[Stuka]

Bold my name you irreverent bastage!

Damn kids these days........mutter, grumble.....

[Wolfp MkII]

Indeed it has fallen on hard times when the only two targets are apparently Boo Radley and Michael.

Back in the day there were GIANTS who came here ... men like Seanachai, Me, Peng, Joe Shaw, Berli, the Justicar ... Giants I say.

Now, save for just a few such as myself, there are naught but the mewling kittens who pretend to be Knights of the CessPool. Where is Nidan1 (when he's not gloating over his likely victory in our game), where is Wolfp Mk II (when he's not gloating over his likely victory in our game), where is Stuka (when he's not CLAIMING victory in a game my new computer won't play) and where is ... ah, well ... too late I suppose to hope some of the others of years gone by.

"Too late Natan', too late, you go with me, we drink whiskey, hunt buffalo, get drunk."

Very sad lads, very sad.

Joe

OMG!..A guy is trying to pack up his battalion and get it moving in the correct direction, which I believe is that way, and he's chastised for non-participation...fine...you want some attention?..YOU SUCK!..There, how'd ya like them apples?

BTW, who was the idiot that left the door open for yet another Oddstraylian to waltz right in?

[Stuka]

Feeling a little outnumbered there hey?

Don't worry, we know how to treat goobernation minorities such as yourself. Just as long as you remember to mow my lawns on a number 3 blade height, wash my car in the shade and fry my eggs sunny side up there'll be no extra beatings for you.......most likely anyway.....can't say fairer than that.

[Hiram Sedai]

I know for a fact that only God fearin Merkins have lawns and it is the duty of the country below the US of A to mow our lawns. They know who they are.

Come to think of it, all of the countries are below the US of A where at least I know I'm free. Granted, we didn't have big lawns in my old neighborhood but at least we didn't suffer from being Australian or have some other STD.

[dalem]

Is Olde Joe sad about sumfink again?

[Boo Radley]

Stuka hasn't been anywhere near Australia for a long time. We'd be happy if you kept him. We'd understand if you wished to send him back - for preference a bit at a time.

Boo seeks a challenge
his nemesis not yet found
a just dessert strikes.

Hmmm...
You should probably just stick to prose.And I'm not really a dessert person,
although a nice piece of pie would be appreciated. Blackberry is good.

[costard]

Hiram, the advantages to having survived growing up on the Rock are legion. For example, any circumstance we dream of has to be better than this nightmare called reality; for some reason this would include engaging those wonderful *splutter* people from the greatest country in the world *vomit* in *cough* conversation - oh, right, that's the reality thing again.

A lawn is something to park the car on, so's to have something to soak up the old engine oil.