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Apr-30-07
 | | Domdaniel: <Hahahah TITULAR sounds so much better than "nominal." Wonder why? >
I can but try. Most people would blame the first three letters of 'titular' and leave it at that... but I think we can go further. That 'u' in the middle is a familiar commercial morpheme, eg spud-u-like. It directly addresses 'you' or 'u', the reader. Therefore a 'titular head of state' is actually a subliminal offer of a 'tit-u-like head of state'. And that's before we even get started on the significance of 'head' ... |
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| Apr-30-07 | | mack: Today I had a quite amazing revelation: I'm never happier than when I'm in the BBC Written Archives Centre in Caversham. Is that so uncool it's like, cool? Eric Frogsbawm. |
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| Apr-30-07 | | mack: Incidentally, in terms of Bronowski and chess, this is something I came across a while ago, in an obituary of the statistician Sir Maurice Kendall: <'Life at St John's was in striking contrast to that in Derby, and Maurice's naturally gregarious nature brought him several circles of friends apart from the group reading Mathematics at St John's: he played cricket for his college (and indeed was still a useful medium-paced bowler 25 years later); and he might have got a half-blue at chess had the company been less select - C.H.O'D. Alexander, later twice British champion, was one, and Jacob Bronowski another. Typically, Maurice enjoyed playing chess blindfold, and Bronowski and he played "negative chess", where the previous moves had to be deduced from a set position.'> |
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| Apr-30-07 | | WBP: <Dom> <Mack> <Jess> et all. Here's a short and moving (Hallmark-moment-like) piece about <Frogspawn>: “<Frogspawn>: A Reminisce” Like every chess player worth his salt, I shall ever remember my very first encounter with <Frogspawn>! As a very young chess player, I’d of course heard of and wondered about <Frogspawn>. The older players would tell us awed and anxious youngsters vivid and fantastic stories about it, as though it were some kind of forbidden pleasure, often boasting and bragging about how many times they‘d encountered <Frogspawn>. Many’s the night we younger players would sit around in a circle in someone’s attic or basement and together imagine ourselves playing <Frogspawn>. We called it “Spanking the Frog.” Of course, there were older players who frowned with disapproval on <Frogspawn>, even conjuring ridiculous untruths in an effort to dissuade us from even thinking about it. “Oh, you’ll grow hair on your palms if you <Frogspawn>, they’d say, or “You’ll go blind.” Some of us youngsters were actually frightened by these unsolicited comments and fearfully refrained from even thinking about <Frogspawn>, but the rest of us, full of adolescent spunk and vigor, could only dwell all the more on our pet topic, especially now that some felt it so evil. We soon discovered <Frogspawn> magazine, which contained a delightful centerfold featuring some very pleasing <Frogspawn> diagrams and we would spend countless hours alone admiring the wonderful positions and angles. But my first real experience with <Frogspawn> occurred in my seventeenth year. It was with my neighbor, a very pretty girl about my age. We were playing together alone in my room one afternoon (my parents were out of town for a couple of days), and she answered my 1. e4 with 1...e6. My heart raced and, not quite sure what to grab, and I finally reached for my queen pawn: 2. d4. She answered 2...d5 <Frogspawn>!!! We looked intently in one another’s eyes as I pushed my e-pawn to e5, plunging into her territory. A tight and yet frenzied battle ensued, with both of us groping clumsily about, our bodies now sweating as we each tried to take advantage of the other. Deeper still I plunged my pawn center into her vulnerable defenses, encountering less and less opposition as my position became decidedly superior. But lo and behold, she found a hidden resource, and we ended the game in a draw by perpetual check. In our collectively spent state, breathing heavily, we smiled and looked deeply into one another’s eyes. “I like that!” she said.
“So did I!” I said.
Ah yes, <Frogspawn>
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Apr-30-07
 | | Domdaniel: <WBP> Thank you, sir. I do believe that this is Frogspawn's very first <Bill Dung's Roman> -- although my more pernickety, um, backspace, pedantic, nah, delete, aha, *fastidious* colleagues such as Eyal and Jess may object to my playing fast and loose with this term. I would simply remind you all of the <Amphibious Manifesto>: "All Newts are Neuter, but some Newts are Neuter than Other Newts" Sir Isaac Newt |
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Apr-30-07
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Apr-30-07
 | | Domdaniel: That was minimalism, BTW. But not minimalist enough ... The Alchemist has achieved total Zen satori nothingness, over in Jess's place, probably using magic. Think of all the Frogs who died for science, legs twitching spasmodically to demonstrate the electric nature of the life force. If there's a war between Science and Magic, the Frogs will be on the side of ... Etiquette. |
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Apr-30-07
 | | Domdaniel: <mack> -- <Today I had a quite amazing revelation: I'm never happier than when I'm in the BBC Written Archives Centre in Caversham. Is that so uncool it's like, cool?> Forget cool -- this is way beyond cool. It's a form of transcendence, a higher plane. It qualifies you as a practicing guru in all eleven dimensions, and a godhead in three of them. Even on this lowly plane it ranks with such achievements as yodelling and algebra. |
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| Apr-30-07 | | WBP: <Dom> <Bill Dung's Roman> LOL and I think quite appropriate. Yes. I noticed The Alchemist's magic, but this is, indeed, why he's an alchemist, I'm suspecting, and not a mere illusionist. And it's sad to think of the frogs caught between science and magic. Must those two fight so? |
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May-01-07
 | | jessicafischerqueen: DUNG!
I beg your pardon?
FRESH DUNG- A HUNDRED WEIGHT OF DUNG, IT'S YOUR PRIZE FROM THE "BOOK OF THE MONTH" CLUB But we don't want dung
AFRAID YOU'VE NO CHOICE IN THE MATTER. NOW WHERE SHOULD WE SET IT DOWN? |
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| May-01-07 | | gus inn: I saw a beggar today.
And he saw me.
"I beg you pardon" - He said .
"Pardon me ? " I replied. |
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| May-01-07 | | Knightlord: News: <Blind man flies from London to Sydney>
What's so special about that? |
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| May-01-07 | | achieve: <What's so special about that?> Yep, all the credits should go to his canine partner.. :) |
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| May-01-07 | | WBP: <FRESH DUNG- A HUNDRED WEIGHT OF DUNG> = SHEDDING FREUD? WHAT END? UH...GNU FROG! (Or, "FROGGUN'"--take your pick) |
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| May-01-07 | | WBP: BTW-think I prefer <froggin'> |
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May-01-07
 | | Domdaniel: <Blind man flies from London to Sydney>
Horse flies are common between Beijing and Ballydehob, but Blind Man Flies can be found anywhere from London to Sydney. |
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May-01-07
 | | jessicafischerqueen: Beware the Dread <Tsetse>!! |
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May-01-07
 | | Domdaniel: <gus inn>
< I saw a beggar today.>"Gob less" he said.
"I'll try", I replied.
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May-01-07
 | | jessicafischerqueen: <gob> isn't public <expectoration> illegal in Ireland? It is here (it actually is- 132 dollar fine)
Jess of the Too Many Laws in the Colonies |
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May-01-07
 | | Domdaniel: <Jess> Ah, so the Mounties crack down on those Great Expectoration Dens, do they? Quite right too. I wasn't thinking of saliva-related activities so much as the secondary meaning of 'gob', viz, to natter on endlessly. As I do... |
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May-01-07
 | | Domdaniel: <tsetse flies> seems to be an anagram of <testes files>. Oops. - Those flies are tsetse.
Pick the correct response:
(1) You tsetsist pig!
(2) Really, have you tsetsied one?
(3) Zzzzzzz..... |
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May-01-07
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| May-01-07 | | Knightlord: is an anagram of license. |
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May-01-07
 | | Domdaniel: Silence is easy but true invisibility is hard...
Close your eyes and think "invisible, invisible". It might not work, but with your eyes shut at least you won't have to be confronted with failure. Unless of course somebody is shooting at you. Also, an invisible person would have translucent eyes. So no passing radiation would be captured by the retina. So invisibility means blindness. Silence, Exile & Cunning
Camouflage Consultants |
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| May-01-07 | | Knightlord: <So invisibility means blindness.> So the blind man who flew from London to Sydney was invisible? But how do they know then that he flew from L to S? |
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