My favourite thing about 'Who Killed Davey Moore?' is how Dylan manages to rhyme writer with, er, typewriter.

You dig R. Stevie Moore? He did another great cover a couple of years ago. Witness: http://youtube.com/watch?v=uhDlIwUU...

Perhaps they move in circles, but never make any headway or progress as it appears to me..

Usually I do not feel attracted by any of the kind but sometimes there is a refreshing and not taking yourself too serious kind of view I might adhere to. I am just not that knowledgable too judge, but still I do, when confronted with a premise or thesis etc.

<Greedy reductionism> That says it all.

Fashionability seems to create its own thinkers/followers is the most pessimistic way to describe it.

That's why I haven't given it too much attention, probably.. These days I am a bit more interested/involved.. but never convinced.

And to think I once suggested a little dusting and mopping, and even attempted to offer some kind of totalitarian order, viz, <Chewing Bum> as a topic, but NOOOOOOOOOOO.

Signed:

Who'd have guest?

Free admission for Pillars of NaCl.

Nothing. But I can provide a reading list (The Book of Nothing, The Little Book of Nothing, The Big Book of Nothing, Great Heaving Mounds of Nothingness Batman, Nonbeing and Somethingness, Being Nothingness and Rocket To Go, A Nice Knight for Mothing, usw) for doubters.

Also a playlist by Dylan ("Nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts")...

So, dedicated to Open Defence, Jessica FischerQueen, Mistah Kurtz, and the Dark Squared Bishop, it’s…

<Deffi, Jessica and the DSB>

Mr Kurtz was no-one’s fool, he owned the town’s only whelk arcade He made his usual entrance,
Looking like a Satyr who’s been flayed,
With his body odours and poisoned pawn and every hair erect, He took whatever he wanted to, and made sure it was fecked, But his body odours and poisoned pawn were no match for the DSB.

“I know I’ve seen that Bish before”, Kurtz was thinking in his mind “Maybe in Linares, or in some old score that wasn’t signed”, But then the clocks were ticking and the opening moves were played, A fianchettoed Bishop seemed to melt into the shade,
It was on the long diagonal, looking like the DSB.

Jessica combed her hair and sacked her way across the board, She slipped in down the g-file looking like a striker who’s just scored, She had done a lot of bad things, even tried the Budapest, Yet thru all her wicked gambits she was asking for a rest, She’d never seen anything so restful as the DSB.

Deffi started calculating, looking forward to an ending, She was tired of the middlegame, she could visualize her passed pawn bending, Bending just like Beckham as it dodged around the knight, Tending to infinity and passing out of sight.
In all her calculations there was just one little thing, Nothin’ had ever come between Deffi and the King,
And nothin’ ever would, ‘cept maybe the DSB.

Backstage the girls were playing five-leap Frog upon the floor, Jess leaped high, keeping one eye upon the door:
“Be careful not to touch the rim, where motion is restricted, A Knight out there is really dim,
Or so it’s been depicted…”
But everything is different when you’re the DSB.

Two files down, the pawns finally made it thru the wall, And cleaned out the kingside,
It’s said they got away with Sweet F.A.
In the dark squares of the centre they stopped to catch their breath, While one more member was still evading death,
For they couldn’t go no further without the DSB.

The next day was prizes day, the sky was a pathetic fallacy, Mr Kurtz lay covered up, rigor mortis made him callousy, And Deffi on the 7th rank, she didn’t even pause,
She doubled up her rooks and she sharpened up her claws, Sometimes, she thought, they’re even stronger than the DSB.

'When it reighns it poores..'

<Pope Saint Cornelius was pope from March 6 or March 13, 251 to June 253.

He was elected pope on either March 6 or March 13, 251 during the lull in the persecution of the Roman Emperor Decius. His election was opposed by Novatian, who maintained the view that not even the bishops could grant remission for grave sins like murder, adultery, and apostasy, but that these could only be remitted at the Last Judgment; Cornelius on the contrary believed that bishops could grant remission for these grave sins.>

I'm currently organizing a Consultation game: Girls vs Boys.

Two on two format.

<Deffy> and <Jess> have already agreed to be on the ladies' squad.

I wonder if You would want to consider teaming up with me to form the Boys' team?

I do have all the Rules" prepared, actually they are from two previous games I had hosted, so some modifications may be needed to suit the format, but the basics are covered.

Some details:

--- 2 days a move/per a team,

--- NO comp. engines,

--- Opening Explorer and related games in the Database OK,

--- 3 one-day timeouts per a team,

--- The contest would be hosted by Niels <achieve> in his forum,

--- Each team would use one of their forums for consulting (opposing team's players will NOT visit those forums for the duration of the game),

--- I would also find one "neutral" forum for interested CG.com members, for kibitzing, analyzing, etc.

If nothing else, this would give You a chance to repay Jessica a debt: having Your forum closed and sanitized :-)

Should You accept the invitation, we'll be ready to go in 2-3 days.

Please let me know at Your earliest convenience what You think about the above.

Yeah, something went wrong while I was in the "preview kibitz" mode.

Corrected now.

Will never do that again!

Will you send me your interview with the <Dead Renaissance Poof>?

So I'm liable to vanish for a week or more at any time, and even when I'm 'here' it's often a case of quickly checking in and out again.

Let's see, any more excuses... would we all have to undergo mandatory gender testing, and would Niels, as arbiter, get to make the final decision on that? Hmm.

Thanks again for the offer. It's a great idea, and I'm sure you'll find a volunteer without difficulty.