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| Jan-22-13 | | frogbert: i can (possibly) see what you mean, but at the risk of sounding a little gay, i think he's more goodlooking than leko. :o) |
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Jan-22-13
 | | perfidious: <Domdaniel ....Ages ago, Jess and I 'accidentally' found out that the harmless town of Bilbo, Newfoundland -- spell it with two dees, not bees - was on CG's list of naughty banned words....> Used to work with someone who visited that unmentionable town on his annual trip to Newfoundland and Labrador via motorcycle with his wife. |
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Jan-22-13
 | | Domdaniel: And what I wanna know is, how come you can type 'Lipshitz' without incident and yet have trouble with 'Bilbonics' (with two dees) ... ? Dhildonics. |
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Jan-22-13
| | Domdaniel: "Have a daffodil Dom." |
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Jan-22-13
| | perfidious: <Dom> On a related note, when online poker was allowed here in good ol' USA, one of the sites had the cheek to bar 'wistful' and 'lustful' because of that horrific combination of letters contained in each. The words appeared as 'wi****l' and 'lu****l'. Busted a gut the first time I saw it. Another site I played on loathed the above-mentioned domain, so one was forbidden to type their vile name- came out %#@*(^%$!. On the subject of Bilbo, there was a man called Theodore G Bilbo, who was governor and US senator from Mississippi in the first half of the 20th century. Bilbo was really a piece of work-besides being virulently racist, he was contentious, to put it mildly. After his death in 1947, bluesman Andrew Tibbs penned a derisive song, 'Bilbo Is Dead'. Can't seem to find a copy on YouTube now, but have listened a time or three in the past. |
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| Jan-22-13 | | mckmac: < Domdaniel > Here's one for the late great Earl, and thanks for the connection. I only hope it gets past the smut police. Baby, you kill me.
All that’s left for me now
is the frantic nuzzling of another’s breasts,
the desperate worship of someone else’s blessed cunny, not your sweetly scented secret centre,
not your divine porcelain derierre
no, not your wild and wanton night-tossed hair
no, not you at all. |
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| Jan-23-13 | | mckmac: < Domdaniel > I seem to have slipped a wee clutch of Chinese characters into me poem. I blame the industrial strength coffee in this joint, I mean, there's always got to be someone or something to blame, right?... once again, here's one for the late great Earl - kindly zap my last post, let's make this one a winning one, and thanks for the connection. I only hope it gets past the smut police. Baby, you kill me.
All that's left for me now
is the frantic nuzzling of someone else's breasts,
the desperate worship of someone else's blessed cunny, not your sweetly scented secret centre,
nor your divine porcelain derierre
no, not your wild and wanton night-tossed hair
no, not you at all. |
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Jan-23-13
| | perfidious: <mckmac> Ya done made it through! Lovely stuff. |
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Jan-24-13
| | Domdaniel: < I blame the industrial strength coffee in this joint, I mean, there's always got to be someone or something to blame, right?> Yep. You said it, bro.
I *may* be about to move into an establishment situated over a coffee shop. If everything works out, we may see some stimulation round here ... |
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Jan-24-13
 | | Annie K.: Hey, sounds good... Provided we're talking about the sort of 'establishment' where they allow you to go outside on your own? ;) |
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| Jan-24-13 | | mckmac: < Perfidious > & < Domdaniel > Dank u Mijnheers, too much! I can tell you now that the first effort was twice as long and three times as lewd. Of course, I made most of it up and based the whole thing on *one big fat lie*. I'm only a little but of a pervert, and only when the wind is directly behind me. Anyway, ten rewrites later I suddenly seemed to be saying exactly what I wanted to say and I didn't know I needed to say it ... if that makes any sense. So, I was sitting outside the Baccarat Room at 5AM at the Casino with a cup of oolong tea and smoking a cigar when I suddenly heard myself yell "YES YES" at the very top of my voice. The 'Shanghai Squad', sitting just inside the door to the Smoker's Room reportedly briefly looked over at the door, then nodded to each other with complete understanding, "What a fine Casino, there's even a game going down outside as well, Gentlemen, Ladies, let's go for a Chungwa 5000" |
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| Jan-27-13 | | mckmac: < Domdaniel > I first posted this over on Eyal's page, maybe four years ago. I asked Daniel to take it down, as for various reasons , the dedication was no longer appropriate. To cut a long story short, I apparently called my best friend's wife a @#$%, and as a result he shut the door in my face whilst all the while his missus screamed like a crazed Banshee from her throne on the living room couch. I have no memory of the event. I was drinking at the time - their grog as it happens. Still, to this day, I don't think I used *that* word, and what if I did? She really is a terrible woman, in the very best sense of the word, of course. The Bright and Morning Star
( for Luke Q. Brentwood BA, LLB )
There's no one in the Grandstand
No Saviour rests in Hobson's door
No coach will come to cut the oranges
It's like there's no tomorrow,
like there was, no before, still
The rolling of the cars outside, could be the sea
close by, and from this shore Venus assembles,
come darkness greet this sorry sky
There's no one left to turn to,
the shadows dance now for the trees,
the Sun and Moon must come and go,
but you could stay with me |
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| Jan-28-13 | | mckmac: Of course you have a certain arrogance,
but I admit I was wrong, when I called you arrogant.
Just as you needed to be loud, to be heard, to be seen,
to be proud, a little arrogance becomes you.
That some rudderless folk seem to hang on your every word
is frankly weird, and a little disconcerting.
Perhaps they hope to catch a sprinkling of your fairy dust
as you shimmy by, and that's not too bad, that's fair enough. But you might have heard how misfortune follows those who don't
follow their selves, those who live through others,
unconcious evil, working through unconcious people, looking for
a chance to tangle up the lives of people of, well, consequence, like you. When you lecture me, as you seem to do all the time, I try to listen,
yet so often I have to try with all my might not to laugh.
I was putting two words together long before you were even born,
and when was that exactly, I'll do your numbers, don't be coy now. My Father used to sit with me at his table, his beautiful eyes weary from work and help me with my schoolwork, no matter what the question or the subject. One night he shut the door and read me Keats' 'Ode on a Grecian Urn', I knew then that I wanted to write something down, one day, to call mine. And I have, and you know I have, but I don't hear you clapping,
not even the tapping of your exquisitely heeled foot, not that I need it,
but it makes me angry. Remember when I asked you if I could read
at the Iraq war protest and you were in charge and you said no? No, probably not. |
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| Jan-28-13 | | mckmac: < Domdaniel > 
click for larger viewThis is from the Zurich Championship Tournament of 1953. Alexander Kotov vs Laszlo Szabo (E87). White plays a very nice move now, 36... and Black resigns on move 39. Bronstein's book on the Tournament must be one of the finest chess books to ever come my way. Back in the days of the Giants... |
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Jan-29-13
| | Domdaniel: <mckmac> Superb. Not only can you put two words together, you often rise to three or even four. |
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| Jan-29-13 | | hms123: <Dom> I just read a murder mystery by <Benjamin Black> aka <John Banville>. It was quite good. Any anecdotes? |
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Jan-30-13
| | Domdaniel: <hms> Anecdotes, um, no. I know him - very slightly - as John Banville, serious novelist in a Nabokovian mode, former literary editor of the Irish Times, etc. The Black nom-de-plume is a relatively recent addition to his oeuvre, and I haven't read any of them yet. But I like his Banville books, especially Kepler and The Book of Evidence. |
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| Jan-30-13 | | hms123: <Dom> As you might expect, the Black mysteries are well-written and respect the reader's intelligence. They are worth seeking out. I did learn a new phrase: <beef to the heels>. I doubt I will be using it much in our PC world. |
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| Jan-31-13 | | mckmac: < Domdaniel >
Green is the Colour of the Human Heart
Market decorum has dropped me way down, there's no potted paper trail on me, I picked it up on the way here, well, all but the heavy bits, and they must have all rotted down or grown roots by now.
I am kind of waiting on someone to proclaim my worth and then match it,
but it seems I have to take the prize, alone, too. Too much was given to me, too easily,
by folk of good intention; my parents, my friends, this country, my ancestors - I wasted your gifts, and I'm sorry but now I see the finsh line and I'm telling you, it looks like it's green. |
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Jan-31-13
| | Annie K.: <Dom> to keep you theistically updated, dear, I have just decided to refer to our great, eternal and omnipotent, etc., etc., Nuklu, Nubet, and any other relatives I may or may not invent later, collectively, as <Their Nudeities>. We, therefore, are now Nudeists.
You could think of it sortof as the opposite of Luddites, however there are several other ways you could think of it - and, knowing you, you most certainly will. Especially that way, those ways, and possibly sideways as well for good measure. I think you would approve if you were with us.
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| Feb-01-13 | | mckmac: Hey folks, let's try to do 'the group poem thing'. I am told it's a bit like the 'group hug thing', but probably less exciting. I've been working all night and I have our first stanza... She's just sitting there and her name is Cindy,
but Cinderella, really, is her given name
She's a very big girl, her bottom
shudders like a jelly,
When she shuttles up for seconds,
or when someone makes her laugh, |
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| Feb-02-13 | | mckmac: Cinderella's Song
(with thanks to The Front Lawn)
She's just sitting there and her name is Cindy,
but Cinderella, really, is her given name,
she's a very big girl, her bottom
shudders like a jelly,
When she shuttles up for seconds,
or when someone makes her laugh.
Sometimes when she’s drinking
she likes to sing a song, and the song sounds like,
the song you sing when you walk around the house,
when it’s time to go to bed, and in one of these rooms
there’s a person sleeping, dreaming,
that is the person that I love,
that is the person I say I love you to
This was the living room, that is a table and chairs,
this could have been a pile of magazines,
this is the door to the room where I’m going to sleep. |
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| Feb-03-13 | | mckmac: < Dom > I need to mention that a couple of those lines aren't ackshully mine. In fact, all that follows "walk around the house,
when it’s time to go to bed,..." is word for word lifted from The Front Lawns' "Walk around the house". http://www.smokecds.com/track/242615
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fr... |
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| Feb-07-13 | | waustad: OK, I just downloaded a Benjamin Black ebook. There were some that carried the parenthetical comment (Quirke). I sort of like quirky who dunnits, so what the .... There was a comment about a list of banned words here. I'd never run accross it before so I guess my typed language is tamer than it sometimes gets verbally. I almost wish chessbomb had something like that. Some folks there are way out of line, but the moderators seem to have given up. |
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| Feb-07-13 | | hms123: <waustad> Quirke is the main character. |
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