<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.

And as you know <Eyal> was the master, Scottish Rite 33rd degree, search kibitzer, with an enhanced menu beyond further enhancement. Actually he and <SwitchQ> probably rival for top honours, but most have conceded to the fact that the underlying principles are niftily protected.

Also their computer says "PING" when their name is mentioned anywhere on CG; timezones do not delay them in the slightest.

Welcome to the dark side. Good place to be. ;)

Don't forget the best of the tracking devices: the My Favorites Page.

Check the "Favorites [edit]" line to get that one - also gives easy access to editing the favorites list.

The cutest?>

The cutest!
http://pi.ytmnd.com/

Unless, of course, they have a set of culture-specific cop icons for use in different parts of the world. The figure of the policemen may be universal, but not their friendliness, amount of weaponry and willingness to use it.

Here, they're mostly unarmed. The few permitted guns are prohibited from using them except in extreme circumstances. There's a public enquiry if a cop *discharges* a gun, never mind actually hitting anyone.

And they used to have a reputation as large rural dimwits -- "lured down from the mountains with lumps of raw meat" as one phrase said: I imagined the meat on long fishing lines, thrown by catapult into the hills, then slowly drawn back with proto-fuzz attached.

<Dom> they are armed here, but don't get much in people's faces, because it wouldn't go down too well. Not very meek and law-abiding, yer average Israeli.

... though it can be shrunk to 1/10th the size by starting with 'point' and inserting another 'oh' or 'nought'. Zero is syllabically wasteful.

<one> - lucky, that. Coulda been two, or even three or more. Yikes. That's a lot of <voting> work!

Uh, about that favorites list - it occurs that putting "favorites" in quotes may have come across as even a little more sinister than intended, heh. Sometimes somebody or other does make the list just to "keep an eye on", but the majority *are* there because their posts that I've run across were intelligent, thoughtful, or otherwise enjoyable to read. :)

Lordy, you managed to find a plurality of such folk on *chessgames*? Incredible.

Most people, I think, interpret 'favorites' as they would 'village idiots'. As in ... "Now, *this* one is amusing, particularly when he sees the ladies, and starts to ... watch out, here it comes!"

Dr Lecter dealt firmly with such people. But perhaps I'm being over-cynical. Why, even this forum is named after frog- and toadspawn.

There's also the scaling and recursion problems. If 'most people' do as I've suggested, then the world must consist of village idiots watching other village idiots.

"Somewhere Over the Rainbow" by <Israel Koomooifjojijrfiotuirgtjeirgjerkgjsgjesirkgjerio- gjeroijhoihjstnirt-0n98i489nq8h>:

Not to be missed!

Not I. Least, I don't *think* so. If I am, it's one of those miracle preg events found in folklore. And I think they prefer virgins.

Oh cripes, the Spanish. Maybe there's a loophole.

But I wouldn't mind having a few thousand laboring under me. They could build a pyramid and a statue.