You know there's a Russian equivalent - mixes up bad cyrillic with Russian obscenities and goes by different names, eg 'Olbanian'? And certain Russki GMs are deeply into it.

Like a cult or something. No wonder they don't win stuff anymore. Stalin would have had the lot of 'em shot, annexed Azerbarmenia, and ordered the rustic natives to win stuff for His Glory or suffer the same fate ...

Oh, and you was right about the 'actually' guy. Clearly neither a fox nor a hedgehog - a third kind of animal, who knows one thing, but gets it wrong.

Well, maybe they'll know how to look at the pictures.

Which resulted in <hms123> having to be on vacation in a nice sunny park and watching teenagers texting furiously instead of flirting with each other in "flesh-based format."

I "found" social internet only when my father got terminally ill- that's when I met you.

Here, in fact.

However I love chess- every single thing about it.

We complain about this place- drama seems to erupt- but compared to what I've just been looking at, this is truly a great website.

I have my usual "one day into vacation depression."

<Eyal> tried to explain this phenomenon to me once, but possibly I wasn't listening because I can't remember now.

Anyways my first first day of vacation in Korea was spent staying up all night writing dozens fake biographies to determine the "coolest man in history". I'm assuming they are still all buried deep in my forum.

Do you remember that? It was back in the the winter of Ought Seven.

Here, in fact. >

I *think* I didn't have a forum yet, back then. Which is why I was wandering the crazy-player-pages one night ...

I recall the moment perfectly. You were throwing out brilliant puns disguised as a parody of some poor sucker's idiotic style - a sort of proto-lemming, stylewise, but funnier - and a gang of would-be trolls mistakenly thought you were (a) serious, and (b) drunk.

Seeing that I had encountered a rare genius, I strode manfully to the 'rescue', seeing the blighters off with a stern "Great stuff, keep it up, Jess", or something like that.

And you spoke some tender words of appreciation. To *me*. It was lurv at first typo, even though you might have been two bald guys in Omaha.

Actually, your workrate would give 'em heart attacks. We can rule the bald guys out.

As you know <mack> is officially Frogspawn's Roving Ambassador. He is the only person known to have met both me and <Annie>, and to have shared a hotel room with at least one of us. He was due to go to Norway this week, but we might send him to Korea soon.

What's that you say about <hms[3 x 41]>? Gone into the flamethrower biz, has he? I'll try to have a 'quiet word'. But people who live in glass houses are used to being surrounded by panes.

Hmmm. Innaresting that the coiner of the original proverb ("Shouldn't throw stones") should pick frangibility rather than translucency as the distinguishing feature of glass. It doesn't makes sense. I mean, you can't fling stones around indoors unless you live in a medieval castle.

You should probably keep in mind that I talk out of school about <hms123> and spread all manner of ridiculous rumors about him too.

It's because of me that an entire message board from <BRFO> started spamming his email address asking him if he was "really" the man inside Roger Patterson's Bigfoot costume.

Sorry Howard!

Ok then. At least we are safe here in The Spawn.

Or are we?

As you likely know, it was at <The Spawn Ranch> that the Manson family set up shop.

That's why we need to keep "The Frog," as Mikhail Botvinnik proved, in analysis and over the board, with his beloved Winawer.

Which you pointed out shouldn't even be called the Winawer.

My guess is Mayan. But Ah Qaaq is the Corn God and Ah Pook is the Death God, so maybe Popol Vuh is the *God of Floral Arrangements*.

For people like me who are so lazy that the two extra clicks to copy paste are two clicks too many:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Popol_...

Who knew? You were right, it seems. They are Werner Herzog's favorite collaborators as I'm sure you know.

I love Werner. Much more than his contemporary Warmer Weiner Assbinder.

I'm not surprised you're expert in lost Meso American languages, but it's all much simpler than that.

The best part about <Popol Vuh> is that there aren't any words at all.

This one's my favorite- so haunting

- Teutonic? Dominant? Hey, fella, the war's over ...

Maybe not for Christa, born in the ruins of Europe after the rain.

http://youtu.be/kqT4ELCNgiA

A junkie chanteuse lost in a cathedral half the size of Germany.

You got your Neuropean son ...

I met her and heard her sing in the 1980s, during a period of a few months where the charisma returned, along with the broken ghost of beauty. She'd been through a rough time with a rougher band, but for a while everything clicked again.

What are foods that begin with Q for 200, Alex.

Every site's "<real> URL address" is a number - the lettered titles are merely cute mnemonic alternatives. Put 199.237.62.163 in your browser's address field, and see where you find yourself. ;)

The cracker sites simply "don't bother with the domain name prettying-up" cuz that's <too mainstream>. :p

<Dom: <He was due to go to Norway this week, but we might send him to Korea soon.>>

"We", dear? Is that the royal plural, or was I promoted to Frogspawn co-hostess in my absence? ;)

Also, you forgot his birthday. I don't know how you could have, since it's exactly one day after mine...

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