Hakko Ichiu

Heterotic E8 x E8 String Theory sounds kinky. It excites my bozons.

Ye gads, it's been months since I've been here. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose as the [insert adjective here] French would say: you all still suck golf balls through garden hoses and dalem is still fiddling with his "phaser", as he likes to call it. No doubt it is one of those Old Trek garage-door-opener mini-phasers, as opposed to the more manly phaser rifles. Mind you, I don't see any cabana boys to dismember. Good times, good times. Now clear a spot by the fire and I'll warm my hairy ass. Mine's still a large single malt, spring water on the side.

Well, that's would be, in a way, good news, because it would make me a decade or so younger than I am. It is, however, false on its face, since it would imply that you can reproduce. And happy birthday to Wankmaster Elvis.

I just wanted to let you reprobates know that life sucks. How do I know this, you ask. Easy: -- Just in time for my nephew's bar mitzvah, I get a respriratory infection that keeps me from travelling. -- Our rental property just got burglarized. -- Since bad things come in threes, I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yes, technically that makes for three shoes, but whatever. I blame Berli. On the bright side, at least I am not Joe Shaw, or Hiram, or Croda, or {shudder} Meeks. You may now resume your regularly scheduled suckfest.

Shingles? Planking? You live in a beach hut!!! </font>

Dear Save Seanachai Fund: I would like to contribute to your noble cause, but I have one problem. I always make very detailed memos on checks to aid in record keeping. If I write "For Suckage" on a check made out to "Steve", it could cause some embarassment should my wife be going through our canceled checks. Can you please advise? Yours faithfully etc, etc,

Well, I thought I'd dust off the old MOPP suit and nip quickly into my one-time haunt. I'm glad to see, that after a period of fermentation (always a bit stinky), the MBT has settled comfortably back into its old incarnation, with only occasional bubbles of swamp gas (or is that just Jo Xia? My only purpose for this visit was actually to tell the Gnome that if he doesn't have any music by Kate Rusby, he should run, not walk, to his nearest purveyor of musical content and pick up one of her albums. Her greatest hits album, Ten, is a good place to start. I think I'll sod off now before the suit starts to break down. Toodles.

<sniff> <sniff> Hmm, a bit musty and mildewy in here. No wonder I haven't been by in so long. Just thought I'd pop in and say HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EMMA Come on, everybody: Love me tender Love me true...

Once upon a time, the Peng Challenge was a place where Great Souls challenged each other according to the time-hallowed rituals and there was much taunting and feasting and abusing of SSNs. In an echo of those glory days, I can report that I have decidedly trashed the evil Soviet hordes of Andreas, earning a Major Victory, despite his numerical preponderance of clankety things. Glory, glory, glory!

Can't I just kick you until you don't wake up? It would be a win-win situation all around; definitely Pareto-optimal. The MBT crumbles around him and the Olde One calls for Holy War? Is this naught but a cynical attempt to distract the easily led from the sorry state of domestic affairs within the 'Pool itself? What damage have these threads done to us? Is there any real, verifiable evidence that they intend to cause us harm, or could even do so? Can we not simply contain them? Is it not the job of the moderators who represent the entire community to exercise their mandate on these so-called "rogue threads" (although I prefer the term "thread of concern")? I think we have to look for a darker motive behind all this. Specifically, a thick, dark substance which Seanachai and all his like lust after. I refer of course, to Guinness Stout! We all know that he is addicted to it. He refuses to cut down his consumption or even attempt to find domestic substitutes such as Bartles and Jaymes Winecoolers (which are domestically produced and known to be better for the health and the environment). Well, I say, "NOT IN MY NAME! NO CRUSADE FOR BEER!"

We'll have none of that, missy. We only allow GrogPorn™ in this thread.

You have done well, little sycophant. We shall keep him and name him Blixie.

[sigh]Change and decay in all around I see. Where are the glories of Peng threads past? Gone, gone, like R'lyeh beneath the waves. Oh, Peng! thy once great thread now lies waste. Barely worth using for sig tests.[/sigh] Still, gotta check the sig. All turns have gone out, btw. [ February 23, 2003, 10:09 PM: Message edited by: Hakko Ichiu ]

I had a long way to come and didn't want to take the time to stop at the laundromat.

A chill, dry breeze blows open the door to Cesspool. In its wake strides a solitary figure, clad in dusty, stained garments. In his sash are thrust two swords. Half-cloaked in shadow, in reaches up and rubs back his balding head. You called? Where're the 'pool-boys?

You mean he's lying face down in a gutter, counting all those little cubes of carrot and saying to himself, "I dount remimber eatin' nae carrots."? [edited for Glaswegian] [ January 26, 2003, 01:38 PM: Message edited by: Hakko Ichiu ]

He can always use Seanachai's room at my place. Then my kids can poke him with pointy sticks.

Jo Xia, you were always anathema to me, so that much at least hasn't changed. By declaring yourself Outlaw, you realize that you are, in essence, a ronin, and since there is only one ronin Kanigget of the 'Pool, you must, ipso facto, be subordinate to him. Who is this person? you ask. Search your memories, he is none other than Slapdragon. On your own head be it.

Holy @#@#$ing }{>!? of )(&)(&! How the heck did you have that many men there? It's not like my guys are over 50 m. away or anything.

Virginia, eh? Slowly, slowly creeping southward, eh, Chup. Soon you'll be putting a gun-rack in your king-cab and voting Republican. At which point, you might want to come down to the real South.

Happy Fecking New Year. I wish you War, Pestilence, Famine, Death, and any other hairy, scary Horsemen you desire. Dring up!

I'm taking this opportunity to rescue the MBT from the nether pages and to say that everyone owes me turns except Geier, but he's probably watching LOTR:TTT for the 4th consecutive time and is too busy criticising the knot density on the Ents to give a rats patootie. Feck!

I would wish Delaney a happy birthday, but alas I fear that as long as she keeps company with Panzer Leader the best she can hope for is a birthday that sucks a little bit less than every other day.

Hmm. Is that a mini-Ditka? In which case you're probably on solid ground. But a full-sized Ditka? No way, unless he was injured, and had his left hand tied to his right ankle.

Are you sure? His being Texan explains so much more.