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Hakko Ichiu

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  1. I was playing [CENSORED] which involves taking a VL surrounded by wire. I moved my troops up in text book fashion; suppressed the enemy in the area; then brought up my pioneers to remove the wire. I moved them right next to it and waited... and waited ... and waited. Nothing. Finally I sent my infantry through the wire, and they didn't seem to go any faster than normal. So, do engineers do anything against wire in CMBB? Mind you, they were handy against the mine fields.

  2. Originally posted by Zarquon:

    (cleans his boots, comes in, blushes...)

    Hi everyone, got a couple of eighties boardgames with me, I'll put them on the table beside the fireplace in case anybody likes a try at Wooden Ships or Awful Green Things From Outer Space...

    Time definitely seems to flow much slower in this thread, so I might give Vietnam (VG) another try. Ahhhhh.....

    Oh yes, there's some fine Hasseröder Pilsener, too. Help yourself, we got plenty. Sorry, no glasses.

    Can I put on CD2 of Bitches Brew?

    In this kind of atmosphere, I think Cosmic Encounter or Illuminati would be more appropriate, and more people could join in the fun. Keep a bottle of that Pilsner cool for me, would you.
  3. Just a quick word to say that there will be no turns from me before Saturday. Anyone wanting to send me a set-up (Geier) or turns (a wunch of you sorry bankers) should probably just find better things to do with your time -- try honing those belly-button lint extraction skills that are so vital to so many of you.

    [Edited to add: My heart goes out to all the Aussies, Brits, Balinese and others who lost loved ones in the attack. I am less tender-hearted than many, so I will ask in my prayers for the swift discovery and just punishment of those who committed the act and those who helped and harbored them.]

    [ October 16, 2002, 11:26 AM: Message edited by: Hakko Ichiu ]

  4. Originally posted by Seanachai:

    You keep cats that are larger than your children.

    Any hopes you might have of carrying off the role of leering womanizer are laughable.

    I may be married, but I ain't dead. Besides, Jeeves the Wonder-Cat is a total chick-magnet. His purr will stop a hottie at 30 yards.

    Now, I can't help noticing that some of these scented candles smell rather...exotic. I think I shall have to grab some of Lutz's Lagavulin to counterbalance them. Just a spring water chaser on the side, laddie.

  5. Originally posted by Geier:

    Don't forget your I'Ching set. You know how upset you become when you can't consult it every day.

    Since I sense that this is an inconvenient and inappropriate time, I shall send you a setup.

    You will be the inept unter-commies with Really Big Tanks and I shall be the gallant, Byronic-heroish (hah!) liberal nazis blowing you to tiny bits with my very precize toolz. Ze irony will amuse me to no ends.

    Casting the yarrow stalks in regard to your challenge, I arrive at Hexagram 1438(B), No Wang or Utter Contempt, while the weak Yang in the fifth line indicates a change to Hexagram 1369(z), Sod Off. The judgement reads:

    Bring it on, pansy boy with your long flowing locks and silk shirt open to the xiphoid process. You might as well stand between Rosie O'Donnell and a triple-layer chocolate mousse cake for all the mercy I will show you.

    Brilliant, those ancient Chinese, eh?

    Seanachai, I still await your fecking set up. Am I to file you under "slow arses" along with Jo Xia?

  6. Bah! Jury duty next week. Fecking turns will be slow in coming.

    It is possible that my stated policy that anyone arrested must be guilty of something deserving capital punishment will get me dismissed from the jury, but I wouldn't count on it. This is North Carolina, after all.

    Perhaps if I appear in full Taoist regalia while chanting from the Book of Odes they'll give me a pass.

  7. Originally posted by Seanachai:

    But, hell, Hakko, I'm pretty sure he said something disturbing about being a 'Southerner'.

    And you know how that lot of cheesed-off, 'I like a fine red wine with my possum' lot of sons-of-bitches has to wrap themselves in a show of having a brain given that everyone from more manly and intelligence promoting climes regards them as a bunch of thick-skulled, knuckle-dragging, English slurring idjits who never get tired of reliving having lost the American Civil War.

    How's things in North Carolina, by the way?

    Let me know when you want a game, lad.

    Well, I trust that under your "tutelage" (note the ironic, lewdly smirking quotes) the lad will grow in office. One can only hope.

    Having moved from the lands of ice, snow, and pasty-skinned inhabitants to an Arcadia of sun, soft breezes and tanned co-eds in sun dresses that are strategically displaced by the aforementioned soft breezes, I can but be optimistic. Is it snowing up in Ventura-land yet? Oh, yeah, you betcha.

    Possum, by the way, only benefits from a light red, say a Brouilly, or a young Pinot Noir. A bigger, more assertive red would overpower the delicate flavor of the flesh.

    As to wanting a game, as we say down in these parts, "I'll have you, boyo." Pick a scenario (double-blind, of course) or send a set-up.

  8. Originally posted by Malakovski:

    Originally posted by Hakup Ichor:

    Ooh, I am cut to the quick! Oh, Death, where is thy sting? Has no one told you that stupid renderings of screen names rank even lower than puns on the humor scale? It belongs in the schoolyard, not the 'Pool -- my oldest daughter (5) can produce examples at least as humorous as yours. I know, almost everyone in the 'Pool does it, but you have pretensions to, well, something, so try living up to them.

    The true language-grog has a versatility that lets him go beyond a single canonical definition of purpose, such as the "aesthetically pleasing economy" mentioned above but probably not understood by one so obviously dense and thesaurus-bound.

    My words bend to my purpose, as I choose it, be that aesthetic economy or, as is more often here, annoying you gits.

    Funny, since you have singularly failed to annoy me. I would have to consider your mewlings far more meritorious (as opposed to meretricious) to consider being annoyed at them worth my while.

    And if prose fails to that end, my poetry will pierce any armor. Fear it.

    Better. Keep trying, sport.

    [ October 10, 2002, 05:07 PM: Message edited by: Hakko Ichiu ]

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