Seanachai

Oh, and Noba gave me ****e about writing Small Emma stories. I want his knee caps shattered.

And yet the cock did NOT thrice crow ... NOW DID IT Seanachai! You may, perhaps, have confused it with three crows who had ... well anyway ... The rules are very specific on this subject ... Joe </font>

Untrue, untrue, untrue. If ever I DO betray you, oh Bard of bards, know that it will be with a kiss. A Glasgow Kiss. </font>

I'll tell you, Joe. There were Three Old Bastards, sitting in a Wasteland. They were MrPeng, and Berlichtigen, and the Seanachai. And one was Annoyed, and one was Evil, and one made a place for the People to come. Mythology, Joe. Like it, hate it, leave it. It infuses everything we do. And I am here to tell you, Boo has betrayed me.

No, not so much. I have made for myself a little bit of abuse and amusement here in the Peng Challenge Thread. I will not forsake it. </font>

Wilt thou forsake me, Josephus?

No, not so much. I have made for myself a little bit of abuse and amusement here in the Peng Challenge Thread. I will not forsake it.

Untrue, untrue, untrue. If ever I DO betray you, oh Bard of bards, know that it will be with a kiss. A Glasgow Kiss. </font>

Shaw? Joe? Goddamnit, man. I'm dancing on the brink of Boo's betrayal and the rest of the Thread's general idiocy, and you're off having a snog with the wife, or something. Is she doing well? Are the long hours on the road, in transit from place to place, hurting your marriage? Or is time away from you giving the both of you perspective on what made the magic between you wonderful, and produced your children? And how are the kids doing, Joe? As I grow older, and the immediacy of my paranoia eases, and the magic of every life I've ever touched fills up the dark hours of the night when I contemplate the fact that one day, I will no longer exist, I like to ask. Because, you know, Joe. You're just another shaft of light into the darkness that will one day claim everything that I've ever been. All my foolishness, all my jokes, all my raging and laughter. All my words. Everything that I have been. So many glowing lights, against the greater darkness. So many candles that we light to mark our way from darkness to darkness.

SHAW, YOU SWINE! WHIP THE CURS TO HEEL! TAKE MY HAND, AND RAISE ME UP FROM THE HELL OF THEIR FOOLISHNESS!

You bastard! Are you a part of all this?! HELP ME, MOTHER! THEY'RE TRYING TO CRUCIFY ME!

Or not ... that's another good option that we shouldn't overlook. Who knew Seanachai was so HIGH MAINTENANCE, eh? Well, other than dalem but no one listens to him. Joe </font>

ALL MUST BE ANSWERED! UNTIL BOO IS BROUGHT BEFORE ME, I WILL NOT DRINK! Well, nothing serious. Maybe a glass of white wine. A non-varietal. The sort of beer, perhaps, that Lars would drink. A single malt of less than 15 years. You have to understand. I am a man riven with horror, betrayed by Boo, the one creature in all an age of mankind who I felt would never forsake me. A man who has looked into the eye of treachery, and seen reflected there his own, ultimate dissolution. But it's only about 5 o'clock. I mean, it's not like I'm going to drink fruit juice or something, until the replete corruption of Boo Radley is laid before me, and I'm allowed to call for his severed head to be tossed at my feet. It could be hours. I'm a busy man.

Boo! You have betrayed me. I am in receipt of emails...I am hearing such things...I would never have thought you would so betray me. I always loved you, Boo. But you never loved me...

Misery's the river of the world Misery's the river of the world Everybody row... Everybody row...

We're not, so sit down. </font>

Splendid! If we ever go to war with Russia, we'll put you in front of the front. You can break trail for the rest of the army. Michael </font>

Small Friend is getting so grown-up these days. Very funny. Story to follow, you idjit. </font>

You know, you Aussie fecks couldn't survive our climate for an average 48 hour period in the winter, and that's just in terms of Northern Ohio, were Boo rusticates, and not some real winter wonderland like Minnesota. Living in Oz has made you as weak as water. If you'd had to fight in Russia, as opposed to North Africa, you lot would have been crying and surrendering like a bunch of pre-teen girls. It strikes me that your entire reputation as a fighting nation is based on the fact that you've never been called to war outside your 'comfort zone'. I've read post-war analysis written up by captured German generals for the pentagon about what to expect if America got involved in a war with Russia. And do you know what I noticed? The chapter on 'Climate and Weather', about what to expect in ground combat in the central district around Moscow? It was the same goddamn stuff we deal with every winter in Minnesota. The general involved made the point that the weather they'd dealt with was 'unusually brutal', and it's the average for my State. What can we take away from this? Well, the knowledge that Minnesota will never be invaded by Australia, no matter what the prize. They're simply not tough enough to cope...

Small Friend is getting so grown-up these days. Very funny. Story to follow, you idjit.

My name is Alexis Zorba. I have other names, if you are interested...

Sword of Rome, eh? Who is playing as "the Greeks" and what is the significance of this? I've been wondering about this since January 24th. </font>

Ah! pauses to make sure that no one is going to erupt out of the puddle with something new... Yes, well, how very special. Let's hear it for our Dalem, eh? Applause? Vociferations? No? Nothing? Who could blame you. It's like having poetry shoved up your arse with a jolly 'ho-ho'. Which is exactly what each and every one of you fecks not only deserve, but need. He won't be around for a few days, eh? He's going out East, to do this and that for his family, and bring his Dad's car back out here to Minnesota. An inheritance, as it were. There's few enough, in the Peng Challenge Thread, who haven't lost someone in the last few years. Here's a glass raised, to those we've lost. Perhaps we should be trying to entice a younger crowd? Simply for marketing reasons?

Of course you do. Now, turn around and smile.

Work is running out. Missed you all. Kind of like the phantom pain that amputees endure. Had to return, to keep Boo in line. Spring is coming. I will soon be paddling again. But, in that interesting window between working, and the kayaking season, I figure on showing up here and abusing you all. But especially the Australians. Gods, how I hate the damn Australians.