Seanachai

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Croda: And mister marlow, should you be lacking sponsorship at the time when I leave Stuka face down in the mud in our Kniggets Challenge match, I will consider you for Squireosity. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Sorry, Rune's got him. Rune is, after all, a beta god, if somewhat vile. I would have sponsored him myself, except that not only do I already have two squires, but as his stated intention is to destroy me, it might have put me in an awkward position to actually mentor him. Not that I blame him for the intent; Indeed, I think it's important for young people to have goals. Still, as a student of both history and mythology (the two are sometimes indistinguishable), I know that some day my time will come, the world will turn on without me, the sullied waters of the 'Pool will wash over me for the last time, and defeated and slain, I shall rise up incarnate in a new form. Perhaps that new incarnation's name shall be Marlow... BUT NOT BLOODY LIKELY, NOR SOON, YOU SNARLING WHELP! MARLOW, YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE MAN! While I applaud your desire to destroy and supplant me, I'm going to need to see some more impressive taunting, not to mention some CM tactical ability. When you come at me with a string of ears around your neck (ears I recognize, by the way), and can hurl taunts at me that make me laugh and burst into tears at the same time, then I'll know it's time for that last plunge into the depths. Then, my lad, and not before, the Hedgehog will be with you. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Elijah Meeks: You dare tarnish the glorious history of topplement by mentioning it in the same post as, as synaptical?!?!?! Good god, so the cancer has finally reached that walnut sized brain of yours, has it? Be fair, it's no sort of cancer, but rather the unfortunate effect of two of the...er...vials of 'vitamins' you sent me. Do not use the kind of aqua blue capsule ones with that curious er, 'tree bark' infusion that came in the mason jar. This research is taking its toll. My apartment looks like some kind of horrible experiment was conducted with wolverines and malt liquor. Good think you have a separate, larger brain in your anus, though there's a theory going that it was just shoved up there and serves no real purpose. I know your intelligence is just vestigial Yes, Meeks, I'm glad to see you again, as well. I know how hard a time you have expressing your feelings. while topplement is a work of art, nay, a masterpiece of modern linguistics. Thank you for raising the point. I really like topplement, but it needs further definition. Does it mean to simply defeat the other party, or is it more emphatic, a sort of 'you would be justified in choosing not to continue to live, given that topplement has occurred?' <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Elijah Meeks: Synaptical? You are a mook. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Bah! I wave my hand at you! Begone. Why should I waste the real words on Stuka and his ilk? Even topplement is too good for them... ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Stuka: Aww Saanoopy, your'e just jealous... Now run away and be envious of someone else [This message has been edited by Stuka (edited 11-14-2000).]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Jealous? Envious? Why you little spotted cane toad, I've encountered more intriguing individuals in Business meetings, with people who spent 45 minutes discussing (gag) golf, their SUVs, and how their wives were putting on weight, and describing how their wives were trying to take off weight. What synaptical failure would cause you to address me in a manner more befitting one of your own worthless, lowly, pre-eminently subnormal sort of koala-fondling fellows than my own lofty self? You forget yourself, sir, indeed you do! Maybe the dingos ate your brain? Perhaps you achieved too terminal a velocity in your plummet? Check your cheek, fella me lad, and show the respect due to most anyone who can count to 21 without undoing their fly and marveling over what they find, but most especially myself, your intellectual, spiritual, and moral better in every sense of the word. Although I did rather like the nude skydiving bit. Still, sod off you: '****e, we can't send useless criminal wanks to the Americas anymore, because they've stood up on their hindlegs and freed themselves, where, oh where shall we ever send the most useless dregs of our society; here now, did someone mention Australia? but won't they just do the same thing? No? They'll continue to pull the forelock to the Queen and bend knee to the collapse of Empire and send troops to places like Suvla Bay no matter what we subject 'em to? Good on 'ee, then, round up all the poachers, drabs, and lags and send 'em off to the arse end of the world, eh?' And so the Sydney Opera House was built, and land that could have been more gainfully employed supporting primitive, dim, and annoying marsupials was put to the use of Australians like Stuka. The difference was almost unnoticeable, although the marsupials are generally more welcome at international gatherings, and have contributed more to literature. On the positive side, we got access to disks by 'Weddings, Parties, Anything'. Thus ends todays lesson, with an enjoinder not to drift so far into the 'look at me, I'm a Squire who's just discovered how to pull my underpants over my head and pretend to be T.E. Lawrence' mode that everyone has to look away in embarassment, even here in the Peng Challenge Thread, where one would think that embarrassment was so far behind you that it couldn't catch up in a cab. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Malmvig: Seanachai wrote: Maybe so but let us for a minute pay close attention to the news for the day: Two U.S. absentee ballots turn up in Denmark November 13, 2000 Web posted at: 8:18 a.m. EST (1318 GMT) COPENHAGEN, Denmark (CNN) -- Two absentee ballots from the U.S. presidential election have turned up in the mailbox of a family on the Danish island of Fyn, the Danish newspaper Fyens Stifttidende reports. A family in Odense, Fyn's main city, discovered the two Washington state absentee ballots over the weekend, mixed with some material they had ordered from a company in the United States. So whom are the drunken lurker!!! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Oh, Malmvig my happy northern laddie, there's no question that the inhabitants of Washington state are all complete drunkards, and almost incapable of rational action. With all the rain they get, it's a wonder they can even make their way down to a liquor store, but constant practice gets them there somehow. You can't judge all Americans by that standard. Here in Minnesota, for example, we're known as the land of '10,000 Lakes and Treatment Centers'. We dry people out from all over the nation. The Betty Ford Clinic sends Christmas cards to the whole state, thanking us for our efforts. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

You know, over the last few weeks, I'm starting to be of the opinion that Bauhaus has quite rehabilitated himself, especially in light of some of the postings by our newer lads. Fixation with 'thingies' seems to have flown from Bauhaus, and found new places to roost. Hard to say which is the most egregious of posters, but the front runners are PeterNZer(certainly don't know why, a kiwi isn't particularly suggestive of anything, actually), Shandorf, and Stuka. What do the rest of you think as to which of these three is most caught up with their genitalia? Then Bauhaus, who no longer leaps up, may be excused from the remain seated remarks, and they can be more profitably applied to the currently dysfunctional. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Berlichtingen: Well, what a mixed relief, Meeks is back. I rather like what he's had to say about Shandorf. Very apropos. Unfortunately, I don't think I can use Berli's argument with Elijah. Meeks, I shall check my folders, as I believe I owe you a file, some sort of file, somewhere, somehow, a file, for us, somewhere a file, for us. Why West Side Story, now, I wonder? I must check the doseages, this combination is behaving strangely. What's the point of good, pharmaceutical quality when there is no documented body of adequate knowledge of combined doseage effects? Feh. Elijah. I've just met a Knight named Elijah, and suddenly I've found, there's wombats all around, my knees. Say it loud, and there's arty raining say it soft, it's like sinuses draining. Elijah I'll never stop saying Elijah... Journal Entry: Do not use this combination of chemicals again. Apparently induces showtunes. Or rather, something like them. Might not be so bad in a post to YK2, but definitely avoid while posting to Meeks. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by jdmorse: GiT! Seems that I have seen you out there at Rugged Defense spreading a few wild oats about, letting your seed fall on other ground so to speak. You talk of faithfulness yet you expend your precious bodily fluids on other harlots....where are your loyalties, you cad! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Yes, and we need some new budgetary reports. Even my copious amounts of verbiage are probably falling to 3rd or 4th place as some of the newbies reveal an ability to communicate poorly but at amazing length. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Marlow: I have come to this Cesspool, and journeyed up the Schloss Peng under the apparently mistaken impression that this was a challenge thread... pointless gibberish that does nothing to alleviate his feelings of inadequacy As originator of the thread, you should be ashamed. makes several excellent points about how many tedious topics arise on the general Board, including some wank starting up the running HMG concept again ... retire to the realm of Rob and unpleasant and useless individual's name deleted to avoid encouraging him to continue showing up here like a pedophile stalking a playground my journey to the source of the Schloss Peng will not be swayed by incompetent provincials or surly natives. [This message has been edited by Marlow (edited 11-13-2000).]<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hmm, for my money, he can stay. He's made few or no references to bodily functions or thingies, actually sports a knowledge of literature more extensinve than "Hottest Teen Porn Sites on the Web!!!", and actually took the trouble to do some creative work in which he portrayed me fairly accurately (with the exception that I'm far more vicious and depraved than the poor little tyke could ever imagine. I am, in fact, Kurtz. I know, some of you thought Berli would be Kurtz, but you're not thinking things through. Berli is the Power that I have gone into the Wilderness and sold my soul to. Use some sense.) Anyway, I think people should give him some games. I would but I'm dropping under the strain of the ones I have already, and I've had to add Hiram, because he's becoming obstreperous. Also, he's inspired Croda to actually make some attempt to move beyond his recent pattern of posts into something more entertaining. And Croda's right, I don't like to get wet. But I do, indeed, go out that far. Remember Sparky? Sometimes I'll be found quite far from the crumbling shores of Schloss Peng. Now, I am deeply concerned with the fact that the Kiwis seem to worship bad Japanese children's cartoons. Perhaps we should look into some form of counseling for them. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Hiram Sedai: Sir Seachai, I am saddened to see that you are indeed bereft of testosterone. I had thought that living in the land of the "Vikes" would have toughened you up by now, But it would appear that your effeminate nature is truly indominateable and pervasive. When it started snowing in August, did you put on your coat of the fuschia hue and your Pokemon mittens to play in the snow? I could try to explain passion for football to you, but I'm sure it would be met with much eye rolling and deep sighing on your knightly part. Please let me know when you want to share in a PBEM. Now that would be good entertainment. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Saucy monkey!(Gad, that one made even me shudder), you dare raise your eyes to my countenance, and your voice in my presence?! Good for you, Hiram. I shall send you a setup tonight. Although I am horribly swamped with games, most are past the setup point, so they're moving along a little better. Post any preferences you have here, so I can make sure your Squirely feelings aren't hurt. Oh, and I didn't realize your beloved Philadelphia Eagles were a football team. Who plays goalie for them, and forwards? I assume they're a little American startup effort? ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Roborat:

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Hiram Sedai: To all pool members: Please know that the Philadelphia Eagles have won today. How does this affect you? <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Hiram, if you don't stop posting about this thing called the Philadelphia Eagles (which I assume is some sort of boys club you belong to), I shall vomit up multiple meals and send them to you in baggies, overnight delivery. For the most part you are a wonderful lad, but this fixation you have is starting to worry me. Is this a rock group? Are you doing drugs? ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Shandorf: Hey... BTW where the hell is Chewy and Mr. Leaks? Did they...*gasp* drown? Jeff<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Chupacabra is away until Sunday (he posted some gibberish on the main forum, but apparently was too trashed to come here and let us know. I'm becoming more than a bit worried about Meeks, though. He's never been gone this long, and what with the election and all, I'm afraid something might have happened. Any news stories about a raving man shouting about beautiful asian women in the news lately? ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Malmvig: Seanachai wrote: Spoken like a gentleman! Come to my arms, my beamish boy! This is not the way to start a fight! I thought yo know better than this! You could at least had said something like this: Well that's just fine, you drunken Danish git. How dare yo enter the portal of pure wisdom! I put you degenerated Viking up for a challange and this time you may which you had been sober! Bloody amateur! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Ah, good, there's that drunken Dane. I don't think we've had that many of you degenerate descendants of the once great Viking raiders here in the pool, so I chose to welcome you originally in a way that wouldn't send you fleeing back to your dinghies and sculling your way north again while weeping and complaining of the harshness of strangers, like some latter-day Scandinavian Blanche Dubois. We are not, of course, compeletely bereft of the company of squareheads, as Geier is a Swede, but I cannot say too much about Geier, as he thoroughly thrashed me in a PBEM (I was able, of course, to stave off anything like the now legendary 'Chupacabra Loss', which I understand some other poor fool has recently achieved (was it Moriarity? I hope so, it would serve him right for choosing 'random weather' in our current game). But I digress. My purpose here, now that we know you won't shame your warriour anscestry with personal displays of whinging and buggering off, is to welcome you in an appropriate way to this, the Cesspool, the Peng Challenge Thread, you Carlsberg spraying, knuckle-dragging dreg of a once great people. Now, I know that recently I made a statement that nationality was of little importance here in the Peng Challenge Thread, but as I am from Minnesota, and our local landscape is overrun with the immigrant get of people like Geier and Malmvig, I occassionaly must make a personal exception, and vent spleen on those who remained behind in the Old Country (doubtless because emmigrating was too complicated, so they remained crouching in the snow and darkness, trying to remember how one went about pillaging). Here, a man can't make his way down to the Pub without tripping over dozens of Danes, Norwegians, and Swedes, standing in little groups, laughing vapidly, and attempting to form Lutheran brotherhoods. Feh. Anyway, Malmvig, I make due note of your sloshing about, and fear not, if we do have tea, we shall be pouring ale into your cup, so as to keep your chemical intake up to a level that allows you to function in a semi-coherent, Scandinavian sort of way. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads. [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 11-11-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Marlow: Seanachai-a-pet, You illiterate baboon. There is not "e" in the Marlow in question. Dig a little deeper. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Oh, please. You've come into the Cesspool, and you're claiming roots in "Heart of Darkness"? That's bloody near unpardonable hubris. Be careful, in your journey upriver. Should you actually arrive at your destination in the heart of Schloss Peng, it will be you brokenly crying 'the horror, the horror!'. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Jadayne: hey, cool. you made it. here. take a party hat. there's beer in the fridge and chips on the table. I'll pop a bunch of FRIENDS re-runs on the vcr and we can all sing campfire songs together. *deep sigh* (I can't believe It's sunk to this) <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Did someone mention a sing-song? Hey, Happy Birthday, Jadayne! Sorry I'm a little late. (Meeks! Why didn't you come over to the Thread and tell people so they could come by and wish him a happy birthday?!). ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by JDMorse speaking to Marlow: Pick out a victim as a pride of lions does, concentrating on the weak, except Hiram, he doesn't count. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> He seems to have taken your advice, Morse, he's having a go at Herr Oberst. He even made some attempt at pithy insults, although they were middling, at best. And, of course, he came totally a cropper at the end of his diatribe and posting when he insulted me, in terms that were painfully inadequate. Poor little tyke. Also, he was confused enough to call Oberst a Knight, which he is, of course, nothing of. And, of course, the reference to Hiram not counting is solely as regards not picking on him for a fight merely because he is the 'nice' squire (which the ignorant equate with weakness). Hiram's own strange, blended personality, not to mention his position as my Squire, ensures that he will always 'count'. Having said that, I'm still waiting for OSGF's ears. My desk presently lacks these essential ornaments, Hiram. What progress? ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads. [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 11-10-2000).]

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by David Aitken: That said, wouldn't it be funny if Stuka had loud sirens on his undercarriage... David<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Ah, Aitken, you've returned. The Hogarth of the Peng Challenge Thread. Thank the gods your artwork once again illuminates these narrow and fetid passages (Sit Down, Shandorf!). It give the place some tone. Also, it cuts down on the rather raucous echo effect that occurs when the Knights laugh at some of the shinola dragged in here and passed off as smack. I swear by the Powers that cast Berli out, if some of you lot continue this practice of alternately spinning in place, arse-smacking, and giggling, we're going to drain a few areas and set up see-saws labeled 'Squires'. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Marlow: Ah, I see the cowards remark struck home.<HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Marlow. Why have you come to this dark and sullen place? Errm, aherm, er, Sir! I came here to fight! To fight. Yet you appear before us like one of no consequence. You make demands. Of us, the Knights of the 'Pool. But what have you offered, you worm, that you would make demands here? uh, I, uh, well, I taunted? And said some insulting things! YOU MISERABLE PILE OF ****E! YOU CALL THAT TAUNTING? INSULTS? I'VE SCRAPED BETTER INSULTS OFF MY SHOES AFTER A LATE NIGHT UNDERPANTS DANCE THROUGH THE LOCAL PARK! Randomly scattered dog droppings show more strategy, structure, and wit than you seem capable of. So far, you've mocked the French, and insulted Lawyers. Oh, what bravery! You've chosen the usual soft targets, you useless little man. You are not fit to buff Morses's florsheims, nor kiss the ground before PawBroon's froggy feet. SILENCE, NOW, WHILE I BROOD SOME MORE! (Zoo, zoo, zoo, you can come too, too, too, we're goin' to the zoo, zoo, zoo; we're all goin' to the zoo!) I HAVE PONDERED HIS FATE, AND I LET IT HERE BE KNOWN! You must try again. Your taunting was like rat droppings on toast. Your insults lacked any real substance. But you seemed to have a clue about the process. Have another go around, and make it more personal, and more interesting. Oh, and avoid the usual round of family insults, 'my pet is less sexually active than your pet', the unusually tedious 'I shall make you cry' references, and, most especially, don't make any little girl references. We have little girls here who could string you up from a tree and remove your most precious, but generally unimpressive personal bits, while laying a bit of smack on your betters, writing a bit of poetry and observances in their personal journals (dear diary, today I removed a rather saddeningly small testosterone pump unit from some git named Marlow. Not sure if he was pretending to be Christopher or Philip; in either case, he forgot the final 'e'. Tomorrow, how will I get through the day, with only this lot to play?), and keeping 'Poolers at bay with casual flicks of a sjambok (consider the historical source of said instrument, and then consider how some here have approached Kitty and YK2). Now, go out there (stand in that puddle of effluent right there...no, no, not there, you wank, the deeper puddle over by where we've hung Aitkins rather priceless drawings), and try again. Speak with a bit more authority, man, we've got drunkards and lunatics off their meds who can make a better impression. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by jshandorf: Yes.... and stay on your side of the pool and remember to mind my 3 foot personal growth space (Sit down, Bauhaus!). If this is some sort of ruse to get me to repopulate the earth with you missy, then you are barking up the wrong tree. Jeff <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Ha, Shandorf, the only thing you're capable of repopulating is a petri dish, and that in record time. Three foot personal growth space? What kind of personal growths are you developing? You might want to see a physician. Mensch is actually improving lately, and you seem to be teetering on the edge. Many of us would have given you a good shove, but couldn't find a stick or somefink, and didn't like to actually come into close contact with you. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

Hmm, seems better in here now. Earlier I thought I'd stumbled into an episode of "Dr. Quinn, Frontier Proctologist." Where's Meeks been lately? Did he finally give up in disgust at the quality of some recent posts? Or did he sell his possessions and get a plane ticket to France, there to become Honorary French, and start up an eMadness online business with PawBroon? ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by YK2: Heyyyyyyyy Jeff is everyone asleep or did one of those Rushkies finally push the button on us? Armageddon..... just you, me and CM. Thank god I remembered to pack some supplies cos this could be a long night. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Left alone on earth with Shandorf? I wouldn't wish that on anyone. You are not alone, YK2, we are always with you. ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

<BLOCKQUOTE>quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Malmvig: Well on a secound thought - I take it to the Ping thread! It's where it belongs anyway. Just to be polite! <HR></BLOCKQUOTE> Spoken like a gentleman! Come to my arms, my beamish boy! ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads. [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 11-09-2000).] [This message has been edited by Seanachai (edited 11-09-2000).]

I remember, in so far as one nick-named 'Senility' can get by yesterday's lunch without having a moment of: here, that was quite tasty; wonderfully like what I ate...oh, the other day, I guess. Anyway, I remember the various Germans™ going on about their culture, and their literature, and their 'by the wah-dee-doo-dah'. But I re-encountered this, the other day, and lately, it's seemed appropriate. The lovely thing about being me, and being on my computer, is that there are things like this on it. And I'm not you. You Gentleman who think you have a mission to purge us, of the seven deadly sins should first sort out the basic food position-- then start your preaching thats where it begins! You lot who preach restraint, and watch your waist as well should learn for once the way the world is run however much you twist or whatever lies that you tell food is the first thing, morals follow on... so first make sure that those who are now starving get proper helpings when we all start carving What Keeps Mankind Alive? what keeps mankind alive, the fact that millions are daily tortured, stifled, punished, silenced and oppressed mankind can keep alive thanks to its brilliance in keeping its Humanity repressed and for once you must try not to shriek the facts: Mankind is kept Alive by bestial acts. -Kurt Weil ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.

ROIGHT, THEN! LINE UP AGAINST THAT WALL, TOES ON THAT LINE, YOU PUBLIC NUISANCES, AND ANSWER THE COMMANDER UP FRONT WHEN YOUR F'ING NAME IS CALLED, OR WE'LL HAVE THE BALLOCKS OFF YOU! So. I go out for a bit of a run on the CM Board, and what do I find? I find a thread where many, nay, all, of the posters are from the Peng Challenge Thread. It is, of course, locked down by that bald-headed lunatic, Madmatt, instanter (may his hair never grow back). But what to my wondering eyes should appear, but the fact that some actually witty, some actually amusing, some actually interesting posts were there before it got locked down. So. PawBroon. YK2. Chupacabra. Hiram Sedai. Croda. You aren't happy here in the Peng Challenge Thread? You have to take your little discussions elsewhere? You ignore the fact that this Thread is crying out for witty repartee? For humour? Do you think that everyone should have to endlessly sit through the postings of the new arrivals and Knight wannabes in order to get some entertainment? Or do you take the initiative, and, French like, shout: I HAVE WIT, ME! I SHALL BE POSTING TO ANNOY AND BELITTLE ALL WHO ARE NOT SO FINE AS ME AT MAKING THE BON MOT! EH, I SHALL GO BEYOND ALL THAT, AND MAKE THE MOT JUSTE! Now, who's for a bit of a repentative sing-song? ------------------ After witnessing exceptional bravery from his Celtic mercenaries, Alexander the Great called them to him and asked if there was anything they feared. They told him nothing, except that the sky might fall on their heads.