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  1. It's not as if I'm jones'n for some hot hot IDF action, but it does strike me as a bit odd that a 2007-set wargame in Syria does not even offer the merest option for IDF forces. Given such proximity to Damascus and their, er, success with prior engagements, one would think -- espicially after the inclusion of all sorts of tanjential forces in CMBB -- that this would not be an unreasonable stretch. I'd much more expect IDF forces in a "scenario pack" than say your traditional UN mismash of Norwegian, Nigerians, etc.
  2. Comment: You spelled "announcement" incorrectly. Question: When and how much?
  3. Since I happened across an ad for the game in some PC magazine back in October of 2000, CM, and, just as importantly, the CM koinonia (espicially me brothers and only friends of the Holy Mother Thread) have been there - overtly or coverly - through the downtimes (two cancers, three deaths, one job-loss and the start of a war) as well as the uptimes (the purchase of the centers of my life: my two wonderful daughters). 'Gainst the AI, or PBEM (and MrSpkr still owes me a turn!), or all those crazy-drunk TCP/IP games, CM has been there for me, and all those hapless like me. G-d bless you one and all, and thank you very much. Clayton Barnett "Iskander"
  4. #1: my mother's father was a pilot in the South Pacific. In the Fall of 1941, he had gone to Canada to learn to fly, so he could go to Britain and fight. He came back to the 'States on December 9-10 and was immediately commissioned into the AAC. He's buried in the Nat'l Cemetary outside of Sante Fe, NM. I'm named for him. #2: my father-in-law was a leutenant in the Hungarian Cav. His unit went active in Poland on Jan. 1 '45. They spent the next three months mostly behind the lines, retreating, and trying to stay alive. For the last month before the war's end he was in Denmark. After the war, returning to Hungary, he immediately went into the gulag. Lots of fascinating, scary stories when I get a few drinks into him. Somewhat OT: my mother and her parents all at one time or another worked at Sandia/Los Alamos on A- and H-bomb development. My mother told the story of how one Xmas they all got drunk and went to a hanger to have their pix taken on an A-bomb; I sometimes wonder if that has something to do with me being a mule. She also had to help carry one of the Gemini heat shields once, but that's another story. A better story was when my afforementioned grandfather was in the Nevada desert setting up one of the nuke tests. Unexpectedly, the counter started counting down. Human nature being what it is, everyone went screaming off in all directions. He said that after a minute or so, it occurred to him that running was kinda futile. After walking a bit, the bomb didn't go off (logical in hindsight: they hadn't finished arming it) so he spent an hour or so getting back to the command bunker. He said IN NO UNCERTAIN TERMS someone else could go get it ready again.
  5. #1: my mother's father was a pilot in the South Pacific. In the Fall of 1941, he had gone to Canada to learn to fly, so he could go to Britain and fight. He came back to the 'States on December 9-10 and was immediately commissioned into the AAC. He's buried in the Nat'l Cemetary outside of Sante Fe, NM. I'm named for him. #2: my father-in-law was a leutenant in the Hungarian Cav. His unit went active in Poland on Jan. 1 '45. They spent the next three months mostly behind the lines, retreating, and trying to stay alive. For the last month before the war's end he was in Denmark. After the war, returning to Hungary, he immediately went into the gulag. Lots of fascinating, scary stories when I get a few drinks into him. Somewhat OT: my mother and her parents all at one time or another worked at Sandia/Los Alamos on A- and H-bomb development. My mother told the story of how one Xmas they all got drunk and went to a hanger to have their pix taken on an A-bomb; I sometimes wonder if that has something to do with me being a mule. She also had to help carry one of the Gemini heat shields once, but that's another story. A better story was when my afforementioned grandfather was in the Nevada desert setting up one of the nuke tests. Unexpectedly, the counter started counting down. Human nature being what it is, everyone went screaming off in all directions. He said that after a minute or so, it occurred to him that running was kinda futile. After walking a bit, the bomb didn't go off (logical in hindsight: they hadn't finished arming it) so he spent an hour or so getting back to the command bunker. He said IN NO UNCERTAIN TERMS someone else could go get it ready again.
  6. #1: my mother's father was a pilot in the South Pacific. In the Fall of 1941, he had gone to Canada to learn to fly, so he could go to Britain and fight. He came back to the 'States on December 9-10 and was immediately commissioned into the AAC. He's buried in the Nat'l Cemetary outside of Sante Fe, NM. I'm named for him. #2: my father-in-law was a leutenant in the Hungarian Cav. His unit went active in Poland on Jan. 1 '45. They spent the next three months mostly behind the lines, retreating, and trying to stay alive. For the last month before the war's end he was in Denmark. After the war, returning to Hungary, he immediately went into the gulag. Lots of fascinating, scary stories when I get a few drinks into him. Somewhat OT: my mother and her parents all at one time or another worked at Sandia/Los Alamos on A- and H-bomb development. My mother told the story of how one Xmas they all got drunk and went to a hanger to have their pix taken on an A-bomb; I sometimes wonder if that has something to do with me being a mule. She also had to help carry one of the Gemini heat shields once, but that's another story. A better story was when my afforementioned grandfather was in the Nevada desert setting up one of the nuke tests. Unexpectedly, the counter started counting down. Human nature being what it is, everyone went screaming off in all directions. He said that after a minute or so, it occurred to him that running was kinda futile. After walking a bit, the bomb didn't go off (logical in hindsight: they hadn't finished arming it) so he spent an hour or so getting back to the command bunker. He said IN NO UNCERTAIN TERMS someone else could go get it ready again.
  7. If, after over two bleary years in the Holy Mother Thread, I've done nothing more than bring two vipers to fang each other, then I shall be justified. Oh, there were other things, but this outshines them all....
  8. Hi Mom! Hope things in Purgatory are going well! See you (relatively) soon! PS JD may be my washed-up, pathetic excuse for my Most Just and Gracious Lord, but at least he gets to work with hot-hot lawyer action! [ May 13, 2003, 09:54 PM: Message edited by: Iskander ]
  9. Thunk? Not a silly lawyer! Jake maybe, being a DC sewer-liver, but you or MrSpkr, never. Ah, the piquant taste of one's own Lord & Master, beaten like one of Scott Ritter's dates in the parking lot of a Burger King... lovely!
  10. **looks about... recognizes only a few** sigh Well, must start somewhere, so: Long has it been since I ventured upon these shorts -- er, shores. Between the Scylla of 'New Daughter' and the Charybdis of 'Massive Layoffs' one does not find the time that one had in the halcyon (or prozac, or meth) days before WWIV. another sigh, but this time accompanied by a stabilizing toss of a highball glass In the outer darkness of the Cess have I yet labored against the forces of small-e-evil: Mrspkr of the most-gamey QB setup, Lars who causes Operations to crash, and SpeedBump who does have the good grace to lose every game I play with him. His Hungarian wife must be just that much worse than mine, thank God. But, there is no point to this post, only gloating: after YEARS at the blazing dialup speed of 38k, I now cruise at a porn-a-rific 256k. I cordially invite everyone below this speed to kiss my T-34/85c exhaust fans. Hugs & kisses all-round, Iskander
  11. That's all part of the wonderful mystery: I did. Not only did I 'preview' my post, I made sure all was well once it was a part of the Thread. Everything seemed fine. Twenty minutes later -- after I'd finished some work and carted it off to the proper in-boxes -- I 'refreshed' the page; even before "that unfortunate image" had finished loading, I quickly edited my own post to remove the link. I really don't understand what happened. Berli alluded to 'porn spam', but why didn't it show when I Previewed and Posted initially? Most puzzling. Of course, now that I'm better with several drams of Isle of Jura (10 yr) in my gullet, I can announce that all this was was my 'OscarMeyer Wiener' MOD for the PzIV auf H; sure, it seems a bit unconventional, but you should see that thing shoot! Unfortunately since one of the Olde Ones has made me a Senior Knight I cannot in good conscious apologise anymore, but you see what I'm getting at... don't you?
  12. If it wouldn't piss off MrSpkr so bad, I'd acknowledge you as my Lord and Savior... As it is, thanks, Berli. Sorry again about the mess.
  13. Sorry about that, gang. The pix I tried to post (about LOTR and german tanks) was this: "www.somethingawful.com/inserts/articlepics/photoshop/variety/geno1173_shire.jpg" As Berli noted, obviously, something happened that's beyond my limited web understanding. When I previewed it and then when it posted, all was well; when I check back about 20 minutes later... it wasn't. Again, soooory! [ September 06, 2002, 06:31 PM: Message edited by: Iskander ]
  14. That's NOT what the link is too....hang on... [ September 06, 2002, 06:15 PM: Message edited by: Iskander ]
  15. So long as you're not a CHEESE-EATING surrender monkey.... Aside: gads, if this "Whinging Your Motor" (or whatever it's called) scenario from Berli blows, imagine what he'll whip up on the steppe... never forget that the part of Hell closest to His Evilness is a sheet of ice!
  16. [sincere]T'day indicates ten, that is, TEN LONG, LONG years I've spent in the company of the same woman. Oddly enough, she's also my wife. These years include heart attacks, cancers, multiple deaths, 'mulishness', Critters from the East, massive amounts of booze, and for the last two years, Combat Mission. Of those last two years, she's also had to share me with all of y'all. A few grumbles, a few snide comments about "those Cesspool guys", but we've made it through. Thanks to her, and thanks to all of y'all; all this time....[/sincere] Now, Lars, MrSpkr, Speedbump: please join that long line of those that oh-so-require that extra-special butt kicking... why? Well, 'cause if you don't deserve it, who does? Bite me.
  17. The best thing about Jake is that he's always right, and he's never wrong. He's also on my friggin' dime, but that just means he owes me a drink....
  18. Oh, please! As if Lars ever did need any excuse for losing! Though, mind, I did appreciate his whine once that there were an awful lot of trees in a QB that'd been selected for 'heavy forest' (or whatever it's called). All those tanks, wasted. *snort* [ September 04, 2002, 06:10 PM: Message edited by: Iskander ]
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