Yeknodathon

And I hope Yeknod takes a shine to you. </font>

... of course [cycling hooves in the air as if riding a giant, invisible tandem] ... one is quite expected to transfer ones feelings onto the yer therapist as part of me analytic experience... [swift, avaricious glance sideways] ... and I must say yer looking rather alluring tonight, rather charming and *sniff* I should say very fragrant in yer little pointy hat and yer rotund, rubber belly... [cycles a little faster] ... but one cannot unleash me unsaid, deepest fantasies not even on yer... [swift side glance and slight trembling of the nostrils] ... most cosseted confidences... [ January 19, 2005, 08:53 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

[... continuing with the analysis, now several days long...] ... of course it really didn't matter that me complex feelings were all askew. No, when one gets a right thumping complex life becomes very difficult. Take yer thistle. There it is fresh and stout in the morning sun, ripe 'n' ready for the taking, all Boo and Radley. Then *honk*! One is just consumed with an all-embracing sense of doom... [rubber gnome slowly keels over onto its side by some hidden hand of nature] ...and then some malaise knocks on me door, steps in and makes me fungal infection flare up. Did you get that? That was very important. Do yer need a new notepad? *sniff* ... now I'm not complaining but one really can't enjoy a morning thistle or even a Boo with an impending sense that existence is futile. I mean, what exactly is the point? I think that should be noted down... did you get that?...

Steve Good to hear all the news about the CMx2 development. As has been mentioned before, is BFC going to consider greater freedom to edit unit information in the Scenario Editor or allow the export, editing and import of game files to allow greater flexibility with third-party campaign systems? Alex

[turns slightly towards a little rubber gnome at the head of the couch, regaled with notepad and freshly sharpened crayon] ... they always wanted a camel and I was never a camel and I felt completely rejected. They used to make hump jokes and spit a lot which made me feel bad. Very bad. Did you write that down? Yes, I was never valued... *snort*... [convulses a trappped tail] ... and then there was me first formative memory of a riding crop and a rather large vat of melted butter and me first thistle and me feelings of embarrassment 'cause I couldn't quite trot in the right way... ... what you writing down exactly?

I do NOT have a pouch. </font>

Let us not quibble about how the sentence ended but allow muted rejoicing that it actually ended quite quickly with a preposition beyond. [ January 08, 2005, 12:44 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

OMG, they're planning CMx3, Bone!

Mod it, mod it... aggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!

Boo in an igloo.

*snort* Yes, Joe its terribly trying being the Justicar what with all the duties 'n' all. How's the new web page going? All the Mormon wives keeping well?

Yes, it is, of course, psychologically significant and rather disturbing. Does the Justicarot in an effort to attain the status of an Olde One unconsciously satisfies this desire by wanting to dress up as Emrys? Is this feeling mutual? Or is it a blatant, conscious effort to throw off the mantle of authority and revel in the grog heap of perfidy? Or is it a clear sign that the Justicarot and Emrys are one? And that there has to be some sort of psychological union... or even more? Or that the Justicarot is exhibiting a certain hankering for Emrys and all that Emrys is and will be? A twin from the same source? *sniff*... its very unnatural. [ December 31, 2004, 03:39 PM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

Joe Shaw Michael Emrys *sniff* slight family resemblance, I suppose.

I just wanted to ask who is that head with the antlers?.. I feel strangely aroused.

[swats a tail in no particular direction] ... eternity...

From the same authority: Ivor Novello Of course, MD may need a light hand on the tiller to correct his way with the very oh-so-slight suggestion that English humour is an Offa's Dyke difference from Welsh humour which I'd humbly suggest was referred to in the offering, "Is Ivor Novello Catholic?"... to which we can imagine the chorus of forlorn, intermittant, rain-drenched bleat of Welsh lamb in the foothills and valleys following foresaid remark. [ December 26, 2004, 03:04 AM: Message edited by: Yeknodathon ]

A Radley

[snout pressed close to a saturated spot of trodden ground] I've always been fascinated by the Boggs that swallow things then after many years they throw the same thing back onto the surface. One just cannot help but maintain a carefull watch... its sort of artful and majestic... its very moving... makes me want to drop something in and see what happens...

Eh? Exactly what is Boo's right arm and Shaw's family doing with Mace's sheep? Gimme that bottle I want to see more....

Juistyprune

Sometimes it tastes better coming back up.</font>

[glumly waits and listens in the damp mist for the sound of an avalanche in Ohio]

There seems to be something fairly unwholesome on the plate... I hope it wasn't regurgitated?

Forcibly removed from the Alps, eh?

Oh, I suppose this means we're going to get all the figurines and models in various stages of construction and decoration?