Seanachai Posted April 6, 2010 Share Posted April 6, 2010 As if you'd go outside for anything other than booze ... and there ain't no booze in either heaven or hell. Valhalla, of course ... is a different story but there you'd be busy hauling legs o'lamb for the Gawds and wouldn't have time to go outside. In fact you'd be fortunate to avoid the cuffs and kicks of Loki (he's bad that way you know, kinda like Joe Pesci in Goodfellas) ... dance Seanachai, dance ... So all in all I think we're pretty safe. Joe Goddamn it, Joe, my very good friend. I really wanted to get all medieval on your sh - wait for it! * t, but you simply must learn to attribute your responses. Joe Shaw, the Justicar of the Peng Challenge Thread. I will dance for you, anytime. As long as I know why I'm dancing, you feck. You do not achieve my age, and general hideousness, without needing to dance for some sort of piper. Joe, I'm doing a sort of 'schottische' in my living room right now. I am working your name into the song that I am singing. This is not a joke. This is what I've been doing for the last ten minutes. Now, Justicar. You need to dance for me. You need to sing a song, and dance a dance for me. You need to do it for real. You don't need to admit it to anyone. You can totally laugh about it to everyone else, and mock me. The song is your own, the steps are unquestioned. You can pretend to everyone but yourself. But you need to get up, in your study, unwitnessed, and do a dance. The song you sing is your own favourite. No one has to see. And, in good faith, I will now get up and dance again, and I will sing a song. It will be a waltz. I will sing 'The Dutchman', by Michael Smith. It is a tune that you and I must love, and dread. Isn't it where we're going? The Dutchman’s not the kind of man, to keep his thumb jammed in the dam, that holds his dreams in. But that’s a secret only Margret knows. When Amsterdam is golden, in the morning, Margret brings him breakfast She believes him. He thinks that tulips bloom beneath the snow. He’s mad as he can be, but Margret only sees that sometimes. Sometimes she sees her unborn children in his eyes. Let us go to the banks of the ocean where the wall rise above the Zuyder Zee long ago, I used to be a young man and dear Margret, remembers that for me. The Dutchman stills wears wooden shoes, his cap and coat are patched with love, that Margret sowed him Sometimes he thinks he’s still in Rotterdam. He watches tugboats down canals, and he calls out to them when he thinks, he knows the captain. Till Margret comes to take him home again. Through unforgiving streets, that trip him though she holds his arm Sometimes he thinks that he’s alone, and calls her name. Let us go to the banks of the ocean… The windmills whirl the winter in she winds his muffler tighter, they sit in the kitchen Some tea with whiskey keeps away the dew He sees her for a moment, calls her name, she makes the bed humming some old love song She learned the tune when it was very new He hums a line or two, they hum together in the dark The Dutchman falls asleep and Margret blows the candle out. Let us go to the banks of the ocean where the walls rise above the Zuyder Zee Long ago, I used to be a young man and dear Margret remembers that for me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted April 6, 2010 Share Posted April 6, 2010 SHAW! Shaw. Are you there? I'm tired. Do I still need to amuse them? Do I still need to be mocked? Do I still need to need them? The Wasteland is calling me, Joe. Will you never let me sleep? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted April 6, 2010 Share Posted April 6, 2010 And no girl that ever knew you knew joy, you bugger. Now be quiet, we're all after talking about grown-up stuff. Shoving your hand up a Scotsman's bum is very grown up isn't it? Although I suspect OGSF may want to cry like a little girl....especially if you don't take your watch off..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted April 6, 2010 Author Share Posted April 6, 2010 Joe, I'm doing a sort of 'schottische' in my living room right now. Because the bathroom has been condemned by the Board of Health? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted April 6, 2010 Share Posted April 6, 2010 How can you NOT recognize one of the great lines from one of the great gangster flicks of all time ... Tommy DeVito: Oklahoma kid. That's me. I'm the Oklahoma kid. You fickin' varmint. Dance. Dance. YAHOO, YOU M******R. In other words Seanachai, and apparently they'll be in italics since I can't seem to change it here ... the only dancing I have any interest in seeing you perform will be to the tune of a Smith and Wesson. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted April 7, 2010 Share Posted April 7, 2010 the only dancing I have any interest in seeing you perform will be to the tune of a Smith and Wesson. Surely said 'Smith and Wesson' would be borrowed from a real man? I figure you more for this weapon.... This is a prostitute’s pistol. In days gone by it was known somewhat incongruously as a “Ladies’ Muff Pistol”. Because of its small size it could easily be carried inside a ladies’ handbag which makes it the ideal Justicar 'piece'. Small calibre, noisy and single shot.....all the characteristics Mrs Joe has complained about all these years. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Yeknodathon Posted April 7, 2010 Share Posted April 7, 2010 *snort* Justicar's got a muff, Justicar's got a muff Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted April 7, 2010 Share Posted April 7, 2010 Wow, thingie-talk is rampant around here Joe. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted April 7, 2010 Share Posted April 7, 2010 Why don't you do something about it [giggle]olde one[/giggle]? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted April 7, 2010 Author Share Posted April 7, 2010 A giggling Stuka is inherently wrong. But that's not to say a non-giggling Stuka is inherently right. No... that could never be. The world would have to turn upside down, which would put Oddstralya on top and that would just be insane. And icky. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted April 7, 2010 Share Posted April 7, 2010 Surely said 'Smith and Wesson' would be borrowed from a real man? I figure you more for this weapon.... This is a prostitute’s pistol. In days gone by it was known somewhat incongruously as a “Ladies’ Muff Pistol”. Because of its small size it could easily be carried inside a ladies’ handbag which makes it the ideal Justicar 'piece'. Small calibre, noisy and single shot.....all the characteristics Mrs Joe has complained about all these years. Oh now that's just wrong ... on so many levels. Do I make references to the good Lady Stuka? I do not ... the poor thing has enough on her mind what with the constant tears and bitter recriminations over marrying you. Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stuka Posted April 8, 2010 Share Posted April 8, 2010 That's LADY BARONESS VON STUKA to you knave..... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted April 8, 2010 Author Share Posted April 8, 2010 That's LADY BARONESS VON STUKA to you knave..... And I can see her looking over at you and just mentally KICKING herself and thinking, "What the HELL was I thinking!" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Joe Shaw Posted April 8, 2010 Share Posted April 8, 2010 And I can see her looking over at you and just mentally KICKING herself and thinking, "What the HELL was I thinking!" Well she was probably bedazzled by the glamor of it all ... you know, living in camel spider infested apartments, flying hither and yon to various third world hellholes, sitting on a sand dune watching Stuka try to kill himself yet again on a dirt bike and then being disappointed as he failed at that TOO ... uh ... hmmm ... what the hell WAS she thinking? Joe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted April 8, 2010 Share Posted April 8, 2010 ...what the hell WAS she thinking? He probably lied to her about having the private phone numbers of all the rich oil sheiks in the Mideast. Given that it is Stuka that we are talking about, he probably lied about a number of other things as well. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted April 9, 2010 Share Posted April 9, 2010 That's LADY BARONESS VON STUKA to you knave..... Errrr...not to be a bastard or anything (although I am a bastard, but a serious bastard, so that's 'Mr. Bastard' to you lot) which Lady Stuka are we on now, exactly? I mean, sequentially, not perched on her, or anything. Christ on a crutch crossing himself, I've been here so long that I have to ask which Lady Stuka we're on. I mean, is this like the Jane Seymour of 'Lady Stukas', or is this the Anne Boleyn of 'Lady Stukas'? Does Stuka even know any more? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted April 9, 2010 Share Posted April 9, 2010 Because the bathroom has been condemned by the Board of Health? My little lad, if they ever show up here, they'll never even make it that far. Like anyone interested in the Public Health, they're weak, and wouldn't get past the vestibule of my apartment before being overcome. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted April 9, 2010 Share Posted April 9, 2010 I've got an idea... formin'... in my 'ead. New CM gameplay concept: Person A and B setup a game, play as normal. Someone somewhere randomizes "The Switch": At some point, roughly halfway in, person A turns his game over to person C, and at some other point, person B turns over his game to person D. C and D finish out the game, representing battle-promoted underlings knowing only vague things about the overall situation. A and B must, of course, play honestly. I am genius. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted April 9, 2010 Share Posted April 9, 2010 I've got an idea... formin'... in my 'ead. New CM gameplay concept: Person A and B setup a game, play as normal. Someone somewhere randomizes "The Switch": At some point, roughly halfway in, person A turns his game over to person C, and at some other point, person B turns over his game to person D. C and D finish out the game, representing battle-promoted underlings knowing only vague things about the overall situation. A and B must, of course, play honestly. I am genius. I am an Old One of the Peng Challenge Thread, and I approve this concept. Is there a new Lady Stuka yet? I mean, it's been hours since I raised the point... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seanachai Posted April 9, 2010 Share Posted April 9, 2010 We are coming up on the greatest part of they year. The part where we can all go North. I've been discussing it with Dalem. We need to go North soon. Of course, right now, Lake of the Woods is still ice-covered. Last lake in Minnesota/Canadian border that still is fully ice-covered. Ice out soon. Very early this year. I will be paddling by this weekend, down here in the South of the State. A full week ahead of last year. Of course, because of my trip to the Everglades, I already have a good chunk of paddling time and mileage racked up. Well, not a full week. Last year, I was on the water by the 15th. Still, being on the water by the 10th or 11th isn't too shabby. Does it make anyone else want to sing? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dalem Posted April 9, 2010 Share Posted April 9, 2010 I shall sing of sixpence and puppydog breath little girls' giggles and big girls' wiggles guns pointed down range and screaming hot death and stuff. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted April 9, 2010 Author Share Posted April 9, 2010 Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. If he hollers, let him go! Eenie, meenie, miney, moe! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
OGSF Posted April 9, 2010 Share Posted April 9, 2010 Maggie hae a heeland coo Shae fed at safety pins An' ev'ry teem shae milked tha coo Tha milk cam oot ain tins! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Boo Radley Posted April 9, 2010 Author Share Posted April 9, 2010 I don't believe you. And not just concerning the poem. On general principles. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Michael Emrys Posted April 9, 2010 Share Posted April 9, 2010 I am genius. You are a nut and should be locked up for your own good. You should be allowed nothing sharper than a rubber eraser in your cell. Michael Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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