The Old Hack

What about the different kinds of beats? Double four time? Cut time? Three four time?

Your people did have a rather strong attachment to cats. I always did wonder how you managed to avoid feuding between the cats and the crocodiles.

They sometimes mixed this up. I remember I got Dire Strait's Twisting by the Pool on a big disc that was nonetheless supposed to be played at 45 RPM. Of course I tried the obvious and played it at 33 1/3 RPM anyway. This turned a fast upbeat tune into a slooooow and kinda lugubrious chant apparently performed by geriatric elephants through their trunks. I laughed so hard at this that I almost hurt myself.

Go easy on the Pharaoh. He is more used to the kind of chat room you find in the Khufu pyramid. Those that we more commonly call tombs.

What can I say? Geniuses, we Danes are. *flexes*

My players have learned to be very suspicious of me whenever I announce 'death from natural causes' or 'suicide' in any game I run. This may have to do with it invariably being the case of some NPC they needed something from and where, at closer look, something seemed fishy. For example, there was the case of a sage they needed information from. They were informed that he had fallen unexpectedly ill and then died. When they looked at the corpse, they found that he had died from decapitation. One player suggested that maybe his fever climbed and climbed until his head fell off, but the others did not buy this. Then there was the guy who had knowledge pertinent to an inheritance case. He apparently suicided just before the players arrived. The players had some trouble working out just how one might suicide by stabbing oneself repeatedly in the back. It was suggested that he had hammered lots of knives through a board and then ran backwards into it but this theory too was dismissed. Then there was the nobleman who died in a hunting accident. Said accident turned out to be that someone had put him in a trebuchet and launched him into a nearby chasm. That one they did not even bother to discuss. Honorable mention goes to the earl that died from a stroke. It was an unusually severe stroke that not only crushed the back of his skull but also most of his neck and his left shoulder. I really can't understand why but in the games I run my players no longer trust me whenever I tell them that a death is so open and shut that it does not rate investigation.

In another dimension, well secluded she sees all?

Glad to hear you are feeling better.

John Glenn more than earned several medals for his other efforts in life. I do not see any harm in adding one.

That was one of Elliot's finest moments to me. I am glad to see it being called back to.

Rest well, John Glenn. You were one of my childhood heroes and you will be missed.

Neither. It is Absolute Relativity.

As if mummification were any better. Tell us, how do mummies do later on, fang- and frecklewise?

Big talk from the Pharaoh whose priests did curses like the Hom-Dai on Imhotep, ensuring that he would be immortal and inevitably rise to destroy the whole world a few millenniae later.

I just checked and it seems to be gone. Annoying.

I have no problems with mine. Weird.

I don't know. I don't think either of them looks any more stacked than they did before.

Must have been your imagination. I certainly didn't hear anything. o.O

As an anti-existentialist inverse solipsist, I object to this. I believe that I am made up but that everything else is real.

Dan may still feel unhappy about the Bad OId Days and he has every reason to be suspicious. I had hoped he might one day decide to peek in here again but it seems not. I cannot blame him. *sigh*

That reminds me of an infamous shopping list once handed to me by my father. It went something like this: A pair of socks, or possibly a pound of sugar. A small packet of something illegible. A fertilised oven shaver. A bagful of Sputtermaize. It was amazing. It is an old joke that M. D.s are supposed to have utterly unreadable handwriting but in my father's case it is actually all too true.

You are jumping the gun. Akiko is a sensible girl and perfectly well knows that proper hijinks require a certain amount of preparatory lowjinks and midjinks.

Well, it's been a while since I owned cats, but my wife's cat doesn't really have all that sophisticated reading habits. It is basically happy with any kind of newspaper or magazine it can curl comfortably up on and go to sleep on.

In very deed. There is a great deal to that, particularly in the case of old deep wounds that have never truly healed.

Er, you mean Susan?