Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)

Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)

guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Thursday, July 20, 2000

The rules of drunken pub chess (courtesy of J²):

If you can take a piece, you should.
If you can make a move, do it.
If you can put the opposition in check, you must.
Testosterone and macho-bullshit is a prerequisite.
Thou shalt not care.

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