I just love wall paintings.
I was going to write an article on the RHP Mural Transcribers, a mythical RHP entity which discusses the pro's and con's of waterpainting walls in damp places. But after a lot of complaints and death threats from the resident feminist movement, I had to withdraw my article on the grounds that RH PMT was nothing more than a cheap sexist joke.
Anyways...
I don't know if there's ever been one here, but I reckon it's time to start a book club.
What's a book club?
A book club is a big stick made out of books.
What we'd do is choose a book. The members read it and then discuss it afterwards!
How cool is that?
We'd all be reading the same book at exactly the same time! It's like cosmic karma or something.
We could even agree to have a sip of wine at the same time or have an international tea-party.
Say we read one book every three weeks and then spend 1 week discussing it. Then we could have a monthly: TOP 10 FAVOURITE BOOKS!
Every month the chairman will interview one of the members about his (or her's) favourite books.
How brilliant is that?
See, once you get a great idea like this, everything just starts falling into place and you get another great idea after another. It's brilliant.
What about this: "THIS MONTH'S WORST BOOK"
Oh yes! The Chairman, say me to start off with and we rotate every month or so, interviews one member each month and asks them to explain why they hate a particular book. This would be the dark and sarcastic part of our monthly debates! This will be to our forum what the daleks are to Dr. Who viewing figures!
And what about this one: THE NON-MEMBER BOOK OF THE MONTH!
What happens is that I interview a NON-member once a month and ask him what his favourite book is. Obviously if he's not a member then he probably has a lousy taste in literature. So we can have a debate about how crap his choice is and really slag him off!
See! You just can't beat idea's like this!
Wow. I'm getting all excited just thinking about this project. And the great thing is, is that writing is nearly the same as mural! There's no difference between painting matchstick men and big hairy elephants to, say, writing "War and Peace."
Talking of which. Do you know where the nobel peace prize comes from?
Well, There was this deaf kid called Warren. Warren Peace, to be precise.
Well Warren was hated all over the land. Because he was deaf. Every village he would walk into, he'd be shunned and ignored.
Then one day, as Warren walked into yet another village, he noticed that everybody was lying on the ground clamping their hands to their ears and writhing in pain.
Warren looked around to see what was causing it. There was a giant in the church tower. He was ringing a bell. Warren realised it was an evil bell and he went over to the church tower.
The giant did not notice little Warren the deaf kid. He kept ringing his evil bell, thinking that it affected everyone and left noone untouched.
Warren climbed the church tower and gave the giant a shove. The giant, not expecting any such action, lost his balance and fell out of the church tower window and died as he hit the ground.
The bell stopped its ringing and everyone in the village was happy and relieved.
They cuddled and loved young Warren Peace the deaf kid from that day on. He was given the best of foods and the best of clothes and the best of shelter everynight.
And after a week the town mayor called everyone together to a giant meeting. Everyone turned up and so did young Warren. The mayor stood Warren up on a table and gave him a meddle and said: "Young Warren here is a hero. I give to him the No Bell Peace prize!"
- "No Bell Peace prize" is a campfire story that Mountain Mike told us in Mukwonago. I believe he wrote it. -
Originally posted by shavixmirMukwonago ? Mukwonago Wisconsin ?
I just love wall paintings.
I was going to write an article on the RHP Mural Transcribers, a mythical RHP entity which discusses the pro's and con's of waterpainting walls in damp places. But after a lot of complaints and death threats from the resident feminist movement, I had to withdraw my article on the grounds that RH PMT was nothing more than a ...[text shortened]... ize" is a campfire story that Mountain Mike told us in Mukwonago. I believe he wrote it. - [/i]
Originally posted by Moldy CrowNo. I was stuck at the YMCA camp at Phantom Lake and once I finished there, I couldn't wait to get back into civilisation. I went straight down to Chicago, shared a bed with a family of bugs and fled back to New York where people are sane and the homely smell of petrol eases my mind.
Jesus Christ , I used to live there ! I grew up about 40 minutes west of there . Did you get out to Alpine Valley and catch some music ?
Originally posted by shavixmirWhy do you think I bailed out and moved to Colorado ? Wisconsin is like a flatter Apalachia with better dairy products .
No. I was stuck at the YMCA camp at Phantom Lake and once I finished there, I couldn't wait to get back into civilisation. I went straight down to Chicago, shared a bed with a family of bugs and fled back to New York where people are sane and the homely smell of petrol eases my mind.
Phantom Lake Camp was always a scarey looking place . I only saw it from the lake , fishing in a boat . But it looked like something out of a Steven King novel . I'm surprised you weren't sodomized .
Originally posted by Moldy CrowI skinny dipped in that lake. 🙂
Why do you think I bailed out and moved to Colorado ? Wisconsin is like a flatter Apalachia with better dairy products .
Phantom Lake Camp was always a scarey looking place . I only saw it from the lake , fishing in a boat . But it looked like something out of a Steven King novel . I'm surprised you weren't sodomized .
Originally posted by shavixmirOK.
I just love wall paintings.
I was going to write an article on the RHP Mural Transcribers, a mythical RHP entity which discusses the pro's and con's of waterpainting walls in damp places. But after a lot of complaints and death threats from the resident feminist movement, I had to withdraw my article on the grounds that RH PMT was nothing more than a ...[text shortened]... ize" is a campfire story that Mountain Mike told us in Mukwonago. I believe he wrote it. - [/i]
Don't take anything else.
Go and lie down in a darkened room.
You'll soon feel...............better(?) no, ...........normal(?) no that's not right either...........different, yes, that's it, different!
Now then where are my pills?
😛
Since this is a chess site, it might be nice to discuss Stefan Zweig's "Schachnovelle" (I am sure it has been translated to English, although I am not sure about the title - probably something like "Chess Novel" ). I read it a long time ago and found it quite fascinating. And Angie shouldn't have a problem to get it. 😉