tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post3101156853172503293..comments2023-09-17T15:18:32.882+01:00Comments on Precision Handling: Blogging the voidxerxeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-49028707577508695352008-10-14T11:07:00.000+01:002008-10-14T11:07:00.000+01:00It sounds like the sort of kinky suburban goings o...It sounds like the sort of kinky suburban goings on you read about in the Sunday DreadfullsBEASThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15428640137434521072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-61422560983233170732008-10-12T23:05:00.000+01:002008-10-12T23:05:00.000+01:00Sorry, I had my reading glasses on. Good heavens, ...Sorry, I had my reading glasses on. <BR/><BR/>Good heavens, my own comments were as off-topic as anyone's, whence my remark to PCB.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-47404724084628030222008-10-12T15:06:00.000+01:002008-10-12T15:06:00.000+01:00I'll have you know that my bum is peachy round and...I'll have you know that my bum is peachy round and in no way boyish!<BR/><BR/>Look, you'll just have to teach me how to play poker so I know how to comment.<BR/>SxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-33668839641342377912008-10-11T23:23:00.000+01:002008-10-11T23:23:00.000+01:00Ms S, no, your bum looks great in that, really boy...Ms S, no, your bum looks great in that, really boyish. <BR/><BR/>Mrs P, I repeat, you escape censure. Plus, you looked fabulous, really expensive, in your slutty dress. OMG, and the heels.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-10126324536519036582008-10-11T15:33:00.000+01:002008-10-11T15:33:00.000+01:00Okay . . . so no lines were mentioned . . . but yo...Okay . . . so no lines were mentioned . . . but you called me finely balanced . . . so y'saying I'm fat?!!! More slamming!!!<BR/>SxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-33505893239365957542008-10-11T15:30:00.000+01:002008-10-11T15:30:00.000+01:00Erm . . . you remember how I can be a bit slow off...Erm . . . you remember how I can be a bit slow off the mark and all that? But surely you've just told Mrs P that she avoids censure . . . meaning she doesn't get told off . . . so she's just slamming doors for the fun of it?!! Well, I can slam doors too! Seeing as you called me fine lined. I have no flipping lines I'll 'ave you know . . . where's the knob . . . I'm gonna get some slamming done too . . . <BR/>SxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-23762016513698310062008-10-11T15:20:00.000+01:002008-10-11T15:20:00.000+01:00Offended. I will ram my off-topic comments into my...Offended. I will ram my off-topic comments into my reticule and shan't trouble you again.<BR/><BR/>Goodbye.<BR/><BR/>Slam.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-90728355927230482592008-10-11T13:38:00.000+01:002008-10-11T13:38:00.000+01:00PCB, thank heaven, I'd forgotten what an on-topic ...PCB, thank heaven, I'd forgotten what an on-topic comment looks like.<BR/><BR/>Actually, I'm slightly with the steeple-fingerer (though I'd look over my spectacles and raise my eyebrows instead), if only because poker isn't necessarily what it might appear to be at first sight. And, as remarked in my post, the thrill it generates is not what you might at first expect either. <BR/><BR/>Mrs P, well, the races do indeed provide a point of attachment to the post. So you escape censure. But the case of Ms S is more finely balanced.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-40599328951132647662008-10-11T00:25:00.000+01:002008-10-11T00:25:00.000+01:00Who play it here, I mean. I'm not suggesting all ...Who play it here, I mean. <BR/><BR/>I'm not suggesting all poker players are puffed-up bloviators, not at all, but Ojai ones certainly are.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-6852444937849935982008-10-11T00:22:00.000+01:002008-10-11T00:22:00.000+01:00This is as good an account of poker as it's played...This is as good an account of poker as it's played as I've read. Never played myself, mostly because of the hot air surrounding it. Somebody once steepled their fingers at me and said "Ah yes, what <I>is</I> poker?" It made my pores prickle.<BR/><BR/>Like nobody ever identifying as being of average or below average intelligence, despite the statistical imperative that some of us are, in poker, everybody is always smarter then the next suckah.<BR/><BR/>I'd kinda like to learn it actually. But the only people I know who play it are people here are real-estate-esque types whose livers I would happily feed to my cat.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-47559382084084442242008-10-10T09:36:00.000+01:002008-10-10T09:36:00.000+01:00Well, you heard wrong. He slipped on a pool of Gol...Well, you heard wrong. He slipped on a pool of Golden Syrup, went flying; arse over apex. Couldn't move. Of course, I know the Best Back Man in Harley Street. Many a time he's had me face down, probing for the source of stiffness, but oh no. Maroon, the miser, insisted on consulting some cut-price chiropractor he met at Ayr Races, and as a result he is now in a truss and a foul temper. I have to do literally everything. It is filthy work. As you know, I ministered to Jeff Bernard in his final months, but this really takes the biscuit.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-76823193070495943782008-10-10T08:38:00.000+01:002008-10-10T08:38:00.000+01:00Wizened by osmosis, I heard. Poor chap. Poor littl...Wizened by osmosis, I heard. Poor chap. Poor little, little chap. Without doubt, the attention of a good woman will speed his recovery.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-29609106408700264912008-10-09T21:09:00.000+01:002008-10-09T21:09:00.000+01:00Oh good heavens, Achilles, can't I have just 5 min...Oh good heavens, Achilles, can't I have just 5 minutes peace with an ablebodied man? Sorry, Inky, got to go; Maroon needs his webbing adjusted. (I suppose you heard about the acccident?)Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-57281698162782582372008-10-09T20:38:00.000+01:002008-10-09T20:38:00.000+01:00Do excuse me a second Inkspot.Clarissa, "crank it ...Do excuse me a second Inkspot.<BR/><BR/>Clarissa, <BR/>"crank it up"? What on earth can you mean? I wish you would desist from mechanical idiom, it sounds so practical. At any rate, I am an engineer so if there is any "cranking up" required where you are concerned, I shall supply it. Believe me.<BR/><BR/>I am indebted Inkspot.Dr Maroonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00639939963726199699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-67731821545951518912008-10-09T19:08:00.000+01:002008-10-09T19:08:00.000+01:00Right, that's it.Meet me after class. And wear tha...Right, that's it.<BR/><BR/>Meet me after class. And wear that dress you're always banging on about.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-2579349007736722662008-10-09T16:13:00.000+01:002008-10-09T16:13:00.000+01:00You love it, Inky, so don't pretend you don't. An...You love it, Inky, so don't pretend you don't. And we can always crank it up a bit for you if it's a slow day at the chalkface.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-9186900112454630412008-10-09T15:58:00.000+01:002008-10-09T15:58:00.000+01:00I'll give you alpha female, you minxes. When I see...I'll give you alpha female, you minxes. When I see the names Pouncer and Scarlet I reach for my hairbrush. <BR/><BR/>I am indeed in touch with my feminine side, but not so brilliantly as Tartania. I only wish.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-60607100477292940452008-10-09T15:12:00.000+01:002008-10-09T15:12:00.000+01:00I am more of your back room, chamber maid type . ....I am more of your back room, chamber maid type . . . ma'am. I know my place.<BR/>SxxxxxMs Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-69034634546754129722008-10-09T14:25:00.000+01:002008-10-09T14:25:00.000+01:00Gratuitous potshots are the mainstay of the Alpha ...Gratuitous potshots are the mainstay of the Alpha Female's arsenal, Scarlet. I am just reinforcing my position. It's nature. CLdeMP xxxxxMrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-45398643913094137652008-10-09T12:53:00.000+01:002008-10-09T12:53:00.000+01:00You know I flipping love you to bits, so get over ...You know I flipping love you to bits, so get over it woman.<BR/><BR/>And yes I thought Tartania was a man . . . and Inky reminded me of him or her . . . how should I know . . . I think I read a short story there and got 'gender confused' [Tee-Hee]<BR/>Sx<BR/><BR/>P.S Sorry, for deletion - spelling mistake. Had to delete to avoid gratuitous pot-shot.Ms Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-20562148104732846812008-10-09T12:47:00.000+01:002008-10-09T12:47:00.000+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Ms Scarlethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00449626572478125088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-10030107148375996602008-10-09T09:39:00.000+01:002008-10-09T09:39:00.000+01:00Scarls, I always thought Tartania was a man. In fa...Scarls, I always thought Tartania was a man. In fact, I thought it was Inkspot. No, seriously, I did. <BR/>Is it you, Inky?<BR/><BR/>PS Scarlet, congratulations on being feted as the Angelica Baumer de nos jours. I long to hear of your positions on the Fauvistes.Mrs Pouncerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06750280825519545045noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-42829434583329489862008-10-09T09:14:00.000+01:002008-10-09T09:14:00.000+01:00Maroon and GB are right; I'd forgotten that pontoo...Maroon and GB are right; I'd forgotten that pontoon is blackjack. My impression (I don't play it) is that there skill is overwhelmingly a matter of counting, to the extent that you are allowed to do it, but your only opponent is the bank, which plays in an automatic fashion. So it lacks the personal element of poker.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-13217520078659231992008-10-09T09:01:00.000+01:002008-10-09T09:01:00.000+01:00I thought Blackjack was the game for the card coun...I thought Blackjack was the game for the card counters. Some students from MIT allegedly make a killing before getting banned.Gorilla Bananashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13044093013423635830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815742194223412699.post-38316852181981282802008-10-08T23:53:00.000+01:002008-10-08T23:53:00.000+01:00Blimey, Scarlet, I don't think I'd play very well ...Blimey, Scarlet, I don't think I'd play very well against you. Poker, that is. Other games... mmm.xerxeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03787696262480033808noreply@blogger.com