tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post4775705055765430725..comments2023-12-26T22:01:53.402-05:00Comments on The Synchronicity of Indeterminacy: Indeterminacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-74799646322670359802008-02-27T03:22:00.000-05:002008-02-27T03:22:00.000-05:00"Just wait till Izzie finds the squashed bug under..."Just wait till Izzie finds the squashed bug under the rook," smirked Eugenia. "She's going to freak and run away screaming. And then I'll win by forfeit. She's such a wuss!"Cie Cheesemeisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14871507564733240927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-41772845510015323182008-02-25T04:16:00.000-05:002008-02-25T04:16:00.000-05:00Mrs. Weirsdo: Such innocent girls and such slaught...Mrs. Weirsdo: Such innocent girls and such slaughter! I'm glad they did not enjoy it.<BR/><BR/>Master Mistery: Your story was so delightful. It made me want to be a boy again, and playing chess with a girl. Zugzwang really is a word, too!<BR/><BR/>Lorena: That's so true, playing chess, and reminiscing. Such a nice lazy thing to do on Sunday afternoons.<BR/><BR/>La delirante: It's nice if you stop by and read, there's no need to feel any "zugzwang"!Indeterminacyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11112417911577798263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-85042589157602468472008-02-24T13:54:00.000-05:002008-02-24T13:54:00.000-05:00Hi Indie! Very nice drawing that of your friend Ta...Hi Indie! <BR/><BR/>Very nice drawing that of your friend Tabita :) I love the way they have their hands on their mouths thinking :)<BR/><BR/>I'm afraid I can't come up with any stories based on the drawing:( My creativity today is more or less zero :( <BR/><BR/>Hope you had a wonderful weekend!La delirantehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05247193369830489441noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-1519482362928249552008-02-23T15:26:00.000-05:002008-02-23T15:26:00.000-05:00Those long, languid Sunday afternoons when Maggie ...Those long, languid Sunday afternoons when Maggie and I would evaporate the day playing chess in her backyard. It all seems so far away now, as in a dream. The years passed and Maggie left while I stayed close to home, married and had three children. She wanted to do something romantic with her life she told me. I never knew what she did with her life. I never saw her again, but her memory is embedded deep in my consciousness and on some Sunday afternoons I think about her and wonder where she is and if she ever really did something "romantic" with her life.Lorena's Blogbilingüehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06749142381387301033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-72927612253576684102008-02-23T15:08:00.000-05:002008-02-23T15:08:00.000-05:00FRIED LIVER ATTACK“Ah, the Fried Liver Attack,” sa...FRIED LIVER ATTACK<BR/><BR/>“Ah, the <A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fried_liver_attack" REL="nofollow">Fried Liver Attack</A>,” said JJ, showing off. <BR/><BR/> Janet giggled. “There’s no such thing, silly.”<BR/> <BR/>“Course there is,” he replied. “It’s in the book Uncle George gave me. I’ll show you.” <BR/><BR/>He reached for his leather school satchel, retrieved the chess book, and opened to the page which he’d dog-eared in the top right corner. “See, says here that most of the lines are OK for black, but great for white. So you’re on a losing streak, right from the start!” <BR/><BR/>“You’re just saying that cos you can’t bear that a girl could beat you,” said Janet, moving her queen pawn forward. <BR/><BR/>“Huh, why would I care,” said JJ, “chess is for girls. And it says here that in eight moves I can put you in ‘...<A HREF="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zugzwang" REL="nofollow">zugzwang</A>...’” he said, struggling to pronounce the German word. <BR/><BR/>“That’s just rubbish. You made it it up!”<BR/><BR/>”No I didn’t, I’ll prove it to ya!” Brow furrowed, JJ paged through the book until he reached the index. It took him a while, and much concentration, but eventually he found what he was looking for. “Here it is, ...zugswang. It’s when it’s your turn to move, but every legal move you can make puts you into more trouble.” <BR/><BR/>A mischievous expression flickered across Janet’s face. Suddenly she reached out and tipped the board over. Then she flung her arms around JJ’s neck and kissed him full and wet upon the mouth. Unfamiliar sensations rippled through his nerve endings. Scary, but wickedly delicious. Then his boyhood kicked in, and he disengaged. <BR/><BR/>“What you do that for?” he spluttered, "Can't believe you making a move on me!"<BR/><BR/>“Just putting you in zugzwang,” said Janet, smiling sweetly.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://cosmic-rapture.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">cosmic rapture</A>masterymisteryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844831221838590812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-84325547641772312832008-02-23T10:19:00.000-05:002008-02-23T10:19:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.masterymisteryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15844831221838590812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6661194.post-56287138819884055752008-02-23T08:25:00.000-05:002008-02-23T08:25:00.000-05:00At first, Ilse and Emily were enchanted by the lit...At first, Ilse and Emily were enchanted by the little black and white people, but the ritualized slaughter on the chess board dismayed the girls.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com