See RayK patois. If you can stand it.
Brenda, nobody deserves RayK patois.
Ah, yes, of course. The gypsies, they gave you your soul. The gypsies are filthy people. Ptui! We shall speak of them no more.
Ilona Costa Bianchi ,'The Girl in Question'
All Ogle, No Cash -- It's Not Just Annoying, It's Un-American
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shrift - Feb 27, 2003 11:43:21 am PST #2309 of 9843
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Noumenon - Feb 27, 2003 12:17:56 pm PST #2310 of 9843
No other candidate is asking the hard questions, like "Did geophysicists assassinate Jim Henson?" or "Why is there hydrogen in America's water supply?" --defective yeti
The woods behind our house served as various imaginary lands, though since my mom is a champion worrier, I could only
I misread your mother to be the champion warrior of these imaginary lands...
My house had a big ravine with a river and a stream. We dammed up the stream a couple times. Sometimes there'd be police helicopters over the ravine with searchlights, but we never saw any criminals or anyone at all.
My favorite game: Prisonball. In a gym, you throw head-sized Nerf balls at the opposite side. When you hit someone, they go to prison, which is behind your side, so you're sandwiched between. They get out of prison if they hit you. If you catch the ball someone throws at you or is trying to throw to their prison, they go to prison. It seems more interesting than straight dodgeball, but we never really played that.
Rebecca Lizard - Feb 27, 2003 12:37:09 pm PST #2311 of 9843
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Four-square is alive and kicking in all the playgrounds I've known.
And dodgeball fucking rocks. Last sport I was ever good at. See, I could never quite throw with any sort of accuracy; but I could dodge like nobody's business. It was lovely. Oh! The best game variant? Was when you had two teams and when someone got hit they went and joined the other team, instead of going to a jail area. There were a great number of balls being used all at once. The game ended once everybody ended up on the same team. And it was clever, you know, because everybody won-- the people who ended up on the big team felt good because they ended up on the side that picked off everyone, and the last few people left on the small side felt good because they had lasted the longest.
Believe it or not, USians are more than capable of understanding UK English. We don't need it translated.
Wrod.
I mean, I've a couple times in private correspondence (with John) had amusing moments of confusion, but they're usually pronunciation stuff (I don't need any more mix-up! I pronounce things ridiculously strangely as it is!) and you're not speaking aloud....
Penny B. - Feb 27, 2003 12:39:49 pm PST #2312 of 9843
Nobody
Did other people play Elastics?
We called it that. We also played British Bulldog in co-ed teams, but only on the playground. I was almost always the smallest kid in class, so they put me between the two biggest kids so I wouldn't be an automatic weak link.
Daisy Jane - Feb 27, 2003 12:40:11 pm PST #2313 of 9843
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I broke my arm playing four square. Brutal game. Of course, I also slashed my foot all to hell playing basketball. I think maybe I'm playing these games wrong.
Sheryl - Feb 27, 2003 12:44:46 pm PST #2314 of 9843
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Um, what's four-square?
t /dumb question
flea - Feb 27, 2003 12:46:07 pm PST #2315 of 9843
information libertarian
I had a long email acquaintance with a colleague who was at that time at UWisconsin. Only after about 3 months did I speak to him on the phone and realize he was British!
DXMachina - Feb 27, 2003 12:50:43 pm PST #2316 of 9843
You always do this. We get tipsy, and you take advantage of my love of the scientific method.
Um, what's four-square?
Sheryl, here:
Hil R. "All Ogle, No Cash -- It's Not Just Annoying, It's Un-American" Feb 27, 2003 10:09:00 am EST
FWIW, I'd never heard of it, either.
Sheryl - Feb 27, 2003 12:53:51 pm PST #2317 of 9843
Fandom means never having to say "But where would I wear that?"
Ok. I never played that. Red Rover, yeah. Dodgeball :shudder:, yeah. Variations on jumprope, yeah. Not four-square, though.
Holli - Feb 27, 2003 1:24:00 pm PST #2318 of 9843
an overblown libretto and a sumptuous score/ could never contain the contradictions I adore
I played foursquare, a variant on Liz's version of dodgball, jumprope, this weird game where one kid swung a jumprope in a circle and we all had to jump over when it came around to us. The neighborhood I lived in 'til I was 5 was pretty free-range-- kids had the run of the street and most of the back yards, but there were a lot of us and it wasn't a big street. When I moved to the suburb I live in now, I was pretty much limited to my back yard and the woods behind it, but there was enough cool stuff there that I didn't mind.