As always, I take a break to mitigate the effects of Dogfight/Forum eyestrain and three full pages of squinty new posts appear. A more loquacious bunch of old sods I've never met.
Lesa...that did not refer to you. Welcome to the MOM forum thread, love of my virtual imaginary psychotic life! How are you getting along with the Pooka when I'm not at home? Has he tried anything funny? You know how rabbits are, even the giant imaginary psychotic ones.
Yep, that two dots player some of you saw yesterday was, in fact, my Lesa. She gazed into my eyes, stroked my troubled brow, eye gazed a bit more, got really super intensely eye gazey...then said, "I think I'll play as two beady little dots for a while." It was a touching moment. You wish you were me. Suffer.
MG_1500. No idea.
Balut~Pinoy. It's Boang again. Openly admitted same when I super sleuthed it out of him.
Who knows a player called 93? I was well impressed. (Felabad, was it you in the game with us?) 93 declared, "My buddy would like to join M.O.M." We never got to the part where he named the buddy. If you see him before I do tell him it's a twofer; we'll take his buddy if he joins, too. Fer.
Paul, Mr. Mantz...well done. Think of it; each of us - meaning those "with" - does what Paul has done for just one family "without", and suddenly it's a whole new, considerably less hungry world. You're so far from being the "ass" you say you feel like sometimes, it's humbling. Mantz is a Mensch, as some of my Judeo-psychotic friends here would say.
The annual memorial lights from the site of the former World Trade Center are something to behold. They're visible from almost everywhere in the city, miles and miles away. Twin columns reaching so high in the night sky they appear to have no end. Nearby, the "Freedom Tower" is nearing completion and dominating the skyline. In my opinion it's a dreadful name, and the Empire State and Chrysler buildings will always represent timeless, indomitable New York and America when it was unchallenged among industrial nations, but one can't help but be struck by the sheer scale of the new structure when standing at the foot of the construction site and looking literally straight up at the upper stories still being completed. A somewhat eerie night in a somewhat screwy town in a country that somehow manages to survive despite itself. Or did until 2000, at least. And that's probably as close as M.O.M should ever get to political debate, hence me shutting the hell up. (but seriously, you had to be here...)
Duckwing...prayers, thoughts. Dharma practice, voodoo dances, hippie positive vibes, long distance platonic band-of-brotherly love...whatever we have it's all aimed in your direction.