Sigh. To absent friends.Originally Posted by chirine ba kal
Yes, indeed! And I miss Dave and Gary, too; they were quite the trio...
Sigh. To absent friends.Yes, indeed! And I miss Dave and Gary, too; they were quite the trio...
I don't care if you respect me, just buy my fucking book.
Formerly known as Old Geezer
I don't need an Ignore List, I need a Tongue My Pee Hole list.
The rules can't cure stupid, and the rules can't cure asshole.
I think you'll find it useful then.
I hear you. Had you heard that Duane Jenkins had passed away last month after a long illness?
(Aside from being one of us at Coffman Union, he played Sir Fang the Vampire Lord in the original Blackmoor campaign - and was why the elves who controlled access to the dungeon of the castle had hand-operated pumps to spray holy water at the entrance to the first level to keep him from escaping.)
Painting Nubian archers, tonight; just the details left to do, and they're ready for action. Next up: Egyptian slingers, spearmen, and axemen. As Phil used to say, "A guy in a kilt is a guy in a kilt is a guy in a kilt." The trireme will her her sails this weekend; I dug out the fine canvas and the rigging lines.
Onward!
Yes, I heard about Duane, though I've never met him.
And earlier this summer a dear modeling friend in Rockford IL passed away.
I don't care if you respect me, just buy my fucking book.
Formerly known as Old Geezer
I don't need an Ignore List, I need a Tongue My Pee Hole list.
The rules can't cure stupid, and the rules can't cure asshole.
I remember one encounter... I do not remember how we got into this mess because I think we were on the way to Mar... we ran into a small maintenance robot or something. It spoke no language we knew and vice versa, and for about the next half hour Phil role played the robot slowly teaching itself our language contextually. And it was totally convincing.
Amazing. Simply amazing.
I don't care if you respect me, just buy my fucking book.
Formerly known as Old Geezer
I don't need an Ignore List, I need a Tongue My Pee Hole list.
The rules can't cure stupid, and the rules can't cure asshole.
I can only bow to the skills this memory shows, for that is something I'm sure I couldn't do as a Referee.
(At least, not yet. Ask me again in a few years).
"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place, and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit. It's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward; how much you can take and keep moving forward." - Rocky
Not surprised; he was one of the Arneson-Wesely group at CSA.
Geez. Very sorry to hear that, my General.
Yep; one of Phil's more amazing nights, too. I think it was when we were trying to get home after that stupid little mud-brick castle siege, when we stumbled into a tubeway car station out in the middle of the desert. Of course. Phil's nasty deserts all started to look the same after the first couple of times we were in them, so it could have been later on...
Phil was, I think, first and foremost a gifted story-teller - he could have held his own in any marketplace in South Asia, and from what I gather, he did. He was, after that, a gifted actor; he could play any part on his green-carpeted game table stage, and do it utterly convincingly. Playing against his Ancient Egyptian army with him in command was truly intimidating - you were quite convinced that Ramesses II had come back from the dead and was about to do some very heavy-duty smiting.
Which made the battles of Mar and Anch'ke so sweet - they were, I think, the only times we ever got the better of the old man in a miniatures game. He was just really, really good at what he did, and was a very canny player. It also did not help that his miniatures were exquisite - our stuff looked crude in comparison, and we felt a very real sense of going up against the first team. Which was all part of the 'gamesmanship', so we just became better painters...
Chirine, please tell us the terrible story!!
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