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Each Move Must Consist Of Precisely Eight Words
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Just as it says on the tin. What happens in the game may be debated in the game: perhaps it'll be a conversation, perhaps a word-limited reprise of various games we play, or whatever.
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We should try French. Full of silent letters.
She baked a vleestaart / van struisvogel en hert
En serveerde het met eieren van een hen.
Saturday morning snow. Not ideal for going marketwards.
We had a good snow shower here, too.
It was a bright cold day in April.
Where? Not here in Sheffield I assure you.
A story in eight words by Augusto Monterroso:
"When he awoke, the dinosaur was still there"
But the Spanish original is in seven words.
May the Fourth be with you, of course.
The fourth word of this sentence is "of".
The eighth word of this sentence is "anything".
The ninth word of this sentence does not
I contend that that is not a sentence.
The first rule of Fight Club is that
I've better - the secret of happiness is simply
Wait! Bismarck! Is there something important you wanted
I've never really got this game because everyone
[Chalky] Be like me. I don't give a
I'm from the police and I'm here to
One more cup of coffee can't hurt, eh?
Not with the sort of posts we're getting
There have been no posts for ten days.
There, two posts in just two days, wow!
The blind man has been. We have blinds.
I see, but perhaps the artisan does not.
That depends how well he drew them, innit?
If it wasn't for blinds, it would be...
...easy to see what the neighbours are doing?
...curtains for all of us, obvs. Oh dear.
You lot really are all a load of
Brilliant minds, as Phil was about to say
Well, another week has passed with many incidents.
Incidents? Tornado in Zierikzee (near mill), one dead.
Incidents- storm in Westminster, four resignations, nobody hurt.
Now we have fires all over the place.
Four more days of work, four more days!
I didn't know you were a fireman, pen
Give us back our ten days of holiday!
It is very quiet. Is everyone on holiday?
I am always on holiday. I am retired
We've had guests for the past three weeks.
I just can't imagine you as Basil Fawlty.
Would perhaps he be better as Manuel then?
Have you all read the manual? Good, good...
I will when I find the English bit.
Guests all gone. Back to normal. Never again!
Three guests gone yesterday, three more coming tomorrow.
Guest-free. Home alone. Feels a bit empty now.
Silence. His Majesty will now address the nation.
Hello nation. Get on your knees, you serfs.
It does all seem a bit old fashioned.
Yo homies, I's a-gonna reign and like it!
"M'sieur are you sad about ze Queen dead?" direct quote from one of my students
"Eh bien, ça va, mon petit choux, hein?"
There appears to be a plurality of cabbages.
[Rosie] That is because we are all heart.
That sounds like a very good bridge hand.
Are you talking about playing cards or snooker?
Could you please frame that question differently, possibly.
Actually, I think that I get the picture.
The picture I get is impressionistic at best.
Are you talking about Debussy or Monet then?
B flat is still B flat, you know.
Yes, even when the rent increases above inflation.
I'll end this week with eight words. Maybe.
I'll end this week with eight words. Again.
[pen] you seem to be a regular weekender.
[Softers] I do it every week. Don't you?
[pen] no real need since I have retired.
Shall we have a break from eight words?
We could try four. But do it twice.
Two words! Four times! Two words! Four times!
One.
Two, three, four, five, six, seven.
I'm sad we can't ever waltz in here.
Start!
One two three, one two three
Stop!
Waltzing, pen? I'd only tread on your toes.
[Tuj] Was that the minute waltz? Quite small...
The foxtrot, that's a short gait I imagine.
Repetitively, but without hesitation, the fox trotted overdog.
But what sort of fox was it, Bis?
An American cluster fox. It brings bad luck.
Failed. Not one mince pie passed my lips.
[pen] Not to worry, I had your share.
Mini ones are best - more pie less mince
Still haven't made any mince pies. Ruddy Covid.
This year, I propose that we try to...
Arrange a pilg. What sayeth ye, fellow humorists?
Is thou humouring us, Master Of The Rose?
I can barely master dandelions, let alone roses.
It has rained constantly, steadily, relentlessly, all day.
[pen] Lovely weather for this time of year.
[Pen] That's not the sea rising, is it?
Don't worry, Holland has plenty of good dykes.
I think you'll find they're actually called dijks
[pen] I was not thinking of water barriers.
[softers] I was ignoring your inappropriate thought processes.
We're moving to another street
All of you?
Such blatant numerical dissonance I have rarely seen.
Kentucky legislating to make pi equal four, maybe?
Pi was three point two in Indiana, 1897.
Ha! I remember when we had REAL constants.
Are you suggesting that current constants are imaginary?
[Chalks] Need to update my ancient Filofax then!
[Rosie] No, just variable, and hence not constant.
That seems to have successfully killed the conversation.
Then shall we start another topic of conversation?
I like hazelnuts. What is your favourite nut?
One without rounded edges. You can undo them.
Cashews are easily the best nuts in existence.
Cashews are not nuts, technically they are drupes.
Chocolate-covered brazils. But also walnuts. And peanut butter.
Only nuts in a date-nut-apple loaf are suitable.
[pen] Change of address is on its way
Are we forgetting pecans? Then shame on us!
Try writing while Chopin's Ballades are being played.
Shurely it depends on who is playing them.
Another month has passed, it'll soon be Christmas.
I'm thinking of a word beginning with P.
Pish! Prime persiflage partially precluding proper purple prose.
Cumulonimbus clouds can congregate continuously, causing certain catastrophe.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Careful, I'll do one in Welsh - all Y's.
Yesterday your young yellow yaks yielded yummy yoghurt.
Perhaps people pursue pleasures precariously practicing private pilates.
Eight days a week. Eight words a month.
This game is, somehow, almost 17 years old!
Somehow [adverb] - in some way; by some means.
Well, well, well. How time does fly, then.
Especially when you don't log in that often!
I burnt my diary. Finally, something to write!
Check the beginning - look how young we were!
[pen] and quite funny back in those days
Are we not still young and funny people?
I am still. I don't move much nowadays.
I got older yesterday. Ate too much cake.
Proficiat! Just in time for the holidays, too.
Happy Belated Greetings dear pen - sorry I'm #rubbishonFacebook
Thanks Chalks. Baked myself a cheesecake to celebrate.
I've never had a baked cheesecake. Just refrigerated.
Cake's not real cake unless it's baked *controversial*
Baked then frozen, like Waitrose blackcurrant cheesecake. Wonderful!
Mmmm baking. But holiday is over, diet time.
There's much talk of food in this game.
I talk it more than eat it nowadays
In that case you should be on telly
[Rosie] When will autumn arrive? I'm too hot.
(pen) That's an unusual remark for a woman.
The heat in Louisiana has caused forest fires.
[Rosie] Most menopausal women chant that mantra incessantly.
[pen] Thought at first you meant KagomeShuko’s comment.
We should ensure to post every three days.
Done!
Well... you've done *something*, not sure it's enough.
I would say that it is heptaverbally deficient.
It's been eight days, people! Pay attention!
Supplementary-word-that-gets-us-back-on-track.
[pen] Sorry, what?
Gaaah! He's done it again!
I think CdM should be lynched tout suite
The weather has changed again, now it's raining.
The weather has changed again, now it's stopped.
The weather has stopped? Are you Chicken Licken?
I have just had a water meter fitted.
Saturday felt like August. Today felt like November.
[Rosie] For monitoring your use or your production?
"It is vitally important to get a receipt."
Here, the "p" is silent, as in bathing.
At my age a p is very frequent.
Just don't get yourself stuck in a q.
P before you get stuck in a lift.
There are more Qs in the ladies, though.
Speak nicely and mind your P's and Q's.
Eat "Ps" with honey; keep them on knife.
All we are saying: give "Ps" a chance
Wishing you a better 2024 than 2023 was.
Happy New Year, everyone! May we start the year as we mean to continue!
Does anyone here live in Pease Pottage, Sussex?
There once was a man from Pease Pottage...
Who lived in a tumbledown cottage (problem looming...)
His roof lay agape (Indeed. How to pad?)
In a circular shape (Just keep going chaps)
So heating consumed a huge wattage
...(The end.)
Nice to be back after a long absence
If only the server code wouldn't rot so.
Does it smell when it goes off, then?
What does bad code smell like? Suggestions please.
I have a bad code, maybe it is 'flu.
Let's have a toast to the absent members.
Is anybody absent? Would you make yourselves known?
I'm not here but I am all there.
I'm all here but I'm not all there.
I'm here, there and everywhere - like a beetle
Chalky, did you not really mean a Beatle?
Chalky works at least eight days a week.
That'll all stop when I'm sixty four, Pen
You'll be eight squared but I'm nine squared.
Eighty-one square feet? Bigger than I thought.
I'm 7.61577310586 squared. Still too long to retirement.
1966 in my view was a vintage year.
You're a rebel just for kicks now
Chalky, you rebel! Did you mean "You are"...?
[Chalky] Chalky! Welcome to the resistance!
And while we're about it have some capacitance.
There doesn't seem to be anything current here
I am still in shock from CdMalky's volt-face.
I do hope none of this is terminal.
Not likely. I'm now on a trans mission.
Watt are you all on about?
If you ask me 'tis a circuitous route indeed
Chalky, I see you are joining the wokerati.
Whoa! Karate can be a very painful pastime.
As is Farnarkling, so I have found out
Ignore the bolding....not properly awake yet begorrah...
Pablo! I didn’t know you weren’t Irish!
I'm not - don't know where that came from
Equally, I am not Welsh, indeed to goodness.
Neither I a Scot, hoots mon
Whereas I am half-Welsh and half-Scottish, Duw Duw the noo.
That places you in the County of Eee-by-Gum
Chalky! You've come so far. No backsliding!
I am divided into three halves, all non-English.
What's your definition of a half? Think again!
(pen) maybe Bismarck is including his other half.
Is it your round? I'll have a half.
This is obviously a game of two halves
Hidden textMy father once had a Latin teacher who said to his class "Will you be listening to me now? The whole of Gaul is divided into three halves." But Rosie was also correct.
Pure bred here. But no Kennel Club certificate
Does that mean that you can go dogging?
As my beloved dog died last week - no :^(
[Chalky] So sorry to hear that. :( Have a *hug*
Are you going to get a new one?
Thanks [CdM]. [RtG] very doubtful
Dog condolences, dear Chalky. Can't imagine losing ours.
My cat was seventeen yesterday.
Still going strong.
So you know its precise birth date, then?
It's her official birthday, I'll have you know.
I fear the worst. I don't fear the best.
My official birthday's in 2003 but nobody's fooled.
I can't be arsed. It's too bleedin' 'ot.
Conservatives collapse, Labour elected, Right Honourable Farage.
Well, now I want that F-bomb displaced off-page...
Happy
to
provide
some
assistance.
If there's one person you can count on...
Then it's that bloke who calls himself Abacus
My pal "Fingers" McLone is also very reliable.
I blame entropy. Always have done, always will.
[Superman] What gave you that random thought, mate?
Rogue alpha particle(s) emitted by kryptonite molecule, probably
Kryptonite's not an alpha-emitter. But booze is.
[Rosie] You're right. Apparently kryptonite emits 'vita' particles.
It's Kryp tonite but what about tomorrow nite?
[Rosie] Blud perhaps? Prediction is a mug's game.
[Pen] I find entropy's an easy woe target.
September, and onward towards winter chill and fog.
You'd think. Still sweaty and wearing shorts here.
This must be a most alluring sight, pen
It's still very hot in Southwest Louisiana.
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock. Mr Spock.
Hidden textI am unsure if that is 8 words or 14. Or 11. I have now also learned that in hide tags apostrophes do not work. Which means I sound like Spock.
Illogicality is the opium of the lazy mind.
Not if you try and elucidate its structure.
Does the sun know when it should set?
Whenever it gets that sinking feeling, I suspect.
Well, September at its end, winter upon us.
There is no winter coming soon in Louisiana.
The clocks have gone back exactly sixty minutes!
Not here, they haven’t!
They will soon, though.
No they won’t!
They go forwards at this season down under.
Correct! Because the earth rotates in the opposite direction.
Only because you're looking at it upside down.
Bloody snow, the very cheek of the weather!
The freakin' weather here cannot make up its mind.
Finally, my leaking roof is fixed. Touch wood.
My roof is tiles, not wood - so there.
Freakin' rodents in my house drive me crazy.
I've trouble with my mouse too. New battery.
At last the brandy butter season has begun.
My Christmas cakes are still demanding brandy tots.
Drunken young kids have no place at Christmas
As do Christmas cakes that make unreasonable demands.
They serve the Chieftan o' the pudding race.
Is that the first line of a poem?
No way, who'd start a poem like that?
My sources tell me that it's sick Burns
Read the poetry of his cousin 'Chinese' Burns.
I am popping by, just to say "Hi!"
Hi, thanks for popping in. Happy New Year.
This game always makes me want After Eights.
Surely we need a mint called Exactly Eights?
It'd certainly help me with my portion sizes...
Finished a tin of Quality Street. I win.
Is the prize a tin of Quality Street?
Sadly it's not, just Quality Street withdrawal syndrome.
What? Surely one cannot really withdraw from chocolates?
I heard some advice at bellringing practice today.
"You need another handful up your tail end."
Pull the other one, it's got bells on!
It is good to be back in the Morniverse.
Lola Violet's music makes me a happy person.
Parma Violet sweets make me a happy person.
Parma violents! Violent creams! On my shopping list.
Today, is my birthday, Happy Birthday to me.
May your cake be plentiful and candles few
And of course, may you grow old disgracefully
A fortnight (ish) left for profundity in octets!
Well, I had better make use of it.
Indeed! I'm inspired to even deeper profundity. Um...
In the wise words of the old sage:
So long, and thanks for all the fish.
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