Previously... Springtime For Someone This is my safe spaceThis is where I post, where I dream, where I hurt, and where I recover. Everybody who understands this Extras, Fun Stuff & Recommended Reading 42 Things About Me I Can Hear The Ocean. A proud member of Always go too far Albert Camus |
Balloon Risk Friday, Oct. 16, 2009 - 12:33 a.m. That guy who used the term "F@#&king Wetback" emailed me and wants to be friends again. Chinga su madre, pendejo. :-) We discussed this at length back in the summer. You would think an old dog that's been kicked would figure out not to try and come back. --- All right, show of hands, who amongst my readership used to play Risk? We had a variation when we played, that we called Nuclear Risk. If the three attacking dice turned up three of a kind, that meant that there was a nuclear strike somewhere on the board. A country was drawn from the card pile. The soldiers in that country disappear, and if anybody maneuvers through the country during the remainder of the game, they lose half of their soldiers. It was really fun if we nuked a peninsula country like Arabia or Panama, because you had to go through those to get from continent to continent, and the loss of troops would change the game with every move. --- The Balloon Boy thing? Send Daddums the bill. That whole thing set of my Shergoldometer. --- All right. Small post. Have a good Friday. ---
what you missed - what's next - leave a note THE LEGAL STUFF: All content on this site that was created by me is copyright 2003-infinity by Brin Marie McLaughlin. Steal my stuff and I'll squash you like a bug. All incoming email or any other form of communication with me is subject to publication or other distribution by me in whole or in part at my sole discretion. This diary features the sole opinions and experiences of one person, namely me, the person who is paying for this space. In the interest of safety and accountability, no anonymous input will ever be allowed here, ever, for any reason in the entire history of ever. Whenever there is a comments section appearing in this diary, it's to be considered part of my paid presence on the web, and shall be used by my readership to supplement the things I have written here with relevant information in a polite manner. Comments that do not fall in that category are subject to deletion at my whim. Your visit to my diary along with your use of my comments section constitutes the understanding of this statement. Anything else on these pages including any comments belongs to whoever created it. All external links are current as of the date of the entry in which they are first featured, but at no other time. News excerpts used here are for educational purposes and are permitted under the Fair Use Doctrine. Hold hands when you cross the street, and play nice. |