Thread where Symbols and Skuj don't play chess.
 

Because not everyone in the Covidthread wants to see our moves.

To save you two a lot of time, here's my prediction on the end of this thread

the sicilian defense! :D

Lol.

Um, Symbols, it's your move.

i saw! replied...

need 2nd breakfast

So anyway, fuck 'em if they can't appreciate our fun.

You did Bf8-c5.

Scarlett O'Hara was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by d2-d3 as Symbols was.

Muchos años después, frente al pelotón de fusilamiento, el coronel Aureliano Buendía había de recordar aquella tarde remota en que su padre lo llevó a conocer el hielo. Macondo era entonces una aldea de Ng8-f6 casas de barro y cañabrava construidas a la orilla de un río de aguas diáfanas que se precipitaban por un lecho de piedras pulidas, blancas y enormes como huevos prehistóricos. El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carecían de nombre, y para mencionarlas había que señalarlas con el dedo.

You picked 100 Years Of Solitude over the Living With Cholera one!! :)

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family plays Bc1-g5 in its own way.

yeah i also saw you update that move after you realized the pawn had you locked in XD

d7-d6 years is the latin american bible, leo

Wait what? I had Bc1-g5 outside the sentence for reference, but I initially forgot to delete it when posting.

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, h2-h3 must show.

She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,' cried the young Student; 'but in all my garden there is no red rose.'

From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nc6-a5 heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.

Nb1-d2, light of my life, fire of my loins.

gross man. gross.

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
ché la diritta 0-0 era smarrita.

Oh, my Symbols, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than a2-a3.

i don't speak german so i found an old translation:

Wherever the religious neurosis has appeared on the earth
so far, we find it connected with Na5xc4 dangerous prescrip-
tions as to regimen: solitude, fasting, and sexual abstinence
— but without its being possible to determine with certainty
which is cause and which is effect, or if any relation at all of
cause and effect exists there.

i gtg watch some sort of movie. will catch up later eh?

Their honor precarious, their liberty provisional, lasting only until the discovery of their crime; their position unstable, like that of the poet who one day was feasted at every table, applauded in every theatre in London, and on the next was driven from every lodging, unable to find a pillow upon which to lay his head, turning the mill like Samson and saying like him: "The two sexes shall die, each in a place apart!"; excluded even, save on the days of general disaster when the majority rally round the victim as the Jews rallied round Dreyfus, from the sympathy--at times from the society--of their fellows, in whom they inspire only disgust at seeing themselves as they are, portrayed in a mirror which, ceasing to flatter them, accentuates every blemish that they have refused to observe in themselves, and makes them understand that what they have been calling their love (a thing to which, playing upon the word, they have by association annexed all that poetry, painting, music, chivalry, asceticism have contrived to add to love) springs not from an ideal of beauty which they have chosen but from an incurable malady; like the Jews again (save some who will associate only with others of their race and have always on their lips ritual words and consecrated pleasantries), shunning one another, seeking out those who are most directly their opposite, who do not desire their company, pardoning their rebuffs, moved to ecstasy by their condescension; but also brought into the company of their own kind by the ostracism that strikes them, the opprobrium under which they have fallen, having finally been invested, by a persecution similar to that of Israel, with the physical and moral characteristics of a race, sometimes beautiful, often hideous, finding (in spite of all the mockery with which he who, more closely blended with, better assimilated to the opposing race, is relatively, in appearance, the least inverted, heaps upon him who has remained more so) a relief in frequenting the society of their kind, and even some corroboration of their own life, so much so that, while steadfastly denying that they are a race (the name of which is the vilest of insults), those who succeed in concealing the fact that they belong to it they readily unmask, with a view less to injuring them, though they have no scruple about that, than to excusing themselves; and, going in search (as a doctor seeks cases of appendicitis) of cases of inversion in history, taking pleasure in recalling that Socrates was one of themselves, as the Israelites claim that Jesus was one of them, without reflecting that there were no abnormals when homosexuality was the norm, no anti-Christians before Christ, that the disgrace alone makes the crime because it has allowed to survive only those who remained obdurate to every warning, to every example, to every punishment, by virtue of an innate disposition so peculiar that it is more repugnant to other men (even though it may be accompanied by exalted moral qualities) than certain other vices which exclude those qualities, such as theft, cruelty, breach of faith, vices better understood and so more readily excused by the generality of men; forming a freemasonry far more extensive, more powerful and less suspected than that of the Lodges, for it rests upon an identity of tastes, needs, habits, dangers, apprenticeship, knowledge, traffic, glossary, and one in which the members themselves, who intend not to know one another, recognize one another immediately by natural or conventional, involuntary or deliberate signs which indicate one of his congeners to the beggar in the street, in the great nobleman whose carriage door he is shutting, to the father in the suitor for his daughter's hand, to him who has sought healing, absolution, defense, in the doctor, the priest, the barrister to whom he has had recourse; all of them obliged to protect their own secret but having their part in a secret shared with the others, which the rest of humanity does not suspect and which means that to them the most wildly improbable tales of adventure seem true, for in this romantic, anachronistic life the ambassador is a bosom friend of the felon, the prince, with a certain independence of action with which his aristocratic breeding has furnished him, and which the trembling little cit would lack, on leaving the duchess's party goes off to confer in private with the hooligan; a reprobate part of the human whole, but an important part, suspected where it does not exist, flaunting itself, insolent and unpunished, where its existence is never guessed; numbering its adherents everywhere, among the people, in the army, in the church, in the prison, on the throne; living, in short, at least to a great extent, in a playful and perilous intimacy with the men of the other race, provoking them, playing Nd2xNc4 with them by speaking of its vice as of something alien to it; a game that is rendered easy by the blindness or duplicity of the others, a game that may be kept up for years until the day of the scandal, on which these lion-tamers are devoured; until then, obliged to make a secret of their lives, to turn away their eyes from the things on which they would naturally fasten them, to fasten them upon those from which they would naturally turn away, to change the gender of many of the words in their vocabulary, a social constraint, slight in comparison with the inward constraint which their vice, or what is improperly so called, imposes upon them with regard not so much now to others as to themselves, and in such a way that to themselves it does not appear a vice.

(That was a single sentence in Proust!!)

Wait...a movie?? WTF?? :)

7 Chess Movies You Do Not Want To Miss

Quiz question:
How many times the word "chess" is used on that page?

ended up watching some irish teevee show about gardening instead

eta:

b7-b5

no quotes, sorry!

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me b2-b4 that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

film is also literature



"dodge Bc5xf2+"

You can't handle the Ke1xBf2. (Wow, interesting play here!)

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of b5xc4.

Here's looking at Bg5xNf6, kid.

(You were hoping I'd do pxp, weren't you, Bitch?)

:rolleyes: you're confusing me with someone else and this is why i don't like "sport". that above is pissing me off, so...

here I am...

drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle
of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of
poesy
an old man
maddened for the flesh of young girls in this
dwindling twilight
liver gone
kidneys going
pancrea pooped
top-floor blood pressure

while all the fear of the wasted years
laughs between my toes
no woman will live with me
no Florence Nightingale to watch the
Johnny Carson show with

if I have a stroke I will lay here for six
days, my three cats hungrily ripping the flesh
from my elbows, wrists, head

the radio playing Qd8xf6...

(etc etc)

Oh. Sorry.

Frankly my pd3xpc4, I don't give a damn.

Be careful, this is April. It might rain again and the shadow
and its slapstick brother might move up and down the spring-
bursting, bud-ladened, totally confused street all afternoon singing,
Danger, Laughter, Danger, Qf6-g6.

Say hello to my liddle Rh1-e1.

I'm gonna let 'em know that Dolemite is back on the scene! I'm gonna let 'em know that Dolemite is my name, and f7-f5 up motherfuckers is my game!

I see dead pe4xpf5.

(Which may be accurate.)

The monkey looked up to the Bc8xf5 with tears in his eyes
Nothin’ he could see or nothing he could hear
He knew that that was the end
Of his bulllshittin’ and signifyin’ career
Signifying career, Signifying career
Signifying career, Signifying career
Signifying career, Signifying career

I'm gonna make him a pc2-c3 he can't refuse.

Gotta go for a while. Later Dude.

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless Ra8-e8 upon the Achaeans.

Sorry Dude, can't do this again until tomorrow afternoon. I sense that you are about to kick my ass again. Sigh.....

i thought that i already had but never wanted to make an issue of it because that was never the point

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BuZbC0ITxjc

Um......ok.

(Let's take a break. I sense other things. tunic sees things!! PM me.)

tunic wins again :D

that’s what we call deep chess and seeing 1,000,000 moves ahead

Check it out - I just beat the computer without losing a single piece:



Granted, it's Chess Titans level 1, but still. :D