Do you have a SECRET Weapon? I do...

[LST Express]

I have a 3 legged lab with an active tail I have to keep an eye on. [:)]

[crsutton]

ORIGINAL: John 3rd

Icedawg is right about counters with the old games. Man I remember playing out a scenario of Flattop once and coming home to find that the cats had had a fight on the board and EVERYTHING was spread EVERYWHERE! Terrible...

Don't ever, ever, ever ask me to tell you the story about my "Red Barricades" board and the pot roast. 20 years of therapy and I am still having nightmares about it....[X(]
It is a miracle that the marriage survived..

[crsutton]

ORIGINAL: Canoerebel

1776 was bad, but what about Terrible Swift Sword?!  One day, Heth's division was advancing to engage Buford.  My gerbil intervened and Heth straddled the Baltimore Pike.

Such a great game. "A Gleam of Bayonets" too. I still own them both. Doubt I could play them again but don't have the heart to get rid of them.

[Mac Linehan]

ORIGINAL: crsutton

ORIGINAL: Canoerebel

1776 was bad, but what about Terrible Swift Sword?!  One day, Heth's division was advancing to engage Buford.  My gerbil intervened and Heth straddled the Baltimore Pike.

Such a great game. "A Gleam of Bayonets" too. I still own them both. Doubt I could play them again but don't have the heart to get rid of them.

crsutton -

From 1971 until 1989 (when computers entered my life!) I would periodically come home on leave and buy one or two hundred dollars worth of board games, from Squad Leader though "A Gleam of Bayonets". Was really only able to play Squad Leader (and it is absolutely awesome to have all the modules - one of the advantages of being older..<grin>) due to time constraints.

In February of 1999 my basement flooded, water damaging about 50% of the 60 or so board games stacked on the floor, but I was able to dry them out and only lost one - Victory Games "Panzer Commander" (IIRC).

Fortunately, with the advent of computers and HPS's "Aide de Camp" it is possible to convert any board game to a computer format - regardless of water damage.

As for Cats: Probably in 1979 or so, a friend and I attempted to play SPI's War in the Pacific. We came up with a system that had two doors, mounted horizontally (like a table) but hung with light cords from pulleys in the garage. It did wobble a bit while playing, but when done, the doors could be retracted up and out of the way. Disaster hit when Louie (of Casablanca fame), a Siamese with an attitude, decided to sleep on the maps. I recall seeing his malevolent eyes staring down at me while his tail swept part of the board clean.

We didn't get too far into the game because I was only home on leave for a short time, but we did thoroughly enjoy our selfs setting everything up and doing the opening moves.

OK - your post and this thread brought back many memories.

Mac

[Chickenboy]

ORIGINAL: crsutton

ORIGINAL: John 3rd

Icedawg is right about counters with the old games. Man I remember playing out a scenario of Flattop once and coming home to find that the cats had had a fight on the board and EVERYTHING was spread EVERYWHERE! Terrible...

Don't ever, ever, ever ask me to tell you the story about my "Red Barricades" board and the pot roast. 20 years of therapy and I am still having nightmares about it....[X(]
It is a miracle that the marriage survived..

Hey crsutton,

What's all this about the Red Barricades board and the pot roast? Kind of like "The Noodle Incident" in Calvin and Hobbes?

[Historiker]

my secret weapon, though i don#t know whether it makes me better...

[geofflambert]

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[Gunner98]

Drang nach Osten! 7 of us (4 German, 3 Russian), 5 were unemployed at the time so the gaming was good; and the other two brought the beer. Well disciplined with the door until once, well into the evening after an all day marathon where the beer started about 15:00 the Pizza guy arrived. Heard a strange noise upstairs and ran up to discover my buddies younger sister's cat playing hockey with Army Group Center[:@]. Surprisingly the cat survived. Disappointingly the game was a wash and we all went out and got jobs... Cats!

[Empire101]

ORIGINAL: drw61

I don't want to hijack this thread but seeing this reminded me of an email I received with the following. Enjoy Daryl


CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt
for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in
order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is
my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
Bastards!

They continue to pick me up and handle me, an obvious attempt to
subvert me.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn
what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.
I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

Tonight I will again lay on their heads while they sleep and hope to
smother them.


DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Ran back and forth in the hall! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play tug! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Made me laugh..[:D].

[ilovestrategy]

ORIGINAL: John 3rd

Her name is Abbigail...

The man has a ringer! [:D]

[Itdepends]

Hmm- another reason why I won't be a cat person.

BTW- love the pic- dingy dungeion, creaky mdf bookshelf with old hardcopies- but notice the essentials- spanky wide flatscreen, coffee (I assume) and- he's taking notes. Isn't that cheating? (hold on- maybe that's only if you're playing Capt Mandrake).

Hope that isn't allied intell you've revealed on that note pad- at least the cat has done the righty and is obscuring the top of the page.

[Treetop64]

ORIGINAL: Empire101

ORIGINAL: drw61

I don't want to hijack this thread but seeing this reminded me of an email I received with the following. Enjoy Daryl


CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt
for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in
order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is
my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
Bastards!

They continue to pick me up and handle me, an obvious attempt to
subvert me.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn
what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.
I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

Tonight I will again lay on their heads while they sleep and hope to
smother them.


DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Ran back and forth in the hall! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play tug! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Made me laugh..[:D].

Effing hilarious! [:D]

[John 3rd]

ORIGINAL: Itdepends

Hmm- another reason why I won't be a cat person.

BTW- love the pic- dingy dungeion, creaky mdf bookshelf with old hardcopies- but notice the essentials- spanky wide flatscreen, coffee (I assume) and- he's taking notes. Isn't that cheating? (hold on- maybe that's only if you're playing Capt Mandrake).

Hope that isn't allied intell you've revealed on that note pad- at least the cat has done the righty and is obscuring the top of the page.

Good Laugh provided here. You are correct in nearly all regards except that is Tea. Darjeeling probably.

I have so many notebooks of AE and Mod Creation that they take up about 18" of shelf space. Abbigail is covering only the 'essential' information. She--all cats--are very good a keeping secrets!

[bradfordkay]

ORIGINAL: drw61

I don't want to hijack this thread but seeing this reminded me of an email I received with the following. Enjoy Daryl


CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt
for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in
order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is
my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
Bastards!

They continue to pick me up and handle me, an obvious attempt to
subvert me.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn
what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.
I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

Tonight I will again lay on their heads while they sleep and hope to
smother them.


DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Ran back and forth in the hall! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play tug! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Absolutely priceless!

[bradfordkay]

ORIGINAL: John 3rd

You had a cat named Joe Hooker? Man...I thought I was a GEEK!

Well, he was named by the historian at Kennesaw Mtn Battlefield, who had found him as a stray. Joe and their dog didn't get along, so my family took him in. I think that his fights with the dog earned him the name...

[John 3rd]

Hadn't seen your follow-on Post Brad. That is a funny story! I thought he might be named for the harem of...ahhh...'ladies' he keeps around your place!

[Schanilec]

ORIGINAL: drw61

I don't want to hijack this thread but seeing this reminded me of an email I received with the following. Enjoy Daryl


CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt
for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in
order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is
my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
Bastards!

They continue to pick me up and handle me, an obvious attempt to
subvert me.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn
what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.
I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

Tonight I will again lay on their heads while they sleep and hope to
smother them.


DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Ran back and forth in the hall! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play tug! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Laughed hard enough for tears.

[LoBaron]

ORIGINAL: Schanilec

ORIGINAL: drw61

I don't want to hijack this thread but seeing this reminded me of an email I received with the following. Enjoy Daryl


CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are
fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt
for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in
order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is
my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.
Bastards!

They continue to pick me up and handle me, an obvious attempt to
subvert me.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn
what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one
of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.
I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and
snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released -- and
seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

Tonight I will again lay on their heads while they sleep and hope to
smother them.


DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Ran back and forth in the hall! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play tug! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Laughed hard enough for tears.

Same here. Seen it first when I was on vacation on the east coast, IIRC it was a doormat print from a souvenier
shop in Cape Cod.

Bought it for my cousin who owns a dog. Should have bought it for my mother who owns 2 cats as well. [:D]

[JohnDillworth]

This is what happens when you use a mouse....

Ouch!![X(]

[vettim89]

My Aide-De-Camp, Stewart, reached up and hit the hot key for increasing the delay on messages. Had to pull the manual to figure which damn key he hit. Unlike other "asistants", mine is a 13 week old Jack Russell Terrorist puppy. As I type this, he has found an empty milk bottle and is giving it what for.