1月15日　「Tour Diary」

Deciding to take a vacation?  Now where can you go?  Ireland?  A bit too cold this time of the year.  Paris?

No.

A week at the cricket in Johannesburg.  England touring.  Readers will be spared the tedium of my memoirs; I confine myself here to the salient points:

Morning session.  Arrived at Wanderers for second day of fourth Test.  Conditions smashing.  Thermoplyae not in attendance, contrary to dream as recorded in {d0×9B5:TERMISFORBIDDEN}.

Lunch.  Can now confirm the thermophantasm’s assessment: J.P. Duminy is, in fact, not hot.

Afternoon session.  Inclement weather; remainder of day’s play called off twenty minutes prior to tea break.  Praise THE LORD for having mercy on the boys.  Returned to rooms at embassy; telegram waiting with tea.  Monsignor Pasco may raise an eyebrow at the allusion, but what sprang to mind was the interclerical salutation of the Greek schismatics.

Hotmodal is in our midst.

He is and ever shall be.

I confess I’m rather bemused by the great man’s invitation. I fear I’ve as much interest in administration as I do in wikis [?women].

Be seeing you.

Now that MARARTHON has officially taken its own life, there are a few things I’d like to get off my chest. I mean, they’ve bothered me for something like a year. That’s a long time if you think about it. (Also, I have the gift of Bourbon, so truth is coming more naturally to me at the moment.)

(Try to read between the lines a little bit more)

Marathon is the German Language of first-person shooters.

It is at times cumbersome, often full of subtleties, reviled or ignored by most unacquainted with its charm. To whom, then, do our own CLIQUE minds correspond?

Ryoko: Richard Wagner. Wagner is known for his dramatic, romantic, overblown musical style, the themes of which were eventually adopted by the Nazis. Ryoko’s maps are crazy big, grandiose, and so on. And he’s a Nazi.

He deserves nothing he has.

Treellama: Thomas Mann. Mann was an astounding writer, and is one of my personal favorites. He opposed the Nazis and went into exile during World War II. Treellama is pretty reasonable, and he privately hates CLIQUE. Like Treellama, Mann had better things to do than hang around those losers.

you guys are so negative :(

W’rkncacnter: This is where it gets tricky. I’m going with Karl Marx on the grounds that communism = JUICE.

HALF OF MY TEAM IS NOW OUT OF JAIL.

Thermoplyae: Thermo is kind of mysterious. He also likes numbers. Therefore, the most suitable choice is Gottfired Leibniz, one of two losers who invented calculus, and the man who brought us binary. I’m sure he would be just as content to program in ML as Thermo is.

*spills dixie cup beer*

Ray: If anyone had owned an imageboard based on Germany back in the day, it would have been Goethe. Let’s look at Goethe’s masterpiece, Faust, from a Ray’s perpective—that is to say, Faust v. Mephistopheles: King of Fighters Romanticism Edition!!

then you will be 1/infinity as cool as me

Irons: I’m half-genius, half-crazy. People try to understand me and usually fail (unless they are my CLIQUE contemporaries). I created an übermensch named Hotmodal. I am Nietzsche.

loch nits olmec taps you the eight-foot-tall Burton