The Orange Playroom and the Boy Called Mike, Part 1
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One day Mike was wandering around and saw a new building. The sign on the building said The Orange Playroom and underneath that in smaller letters it said Everyone Welcome. Mike walked in and found many other boys and girls there, talking, laughing, and playing a game that Mike did not recognize. Some of the boys and girls walked up to Mike and said hello, and right away he felt comfortable at TOP (which is what everyone called it), and with the TOPians (which is what they called themselves). Mike continued to stop by TOP, nearly every day. He began to learn the strange new Glass Bead Game that the TOPians all loved to play, and found that he had a knack for it. Then one day something changed. He noticed garish posters on the wall, advertising products he did not recognize or did not want. The posters began to annoy him. "How can I play the Game with those garish posters all around?", he loudly asked. The other TOPians were silent at his protests. Finally the proprietor of TOP came over to see what all the fuss was about. "The posters are distracting me from the Game!" Mike exclaimed. "They make me lose my concentration, and that is bad. They go or I go!" he announced. All the TOPians was shocked. Mike was respected by many, and they could not understand his bold statements. They understood it even less when Mike actually left, but soon TOP was back to normal, with people talking, laughing, and playing the Game. All of a sudden, Mike returned. He was welcomed and treated to many happy greetings. Once again, Mike felt comfortable at TOP, and fell right in with the usual activities. He became even better at the Game, and in no time he was the #1 Player. Then one day something changed. Many TOPians simply ignored his mood swings - they respected him enough as a Player to forgive the occasional outburst - but some TOPians considered his tirades as negative and provocative, quite a departure from the usually civil atmosphere at TOP. Mike began scoffing at these long-time TOPians, scorning them as "vanilla people" who don't understand the benefits of diversity. Mike did not know that the Magister Ludi, the creator of the Glass Bead Game, was standing nearby and overheard what Mike was saying. "Mike," said the M.L., "You are the #1 Player, but you understand nothing. You can have strong opinions, and still be respectful of others. You can criticize, and still be civil. You can disagree with others, and still be a constructive force at TOP. That you have chos
OK - yesterday was flambe day in the lounge, and today is morality play day. What's tomorrow going to be? Mime day? Existential Despair day in the lounge? :rolleyes: Nice try at subtlety - shame you missed.
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OK - yesterday was flambe day in the lounge, and today is morality play day. What's tomorrow going to be? Mime day? Existential Despair day in the lounge? :rolleyes: Nice try at subtlety - shame you missed.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
No just lunacy in the style of martin_hughes day :)
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No just lunacy in the style of martin_hughes day :)
martin_hughes wrote:
lunacy in the style of martin_hughes day
That should be fun, although tomorrow I intend to spend in the garden in the style of Pete O'Hanlon, possibly followed by in the pub in the style of a p!ssed Geordie.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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martin_hughes wrote:
lunacy in the style of martin_hughes day
That should be fun, although tomorrow I intend to spend in the garden in the style of Pete O'Hanlon, possibly followed by in the pub in the style of a p!ssed Geordie.
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Damned silly move Pete. Damned silly move :)
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OK - yesterday was flambe day in the lounge, and today is morality play day. What's tomorrow going to be? Mime day? Existential Despair day in the lounge? :rolleyes: Nice try at subtlety - shame you missed.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
"Every time I tried to go to the copy room to print out my reports I just couldn't make the trees stop screaming! Why is my coffee orange every time I smell the lemony freshness of my desk?"
Imagine that you are hired to build a bridge over a river. The river gets slightly wider every day; sometimes it shrinks but nobody can predict when. Your contract says you can't use concrete or steel - the client only provides timber and cut stone (but won't tell you what kind). Gravity changes from hour to hour, as does the viscosity of air. Your only tools are a hacksaw, a chainsaw, a rubber mallet, and a length of rope. Welcome to my world. -Me explaining my job to an engineer
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Damned silly move Pete. Damned silly move :)
martin_hughes wrote:
Damned silly move Pete. Damned silly move
Repeat after me; beer, beer, beer.
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martin_hughes wrote:
lunacy in the style of martin_hughes day
That should be fun, although tomorrow I intend to spend in the garden in the style of Pete O'Hanlon, possibly followed by in the pub in the style of a p!ssed Geordie.
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Pete O'Hanlon wrote:
followed by in the pub in the style of a p!ssed Geordie
That ought to be worth a try one time :D
"Every time Lotus Notes starts up, somewhere a puppy, a kitten, a lamb, and a baby seal are killed. Lotus Notes is a conspiracy by the forces of Satan to drive us over the brink into madness. The CRC-32 for each file in the installation includes the numbers 666." Gary Wheeler "You're an idiot." John Simmons, THE Outlaw programmer "I realised that all of my best anecdotes started with "So there we were, pissed". Pete O'Hanlon
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martin_hughes wrote:
Damned silly move Pete. Damned silly move
Repeat after me; beer, beer, beer.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
You with your northern ways :)
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Pete O'Hanlon wrote:
followed by in the pub in the style of a p!ssed Geordie
That ought to be worth a try one time :D
"Every time Lotus Notes starts up, somewhere a puppy, a kitten, a lamb, and a baby seal are killed. Lotus Notes is a conspiracy by the forces of Satan to drive us over the brink into madness. The CRC-32 for each file in the installation includes the numbers 666." Gary Wheeler "You're an idiot." John Simmons, THE Outlaw programmer "I realised that all of my best anecdotes started with "So there we were, pissed". Pete O'Hanlon
Just make sure you have the emergency liver on standby.
Deja View - the feeling that you've seen this post before.
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You with your northern ways :)
You've got to admit, it has a real ring to it. I hear one of those little beauties calling to me right now.
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One day Mike was wandering around and saw a new building. The sign on the building said The Orange Playroom and underneath that in smaller letters it said Everyone Welcome. Mike walked in and found many other boys and girls there, talking, laughing, and playing a game that Mike did not recognize. Some of the boys and girls walked up to Mike and said hello, and right away he felt comfortable at TOP (which is what everyone called it), and with the TOPians (which is what they called themselves). Mike continued to stop by TOP, nearly every day. He began to learn the strange new Glass Bead Game that the TOPians all loved to play, and found that he had a knack for it. Then one day something changed. He noticed garish posters on the wall, advertising products he did not recognize or did not want. The posters began to annoy him. "How can I play the Game with those garish posters all around?", he loudly asked. The other TOPians were silent at his protests. Finally the proprietor of TOP came over to see what all the fuss was about. "The posters are distracting me from the Game!" Mike exclaimed. "They make me lose my concentration, and that is bad. They go or I go!" he announced. All the TOPians was shocked. Mike was respected by many, and they could not understand his bold statements. They understood it even less when Mike actually left, but soon TOP was back to normal, with people talking, laughing, and playing the Game. All of a sudden, Mike returned. He was welcomed and treated to many happy greetings. Once again, Mike felt comfortable at TOP, and fell right in with the usual activities. He became even better at the Game, and in no time he was the #1 Player. Then one day something changed. Many TOPians simply ignored his mood swings - they respected him enough as a Player to forgive the occasional outburst - but some TOPians considered his tirades as negative and provocative, quite a departure from the usually civil atmosphere at TOP. Mike began scoffing at these long-time TOPians, scorning them as "vanilla people" who don't understand the benefits of diversity. Mike did not know that the Magister Ludi, the creator of the Glass Bead Game, was standing nearby and overheard what Mike was saying. "Mike," said the M.L., "You are the #1 Player, but you understand nothing. You can have strong opinions, and still be respectful of others. You can criticize, and still be civil. You can disagree with others, and still be a constructive force at TOP. That you have chos
And Mike said, "WTF was that?"
"Why don't you tie a kerosene-soaked rag around your ankles so the ants won't climb up and eat your candy ass..." - Dale Earnhardt, 1997
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Just make sure you have the emergency liver on standby.
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I'll take that as a challenge shall I? :D
"Every time Lotus Notes starts up, somewhere a puppy, a kitten, a lamb, and a baby seal are killed. Lotus Notes is a conspiracy by the forces of Satan to drive us over the brink into madness. The CRC-32 for each file in the installation includes the numbers 666." Gary Wheeler "You're an idiot." John Simmons, THE Outlaw programmer "I realised that all of my best anecdotes started with "So there we were, pissed". Pete O'Hanlon
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I'll take that as a challenge shall I? :D
"Every time Lotus Notes starts up, somewhere a puppy, a kitten, a lamb, and a baby seal are killed. Lotus Notes is a conspiracy by the forces of Satan to drive us over the brink into madness. The CRC-32 for each file in the installation includes the numbers 666." Gary Wheeler "You're an idiot." John Simmons, THE Outlaw programmer "I realised that all of my best anecdotes started with "So there we were, pissed". Pete O'Hanlon
Nah - just a promise of a session to remember; well to have people remind you of your drunken escapades when you finally sober up. ;) Take a look at your sig to see what I mean.
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One day Mike was wandering around and saw a new building. The sign on the building said The Orange Playroom and underneath that in smaller letters it said Everyone Welcome. Mike walked in and found many other boys and girls there, talking, laughing, and playing a game that Mike did not recognize. Some of the boys and girls walked up to Mike and said hello, and right away he felt comfortable at TOP (which is what everyone called it), and with the TOPians (which is what they called themselves). Mike continued to stop by TOP, nearly every day. He began to learn the strange new Glass Bead Game that the TOPians all loved to play, and found that he had a knack for it. Then one day something changed. He noticed garish posters on the wall, advertising products he did not recognize or did not want. The posters began to annoy him. "How can I play the Game with those garish posters all around?", he loudly asked. The other TOPians were silent at his protests. Finally the proprietor of TOP came over to see what all the fuss was about. "The posters are distracting me from the Game!" Mike exclaimed. "They make me lose my concentration, and that is bad. They go or I go!" he announced. All the TOPians was shocked. Mike was respected by many, and they could not understand his bold statements. They understood it even less when Mike actually left, but soon TOP was back to normal, with people talking, laughing, and playing the Game. All of a sudden, Mike returned. He was welcomed and treated to many happy greetings. Once again, Mike felt comfortable at TOP, and fell right in with the usual activities. He became even better at the Game, and in no time he was the #1 Player. Then one day something changed. Many TOPians simply ignored his mood swings - they respected him enough as a Player to forgive the occasional outburst - but some TOPians considered his tirades as negative and provocative, quite a departure from the usually civil atmosphere at TOP. Mike began scoffing at these long-time TOPians, scorning them as "vanilla people" who don't understand the benefits of diversity. Mike did not know that the Magister Ludi, the creator of the Glass Bead Game, was standing nearby and overheard what Mike was saying. "Mike," said the M.L., "You are the #1 Player, but you understand nothing. You can have strong opinions, and still be respectful of others. You can criticize, and still be civil. You can disagree with others, and still be a constructive force at TOP. That you have chos
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One day Mike was wandering around and saw a new building. The sign on the building said The Orange Playroom and underneath that in smaller letters it said Everyone Welcome. Mike walked in and found many other boys and girls there, talking, laughing, and playing a game that Mike did not recognize. Some of the boys and girls walked up to Mike and said hello, and right away he felt comfortable at TOP (which is what everyone called it), and with the TOPians (which is what they called themselves). Mike continued to stop by TOP, nearly every day. He began to learn the strange new Glass Bead Game that the TOPians all loved to play, and found that he had a knack for it. Then one day something changed. He noticed garish posters on the wall, advertising products he did not recognize or did not want. The posters began to annoy him. "How can I play the Game with those garish posters all around?", he loudly asked. The other TOPians were silent at his protests. Finally the proprietor of TOP came over to see what all the fuss was about. "The posters are distracting me from the Game!" Mike exclaimed. "They make me lose my concentration, and that is bad. They go or I go!" he announced. All the TOPians was shocked. Mike was respected by many, and they could not understand his bold statements. They understood it even less when Mike actually left, but soon TOP was back to normal, with people talking, laughing, and playing the Game. All of a sudden, Mike returned. He was welcomed and treated to many happy greetings. Once again, Mike felt comfortable at TOP, and fell right in with the usual activities. He became even better at the Game, and in no time he was the #1 Player. Then one day something changed. Many TOPians simply ignored his mood swings - they respected him enough as a Player to forgive the occasional outburst - but some TOPians considered his tirades as negative and provocative, quite a departure from the usually civil atmosphere at TOP. Mike began scoffing at these long-time TOPians, scorning them as "vanilla people" who don't understand the benefits of diversity. Mike did not know that the Magister Ludi, the creator of the Glass Bead Game, was standing nearby and overheard what Mike was saying. "Mike," said the M.L., "You are the #1 Player, but you understand nothing. You can have strong opinions, and still be respectful of others. You can criticize, and still be civil. You can disagree with others, and still be a constructive force at TOP. That you have chos
I don't know, someone correct me if I'm wrong, could be that I'm way off here, I mean I could be mistaken, but maybe, perhaps this is an attempt at being a parable about the Lounge?? :confused:
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One day Mike was wandering around and saw a new building. The sign on the building said The Orange Playroom and underneath that in smaller letters it said Everyone Welcome. Mike walked in and found many other boys and girls there, talking, laughing, and playing a game that Mike did not recognize. Some of the boys and girls walked up to Mike and said hello, and right away he felt comfortable at TOP (which is what everyone called it), and with the TOPians (which is what they called themselves). Mike continued to stop by TOP, nearly every day. He began to learn the strange new Glass Bead Game that the TOPians all loved to play, and found that he had a knack for it. Then one day something changed. He noticed garish posters on the wall, advertising products he did not recognize or did not want. The posters began to annoy him. "How can I play the Game with those garish posters all around?", he loudly asked. The other TOPians were silent at his protests. Finally the proprietor of TOP came over to see what all the fuss was about. "The posters are distracting me from the Game!" Mike exclaimed. "They make me lose my concentration, and that is bad. They go or I go!" he announced. All the TOPians was shocked. Mike was respected by many, and they could not understand his bold statements. They understood it even less when Mike actually left, but soon TOP was back to normal, with people talking, laughing, and playing the Game. All of a sudden, Mike returned. He was welcomed and treated to many happy greetings. Once again, Mike felt comfortable at TOP, and fell right in with the usual activities. He became even better at the Game, and in no time he was the #1 Player. Then one day something changed. Many TOPians simply ignored his mood swings - they respected him enough as a Player to forgive the occasional outburst - but some TOPians considered his tirades as negative and provocative, quite a departure from the usually civil atmosphere at TOP. Mike began scoffing at these long-time TOPians, scorning them as "vanilla people" who don't understand the benefits of diversity. Mike did not know that the Magister Ludi, the creator of the Glass Bead Game, was standing nearby and overheard what Mike was saying. "Mike," said the M.L., "You are the #1 Player, but you understand nothing. You can have strong opinions, and still be respectful of others. You can criticize, and still be civil. You can disagree with others, and still be a constructive force at TOP. That you have chos
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One day Mike was wandering around and saw a new building. The sign on the building said The Orange Playroom and underneath that in smaller letters it said Everyone Welcome. Mike walked in and found many other boys and girls there, talking, laughing, and playing a game that Mike did not recognize. Some of the boys and girls walked up to Mike and said hello, and right away he felt comfortable at TOP (which is what everyone called it), and with the TOPians (which is what they called themselves). Mike continued to stop by TOP, nearly every day. He began to learn the strange new Glass Bead Game that the TOPians all loved to play, and found that he had a knack for it. Then one day something changed. He noticed garish posters on the wall, advertising products he did not recognize or did not want. The posters began to annoy him. "How can I play the Game with those garish posters all around?", he loudly asked. The other TOPians were silent at his protests. Finally the proprietor of TOP came over to see what all the fuss was about. "The posters are distracting me from the Game!" Mike exclaimed. "They make me lose my concentration, and that is bad. They go or I go!" he announced. All the TOPians was shocked. Mike was respected by many, and they could not understand his bold statements. They understood it even less when Mike actually left, but soon TOP was back to normal, with people talking, laughing, and playing the Game. All of a sudden, Mike returned. He was welcomed and treated to many happy greetings. Once again, Mike felt comfortable at TOP, and fell right in with the usual activities. He became even better at the Game, and in no time he was the #1 Player. Then one day something changed. Many TOPians simply ignored his mood swings - they respected him enough as a Player to forgive the occasional outburst - but some TOPians considered his tirades as negative and provocative, quite a departure from the usually civil atmosphere at TOP. Mike began scoffing at these long-time TOPians, scorning them as "vanilla people" who don't understand the benefits of diversity. Mike did not know that the Magister Ludi, the creator of the Glass Bead Game, was standing nearby and overheard what Mike was saying. "Mike," said the M.L., "You are the #1 Player, but you understand nothing. You can have strong opinions, and still be respectful of others. You can criticize, and still be civil. You can disagree with others, and still be a constructive force at TOP. That you have chos
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No just lunacy in the style of martin_hughes day :)
Count me in! :D
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One day Mike was wandering around and saw a new building. The sign on the building said The Orange Playroom and underneath that in smaller letters it said Everyone Welcome. Mike walked in and found many other boys and girls there, talking, laughing, and playing a game that Mike did not recognize. Some of the boys and girls walked up to Mike and said hello, and right away he felt comfortable at TOP (which is what everyone called it), and with the TOPians (which is what they called themselves). Mike continued to stop by TOP, nearly every day. He began to learn the strange new Glass Bead Game that the TOPians all loved to play, and found that he had a knack for it. Then one day something changed. He noticed garish posters on the wall, advertising products he did not recognize or did not want. The posters began to annoy him. "How can I play the Game with those garish posters all around?", he loudly asked. The other TOPians were silent at his protests. Finally the proprietor of TOP came over to see what all the fuss was about. "The posters are distracting me from the Game!" Mike exclaimed. "They make me lose my concentration, and that is bad. They go or I go!" he announced. All the TOPians was shocked. Mike was respected by many, and they could not understand his bold statements. They understood it even less when Mike actually left, but soon TOP was back to normal, with people talking, laughing, and playing the Game. All of a sudden, Mike returned. He was welcomed and treated to many happy greetings. Once again, Mike felt comfortable at TOP, and fell right in with the usual activities. He became even better at the Game, and in no time he was the #1 Player. Then one day something changed. Many TOPians simply ignored his mood swings - they respected him enough as a Player to forgive the occasional outburst - but some TOPians considered his tirades as negative and provocative, quite a departure from the usually civil atmosphere at TOP. Mike began scoffing at these long-time TOPians, scorning them as "vanilla people" who don't understand the benefits of diversity. Mike did not know that the Magister Ludi, the creator of the Glass Bead Game, was standing nearby and overheard what Mike was saying. "Mike," said the M.L., "You are the #1 Player, but you understand nothing. You can have strong opinions, and still be respectful of others. You can criticize, and still be civil. You can disagree with others, and still be a constructive force at TOP. That you have chos
Hi Gerry. How are you? Knowing where I'm located, surely you didn't think I'd miss the reference to Hesse, did you? You can visit his house in Montagnola - stop by some time I'm not far away. How is the Dawkins challenge coming along? I did read your story, but was a little disappointed with it, I'm sorry to say. I'm not sure if you know why or not; I forget some of our discussions. Anyways, I give you credit for going about it in a civil manner, but I do think your central premise is wrong. I think you're playing your own Glass Bead Game with Dawkins; as a result I'm rather nonplussed with the entire affair. Well, I hope you are keeping well. At some point in the future I wouldn't mind talking with you again. It's quite difficult finding a member of the clergy willing to discuss theological issues with - they all seem preoccupied.
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