Poor ol’ Chase. Lots of plans that go no particular place… almost as if he doesn’t really ‘get’ human motivation and thought or something.
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You know the first time you throw a thing, or lift a thing, or push a thing, or smash at a dead run into a thing while pointing a long pole at it, you can never quiiiiiite know how much “oomph” to put on it.
Gauging Oomph is one of those things that you’ve gotta work at if you wanna be good at it. You can’t just guess at the amount of Oomph needed and give it a whack. You have to eyeball it, and heft it, and take a couple of practice swings. Any Olympic Oompher could tell you that.
If you don’t have the chance to take some practice first, is it best to OverOomph it? UnderOomphing it would be embarrassing, but the other team might still knock your guy into play. The other team’s never gonna go get your guy after he’s flown off the back end, though, even if sending him off the back end makes you look all burly and stuff.
Some people run beautifully. If you tie them to someone else, though, the two of them would each, I think, run half as beautifully.
You’ve heard of exponential curves, right?
Team Wukilar have never seemed to all be on the same wavelength. Yeah, they’re bound together either by the fact that they’re all cosplaying cryptids and/or conspiracy critters, or they are all, in fact, cryptids or conspiracy critters- but they don’t have the fellowship that you expect from people on a team together, do they? More like family of various ages and social persuasions sitting at the same table for a holiday meal. You know someone’s gonna huck the gravy boat, you’re just waiting to see who it’s gonna be… and who’s gonna be the first to say, “I ain’t cleaning that up” and go watch TV.
On the other hand, those Bugaloos- what a fine bunch of kids they seem to be, with their cheery attitudes and utter lack of fashion sense or hip streetwisedness. Plus, there’s only four of them, and that seems to be an issue all of a sudden.
Douglas Adams wrote his character Zaphod Beeblebrox as someone who kept people wondering if he were clever and pretending to be stupid, or stupid and pretending to be clever. It was more elaborate than that, of course, but I’m not sure Paste is more elaborate than that.
Play it close to the vest, guys. Keep the other players in the game guessing.
Shuffleboard sounded so dull, even when you add ‘full-contact’ to it. Everyone put their attention into the five-legged race.
Ha ha. Now, the shuffleboard has their attention. This should keep them busy for a few minutes.
I don’t know who’s faltering faster, Nikki or Hubris.
…or who’ll falter faster if they get Margaritas.
Ervine the truck driver rushed to conclusion he liked.
Nikki probably didn’t want to disillusion him, but he probably needed it all the same.
I had a Blaupunkt system in my old Jeep. I was kind of proud of it, until I realized that no one liked that brand any more. Or, more to the point, remembers that it ever existed.
It’s what I get for having a Jeep made in 1986. Old Tech doesn’t impress anyone any more.
I bet Durnell had the same type of Stereo. It was very popular in the American South way back when.
The competitors at the OutdoorFest have all learned- you can make it more fun by looking for the fuzzy edges of the rules.
…and then ignoring them if at all possible.
It’s all about spectacle, after all, not about rules and winners and losers and bloody noses and that guy that keeps throwing up outside the third porta-potty from the left. What’s that guy’s deal anyhow? He’s got issues. You can ask him to throw up outside a different porta-potty, but he doesn’t listen. He just… y’know.
Anyhow, there was a point to all this but I don’t recall what it was any more.
