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Muad'Dib
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Canada
Apr 2000
time: 05:12
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Sorry guys, but work comes first. I was in the middle of my GIGA map turn when my turn here came up and then problems at work needed my undivided attention.
Please, in the future, NO MORE ZIP FILES, they're a BIG pain in the ass for me to open or to extract. Just attach the save file as it appears in your directory to your e-mail.
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"And his word shall carry
death eternal to those who
stand against righteousness."
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kcbob
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Kansas City, MO USA
Dec 1999
time: 23:12
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Hey, Maud'Dib, long time no see. 
Of course, you're right. Work does come first. I think we all would have been a little less concerned if we had an update from you. Truly, I was a little worried that everything was okay.
Anyway, since you have popped back up, no problem. To quote one of my favorite singing groups, "Carry On, My Wayward Son".
Any estimated time of completion?
BTW, the group was, naturally, Kansas. 
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Frodo lives!
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Julius Brenzaida
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Currently cleaning the 9000 rooms of Sticky Mouse's Palace
Aug 2000
time: 05:12
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quote:
Originally posted by kcbob on 11-25-2000 07:58 PM
Well, I certainly hope my use of "pushing the envelope" wasn't a case of mixed metaphors. I'm not sure of the origin. The intent is to show that I'm at the extreme edge of my expertise, such as it may be.
I'm going to check the Gigamap thread now. If Maud'Dib hasn't responded, I'll proceed with that game and leave this one for him for the next few days.
Maybe he OD'd on turkey. 
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The exteme edge of your expertise ! how would someone translate that in french ?
“Les limites de mes possibilités”, je ne vois pas de métaphore correspondante !
I repost here what I said in the gigamap sg (sucession game that is). Let us all go ahead ! Those who cannot follow shall rejoin later. 15 to 20 turns, it is not “la mer à boire” !
No offense intended, as the matter is of almost no importance, but I don’t think Maud’Dib (is it from Dune, I don’t remember ?) acted in the most correct way. If he has no time to play, nobody’s going to blame him, but he should tell us that he is too busy and tell us when he can resume playing. Then, we decide if he skips one turn or not. Time is not always revelant but I wish I could finish those two sucession games before I die.
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Oh Man, when will you understand that your greatness lies in your failure - Goethe
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kcbob
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Kansas City, MO USA
Dec 1999
time: 23:12
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quote:
Originally posted by Julius Brenzaida on 11-26-2000 02:43 PM
The exteme edge of your expertise ! how would someone translate that in french ?
“Les limites de mes possibilités”, je ne vois pas de métaphore correspondante !
I repost here what I said in the gigamap sg (sucession game that is). Let us all go ahead ! Those who cannot follow shall rejoin later. 15 to 20 turns, it is not “la mer à boire” !
No offense intended, as the matter is of almost no importance, but I don’t think Maud’Dib (is it from Dune, I don’t remember ?) acted in the most correct way. If he has no time to play, nobody’s going to blame him, but he should tell us that he is too busy and tell us when he can resume playing. Then, we decide if he skips one turn or not. Time is not always revelant but I wish I could finish those two sucession games before I die.
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Never fear. The gigamap game is moving forward again. I'm trying to put myself in Maud'Dib's shoes. I can understand his slowness in playing if he has a wife like I do. I have to fight tooth and nail to get playing time. Not that she's trying to get on the computer. Au contraire. She's trying to keep me off. 
As for "pushing the envelope", the explanation was not meant to be a literal translation.  I asked a guy who sits beside me at work if he'd heard of it and the origin and here is his explanation.
Years ago, aerospace engineers would sometimes do their calculations anywhere they could find writing space, e.g., on the backs of envelopes. When the limits of the capabilities of the hardware they were designing had been reached and consequently exceeded, they called it "pushing the envelope".
Any buyers?
And yes, Maud'Dib is from Dune.
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Frodo lives!
[This message has been edited by kcbob (edited November 27, 2000).]
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kcbob
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Kansas City, MO USA
Dec 1999
time: 23:12
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The world was young, a veritable garden, most bountiful indeed! Pheasants, silkworms, and whales were abundant. We were living in peace and harmony, a steady income of shekels. Our seers (never underestimate the value of seers, my friend) rightly divined that the world was inhabited by other civilizations, hereafter known as the Russians, the Babylonians, the Germans, the Carthaginians, and the Americans. (There was some question about the Americans, divining, and dimples but that's another story. )
The people considered many things and after much thought and prayer, our fishermen in the City of Only Three were asked to work in the wheat fields, our fishermen in Sherwood asked to tend to the silk worms. All this was done to improve production, and the people were glad. Our intrepid navy, the trireme Titanic, set sail from West Point, located in the eastern portion of the empire. (Go figure) 
Horsemen, exploring the unknown, came upon a hut beckoning to them to enter. While pondering the wisdom of this, the Titanic espied from afar another hut, sadly just out of reach.
A mighty warrior was trained in Sherwood and the silk farmers nee fishermen were moved to the pheasant country to the north to become game wardens. Our archer, Robin of Lox Lee, was ordered back to Port au Prince and, while on the way, uncovered new whaling grounds near to shore.
And then, glory of glories, a Code of Laws was finally agreed upon by our people. Having achieved this monumentous decision, it was decided to begin looking into the possibility of choosing one ruler, a king, a Monarch, to rule over us. At the same time, our patient horsemen to the north threw back the curtain over the door of the hut by which he had been camped and, lo, 50 gold shekels lay at his feet!
Further exploring uncovered new lands to be inhabited at some time in our glorious future. Robin of Lox Lee boarded the Titanic and set sail for the distant shore upon which the newly discovered hut lay waiting.
Upon arriving there, Robin bravely peered into the hut and to his surprise, a wandering nomad stood and begged asylum. Given approval, he immediately founded Distant Shore in the midst of two whaling grounds.
With glad hearts the people of Distant Shore bid Robin of Lox Lee farewell. He boarded the Titanic, set sail, and… voila!!! Yet another thatched roof structure. With a great sense of foreboding, Robin bravely set foot off of the Titanic, into the mysterious hut, and… voila un autre fois!!! Monarchy!!!!! The gods be praised!!! May the name of Robin of Lox Lee be remembered forever in the annals of our glorious empire!!!
And then, just as the kingdom approved its new form of government, just as the kingdom was ready to name its new monarch… tragedy struck. Some say it was Robin of Lox Lee, jealous of kcbob's soon to be obtained title, who performed the dastardly deed. To this day, no one knows. All that is known is that kcbob disappeared, his whereabouts to this day a mystery. In his absence, in his memory, the kingdom moved forward naming its first king. The king is dead! Long live the King. May he live forever! And his name shall be called…
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Frodo lives!
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skrobism
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I know I am not playing this game, but very nice history. I love reading these.
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'I want to be hand counted and checked for dimples.'
[This message has been edited by skrobism (edited November 28, 2000).]
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