"You are a child. You are of average or above average intelligence. One day, while visiting your grandfather, you ask him what the old, antiquated checkerboard with all the funny looking pieces is. He laughs, and tells you that it's not checkers, but chess."
And here is the same passage, after it has been through the translator:
"You are a neonate. remarkably One hour, while visiting your grandfather, you interrogate him what the former, prehistoric checkerboard with all the irrational looking pieces is. You are of emblem in the main or select to already emblem in the main shrewdness."
This phenomenon baffles me. I take great pains to make sure this thing is readable and relatively grammatically correct, and suddenly I see a twisted, bastardized version of my work readily available to anyone searching for "chess terrific." This is unacceptable!
Anyway, enough bitching. Big news. Big news! I've been hired by a website to write a column about chess. Yes, you read that correctly. Soon, I will be getting paid to write about chess. I haven't gotten everything set up with them yet; I just got the news a few minutes ago.
I played Dilligents again on FICS, and again, he battled me to the end. Here's the game:
Again, a gentleman, he offered me a game directly after (we had played a game immediately before this one, during which I became disconnected and lost. The game was, I think, undecided at that point, but hey, rules is rules), which, again, I had to decline. Seriously, I had ordered a pizza which arrived right at the end of our first game, which sat there while we played the one above, so I didn't want to play again; I had to eat!
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