Where's Kaptin M?
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This has been done before...it was called Where's Walley? and it sold quite a few units! However, I belive it was loosely based on Kaptin M!
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To lock or not to lock the thread that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous PPRuNers,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The combatants, former friends! of '89 in thy orisons
Be both thy sins remember'd.
with profound apologies to Will Shakespeare
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous PPRuNers,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The combatants, former friends! of '89 in thy orisons
Be both thy sins remember'd.
with profound apologies to Will Shakespeare
Woomera aping Hamlet. . . .
. . . . conjures a pretty wisp, a quality of mercy, not strained, but falling as the gentle rain from heaven that ripe plums hanging on the bough do fatten and fall and dry littering the place beneath with PPRuNes of such ungraded worth that laggard boys that at their mothers' breasts mewled and puked do whining make for school, fairly gorge and as the tossed lance heave projectilely, yet happily in equal measure are thus constrained to later open to the air their lunches.
But now I see him late, full of strange oaths, bearded like the pard, jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation, even in the cannon's mouth.
But now I see him late, full of strange oaths, bearded like the pard, jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel, seeking the bubble reputation, even in the cannon's mouth.
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So where is Kaptain M?
I may have missed something. I don't recall an M post that was without merit or substantiated argument. I see lots of posts from people lamenting the decline in working conditions and remuneration, many from folk that state "too young to remember 89 and don't care anyhow" but same are willing to bag someone who reminds us of reality.
We really need to look inward to see were it is all leading.
Pilot against pilot. No unity. It is not hard to see why.
I may have missed something. I don't recall an M post that was without merit or substantiated argument. I see lots of posts from people lamenting the decline in working conditions and remuneration, many from folk that state "too young to remember 89 and don't care anyhow" but same are willing to bag someone who reminds us of reality.
We really need to look inward to see were it is all leading.
Pilot against pilot. No unity. It is not hard to see why.
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