Chess suicide: the irony

Are you talkin' about the game? We're talkin' about practice

this has nothing to do with chess. this discussion is about ducks, how they live and sometimes live dangerously, and practice. I mean, practice?...practice?

(i remember seeing that one live! haha! wish there were cameras on the media members!)

I thought walking like a duck was confidence building?

this thread shoud become an ode to our long lost duck. a purveyor of funny threads that many in this community cannot understand.

perhaps the duck was too eloquent? forthright?

either way, we mourn the duck, and, hope for a reincarnation.

duck pondering the next move.

duck looking at cc with a stern look, asking why they can be fascists at times.

duck knows how to make friends.

when duck comes back.

I'm not crying! I just have a platypus in my eye

A few fitting words in honor of a great men!

That's a classic block, Lisa. Thesis-Antithesis-Synthesis. It's as accurate as bible archeology...

In the the States, we call that snookerling. The first Christian to admit that they don't go to church misses out on the potato salad;)