On Wed, Jul 03, 2002 at 11:31:45AM +1000, [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
> En op 03 juli 2002 sprak Sec:
> > And with Yanick idling along near the bottom, I'm really afraid of his
> > evil plans to submit that one-char-less-than-mine solution five minutes
> > before the game ends %).
>
> It's a marathon, not a sprint. Just imagine running a marathon and
> watching in amazement as all the fools around you start the race
> with a vigorous sprint! Insanity! They will surely use up all their
> energy reserves and tire badly near the end. No, No, No. The key
> (as brilliantly executed by `/ in the last game) is to save your
> energy reserves for the final sprint to the line.
Yes. As /-\ndrew says, everything is strategy. I'm not
lingering behind the crowd; I'm studying my opponents. And
I'm not shaving strokes at tectonic plate drifting speed; I'm
leisurely moving myself in position for the killing blow.
And don't mind the smell of burning synapses. It's part
of the ploy.
> (who has absolutely no idea how to make up the yawning chasm,
> but is hoping for inspiration to slap him across the face like
> a wet trout in the last hours, a la `/ in the last game).
If I may suggest, /-\: the trick with this course, I
think I found out, is not to be afraid of switching weapon.
Myself, I tossed my club in the bushes and went for a
good ol' lugger. And, lo and behold, I'm now two strokes
behind |3en (hiya |3en!).
Joy,
`/anick
--
I used to think romantic love was a neurosis shared by two, a supreme
foolishness. I no longer think that. There's nothing foolish in
loving anyone. Thinking you'll be loved in return is what's foolish.
-- Rita Mae Brown
