[philipott]

Why don't we create some BEA awards?

We can have an award for the BEAAAJ of the month/year whatever (BEA Ace Arsehole Joker). I'm sure our two resident jokers would be amenable for consideration. Any other takers?

On a more positive note how would we feel about creating one award for Cheviot like 'Most Original but Difficult to Talk about Artist' in the BEA? The second would be the Cheviot Award for greatest potential in Live-Action Morphing.

Seriously guys, 'pour encourager les autres' something we might think about? What if dear old Chev is no longer with us (Perish the Thought) who would take his place? We tend to take him for granted as just being here, both as in living not dead and as in continuing to contribute to the BEA.

Where are his heirs and successors? Every king needs them (Henry the 8th of that name had this problem...the king not the movie, for all you USers...). How many of us would be severely mortified and put more or less permanently out of joint if he passed from us literally or metaphorically?

Thinking caps on lads...

Philip

[MunchWolf]

You must be new here ...

We've had different sorts of awards before, and normally they end as complete failures because of lack of participation from the community.  I think Chev currently holds the title of Sexiest Ass.

-Munch "There are only TWO jokers here?" Wolf

[sheber]

Once I re-establish the links later this evening (I am reworking the interface of my site) you'll be able to once again download a genuine certificate of appreciation for anyone who, in your view has contributed to the community. Don't worry that it is just one person's opinion, any and all acknowledgement is welcomed by content providers! I'll be up late working, but perhaps tomorrow try sheber's shasta -the webzine

[Super Gish]

So how would we go about voting?  And whenever we decide that,what would the prize be? How about the winner gets a free lapdance from all the hot women here at the BEA.  It would be like christmas time (or kwanzaa time or hanukkah time) for the winner's penis, and who doesn't like christmas (or kwanzaa or hannukah)?

-Gish

--edit--
I'd rather be politically correct than not correct at all.

[ March 18, 2002: Message edited by: Super Gish ]

[philipott]

Great! Lets have both! The certificate entitles your penis to choose when to(Xmas, hannukah or kwanzaa)depending on where your brain is located, and your penis gets crowned king by the lucky lady whose honour it is to dance with the King's Head or even on it...(this is how pubs (public houses like bars to you lot) get named in England (can't speak for Scotland or Wales...). try sorting that one out...

Now as for Munch Wolf heres something I've been dying to say to all you Yanks for a long while. When is an arse not an arse? When its an ass, or if you're from the Deep South 'Ayess'. So is Chev the Sexiest Arse, Ass/donkey or Ayess, that strange creature only found in the swamps of Louisiana.

The definition of an Asshole?1) A place where donkeys go to die 2) A place where dead donkeys are unceremoniously dumped 3) If  ayesshole, then the place in the backside of the ayess where he, the ayess, sticks his head when running backwards(his normal direction), when running for Congress in the US, or trying to find a nice pair of EBs to cuddle up to...

Dear old Chev 'Sexiest Ass/Ayess' what have you let yourself in for?

And yes Munch I am new here, and I'll probably be new in a hundred years time when I'm writing in with wings on...

Thinking caps still on...

Cheers fellas

Philip

[Prophet_Tenebrae]

Ever get the feeling a topic can only go downhill, even without Cappy entering into it?

[sheber]

To clarify things simply Phillip, Munch and Cheviot are old friends (well, at least friendly. Okay. So they known each other a long time.) and that remark was aimed at Cheviot for his amusement. No need to get your feathers ruffled. Apathy runs rampant in the BE world, so as I stated earlier, any kudos you personally want to pass along are appreciated. Just remember that your sentiments are exponentially mirrored silently by tenfold.  

[Prophet_Tenebrae]

I don't have feathers.

[philipott]

Dear Sheber

Thanks for your sentiments. No, I dont get my feathers ruffled easily-instead I seem to have discovered a vein of ironic/sardonic humour/wit through these discussions which I'm quite happy about-must the effect of those boobies in VC and Amply-see what I mean?

Hope noone took offence at my comments on Arse/ass. We Brits sometimes have a peculiar way of seeing you Yanks-in the very best taste of course...

A Scotsman recently, while discussing the merits of Ass v arse (in expressions which seem amazingly commonplace across the water) was heard to comment dryly that, as a Scotsman, he ALWAYS pronounced his 'r's proprely so that there could be no confusion between these two much confused words, thus saving that poor animal a terrible indignity...Weyhey and Och the Nu...!

I'm Clan Ross myself so I kind of sympathise with his viewpoint-did you ever hear Scotty mispronounce his 'r's (Och, its no goood Captain KaRk, she bRRReaking down, she's thRRReatening to fall completely apaRRRt...).

And after that completely irrelevant diatribe on 'r's to the business of Chev and BE I rest my case for now...

'Til tomorrow, if not sooner

Philip

[philipott]

PS Who's Cappy?

I'll have a look at your suggestion tomorrow Sheber. I've had what feels like 10 hours of **82** in the last four days so I'm feeling slightly 'punch-**92**'.

Cheers

Philip

[MunchWolf]

Cappy is like Hastur .. mention him and he will come ... let's just call him, "He who should not be named"

BTW:  Talked with Chev by email, he's aware of the posts, and may or may not comment sometime soon (heh ... I've forced your hand).

I suggested he respond, "This is God, stop playing with yourself."

-Munch "can you name that movie?" Wolf

[Tugboatcap]

Real Genius when they put the reciever in Ken's filling.   Oh hell, I have way too many useless facts running around in my poor head!  (but I ROCK playing Trivia Games!)Tugboatcap!

[philipott]

Ground control to Major Munch

Le mot juste, mon Brave!