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{We haven't heard from the Rabbit in a long time...so, I am holding an election to see who the new rabbit should be...if you want to nominate someone...please email me!]

. . . just some fluff from a fluffy animal

Vol. 10⁵ No. Whatever
April 27thish, 2000

Why is it that when I play a game with an opponent who is certain to crush me, I find myself playing ever so unsoundly? What is it about my personality that compels me to throw caution to the wind at a time when caution has no place blowing about in the wind?

Let me illustrate. Two weeks ago I was playing a ladder game with an opponent at least 500 points above me. Did I play steady chess at least in the opening? No. Instead, I blitz the guy for the first 15 moves losing a piece in the process. But wait. Now's the really crazy part: I liked it. That's right. I actually found myself looking forward to seeing how my opponent was going to clobber me.

I did it again tonight. Another ladder game, another unsound game. This time I sacraficed two pieces for a fruitless attack, AND I KNEW IT WAS FRUITLESS. What gives? Am I that bad a player? I don't think so. At times I think I play pretty solid chess--for a rabbit that is. So why the suicidal tendency?

I think I know. I'm not a rabbit, I'm a lemming! All Jason Howell can do time after time is shake his head and tell me how I wasted a promising position, and all I can do is march unflinching to the sea.

Sure, I'm no Sherman or stout Cortez, but whatever rodent I happen to be, I'm content (for the most part) to vex about in this chessy ocean. Who knows--I may get to sink my pointy teeth into someone yet.

You keep dry, now.