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Winning Ugly is Superior to Losing Beautifully

I was getting absolutely destroyed in this game of Chess. The opponent played a crazy reckless attacking style, but my mind wasn't running fast enough to keep up with the pace of the game.

You can see he has two queens and a rook to my one rook, but then he decided to take all of my pieces before ending... or something. He had numerous opportunities to trade off a queen for my last rook, but didn't do so. He could've checkmated me a number of times, but didn't do so.

So I moved my king around out of the way of checks, leaving my rook just to sit there. He doesn't take it, and gradually picks off all my pieces. Then, bam, I dump my rook on the back row, checkmating him. What a ridiculous victory.

A few lessons here -

Paranoia - A short story

On The Grey Flag

The old lady was staring at her. She knew it.

Four months ago, Julia had married the love of her life. Her husband, Mike had just been named head curator at the art museum where he was working in. She was three months pregnant with a boy they would call Joey and after Joey is born she would quit that stressful writing job of hers to be a full-time housewife. Nothing could go wrong in her perfect life.

The day it arrived, Julia and Mike were busy unpacking their luggage from their trip to Venice when the doorbell rang. Julia ran out to get the door and when she opened it and looked down, there it was.

The package was encased by a bubble wrap, with an additional layer of plastic over it. At first glance it was about two feet tall and one foot wide. Julia carried it into the living room and unwrapped it. The rectangular wooden frame in the package was old, but kept in good condition. Flakes of the golden paint that coated it were coming off but it was still a beautiful frame, with very fine carvings of flowers at its corners. But Julia didn’t notice that, her eyes were fixed on the painting in the frame.

It was a portrait of an old lady who looked almost in her eighties. She had a sharp chin and high cheekbones and her pale skin was weathered and covered in wrinkles. The old lady’s graying hair was tied up in a bun and over it she wore a white bonnet. She had a hooked nose, almost too big for her face, with a sharp tip like the beak of a hawk. Below that nose she had very thin and dry lips. The edges of her mouth slanted slightly upward, giving her a smile that looked more like a smirk to Julia.

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