Hodd ganza update

[OldPhysics]

When I first started doing Ganzas not that long ago, there weren't rules you had to read with your lawyer beside you. No H.O.G. Commission was overseeing the enterprise to make sure that all the t's were crossed and the i's dotted. Instead, you got well hammered, had a good time with some sneaky bastids seeing who could burn whom, shot off one or two emails to Garth and said a prayer to the great HOG in the sky.

Then you waited. Weeks. Not days...weeks. It was sort of like waiting for Christmas as a kid. Eternity stretched out in front of you. Finally, when you thought it would never get here, you'd get an email saying you'd scored or you'd been trampled. Either way, no one really worried as much about time stamps or email applications or 10,000 emails sent in a half hour.

That's still the way I play it.

It's really the best way. It ain't engineering and science ... it's fun (and treachery, of course).

So, relax. And let's keep it fun, shall we? :thumbup:

 

[Balislinger]

Holy crap, people. What is going on here? Are the new breed of HOGs all programmers and accountants and IRS auditors?

The emails are sorted as they are received in Amy's inbox, however she or her email application chooses to sort them. Period. And no one with any brain is going to send more than 4 or 5 emails, and he/she'd only do that because of getting burned by fake GO! threads. Pull the "email every 10 seconds trick," and you might never see INFI from the Shop again. What ever happened to common sense?

When I first started doing Ganzas not that long ago, there weren't rules you had to read with your lawyer beside you. No H.O.G. Commission was overseeing the enterprise to make sure that all the t's were crossed and the i's dotted. Instead, you got well hammered, had a good time with some sneaky bastids seeing who could burn whom, shot off one or two emails to Garth and said a prayer to the great HOG in the sky.

Then you waited. Weeks. Not days...weeks. It was sort of like waiting for Christmas as a kid. Eternity stretched out in front of you. Finally, when you thought it would never get here, you'd get an email saying you'd scored or you'd been trampled. Either way, no one really worried as much about time stamps or email applications or 10,000 emails sent in a half hour.

:grumpy:

Edited: Come to think of it, I'm not so sure you even got an email saying you'd been trampled back then. I always scored, but some folks might still be wondering if they're going to get a knife from the St. Patrick's Green Ganzaaaa of 2003. Poor bastids.

Well said Guyon! I agree, and thanks for the history lesson. Sometimes us new Hogs need educating on the old ways. With all the details that go into Jerry's instructions, and all the "gaming" that goes on, I honestly thought it was part of Hoggery to understand the process as much as possible. But I agree, better to have fun, and let the Infi-Gods sort it out!

 

[infobound1]

Due to being a injured HOG, I have sat out the last couple trough stomping's, and I am kind of glad that fate can change our destiny as some of you new Cyber Hogs are Off the Hoof! Thanks Boss Man for stirring up the Infi Kettle!!! It makes for some interesting reading! Hogbound1

 

[Grandsuave]

Holy crap, people. What is going on here? Are the new breed of HOGs all programmers and accountants and IRS auditors?

The emails are sorted as they are received in Amy's inbox, however she or her email application chooses to sort them. Period. And no one with any brain is going to send more than 4 or 5 emails, and he/she'd only do that because of getting burned by fake GO! threads. Pull the "email every 10 seconds trick," and you might never see INFI from the Shop again. What ever happened to common sense?

When I first started doing Ganzas not that long ago, there weren't rules you had to read with your lawyer beside you. No H.O.G. Commission was overseeing the enterprise to make sure that all the t's were crossed and the i's dotted. Instead, you got well hammered, had a good time with some sneaky bastids seeing who could burn whom, shot off one or two emails to Garth and said a prayer to the great HOG in the sky.

Then you waited. Weeks. Not days...weeks. It was sort of like waiting for Christmas as a kid. Eternity stretched out in front of you. Finally, when you thought it would never get here, you'd get an email saying you'd scored or you'd been trampled. Either way, no one really worried as much about time stamps or email applications or 10,000 emails sent in a half hour.

:grumpy:

Edited: Come to think of it, I'm not so sure you even got an email saying you'd been trampled back then. I always scored, but some folks might still be wondering if they're going to get a knife from the St. Patrick's Green Ganzaaaa of 2003. Poor bastids.

You gotta be kidding me... thats really over sonofabi#$@