Playing chess: it's not big and it's not clever. Actually, I stand corrected: it's not big. Unless it's played with those pieces you can get from Huddersfield Library. Then it's quite big. OK; so I started on a dodgy premise.
Anyway, I don't borrow the big chess pieces from the library because I'm worried about the ever-present spectre of chess hooliganism and because I prefer my public humiliation to be web-based.
Which is why I play this in private too. Why should I humiliate myself playing chess when people can read my half-baked burblings that pass for comment and erudition?
Ahem.
Anyway, with this, it's a cinch to watch the computer think; then you can ponder the strategy-free zone that is your own head as the tumbleweed bounces through it.
Humiliation has never looked so pretty. And believe me, I've had some good-looking girlfriends. Honest.
You so don't believe me.
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