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Bingo Game #38 - The Hunt for the White Whale
- Thread starter EMG06
- Start date
Spoiler alert….. it’s coming.No one stealing anyone else’s soap yet? What’s this world coming to?
Well, you passed up the best oneNo one stealing anyone else’s soap yet? What’s this world coming to?
Yes! It’s a valid TSC Bingo!
Time for you to select your prize!
Ahab’s updated list of the prizes is as follows:
- CBL BEE-Spoke : heysi (Cannot be poached)
- Declaration Grooming Daemon - NurseDave(for the moment)
- Bostonian tries to order modern classic James Bond Cocktails instead of soap
- Bro hems awkwardly about smoking or nonsmoking choice while shaving with this soap
- Grant gives no guarantees about this soap
- Hi mama! Confusingly shouted the soap.
- Talk radio frequency discusses a headless hazelnut shaving soap
- Barrister and Mann Mélange -GearNoir (for the moment)
- Barrister And Mann Seville - Quijote (for the moment)
- Declaration Grooming Massacre of the Innocents - Scuttlesoap (for the moment)
- The infernal place adds zero new souls when someone is using this shaving soap
- CBL Dread Pirate Roberts - heysi (for the moment)
As much as I didn't want to have to steal someone else's pick...... it's all part of the game. And I knew after solving all of the soap clues, there was only one soap that I was really interested in trying...... Massacre of the Innocents. Sorry Brian @Scuttlesoap
Ok, Spider has made his choice! @Scuttlesoap this means you can select a new unclaimed whale! Let us know when you’ve made a selection (then we can get to Ishmael @Jaro1069 )
Ahab’s updated list of the prizes is as follows:
Ahab’s updated list of the prizes is as follows:
- CBL BEE-Spoke : heysi (Cannot be poached)
- Declaration Grooming Daemon - NurseDave(for the moment)
- Bostonian tries to order modern classic James Bond Cocktails instead of soap
- Bro hems awkwardly about smoking or nonsmoking choice while shaving with this soap
- Grant gives no guarantees about this soap
- Hi mama! Confusingly shouted the soap.
- Talk radio frequency discusses a headless hazelnut shaving soap
- Barrister and Mann Mélange -GearNoir (for the moment)
- Barrister And Mann Seville - Quijote (for the moment)
- Declaration Grooming Massacre of the Innocents - @Spider (for the moment)
- The infernal place adds zero new souls when someone is using this shaving soap
- CBL Dread Pirate Roberts - heysi (for the moment)
It’s like winning twice-
I select:
6. Hi mama! Confusingly shouted the soap. Which I believe is Noble Otter Hamami
(Originally I thought this was a reference to DG Bangarang - due to the reference to the Lost Boys…..but I think I was over thinking it (which is rare in my case) - so NO Hamami it is!
Ok because we only have one player left (@Jaro1069 ) we have our Ishmael, the one survivor. I’m going to post our last calls now so he can claim a bingo and I can work on collecting addresses.
Here is the post for tomorrow:
Ship Log Day 12:
B A Bosom Friend
I have lost a close friend today. Ahab has become unhinged. Before the day’s chase began I warned Ahab to think on his actions and his reply “Here’s food for thought, had Ahab time to think; but Ahab never thinks; he only feels, feels, feels; that’s tingling enough for mortal man! to think’s audacity. God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that. And yet, I’ve sometimes thought my brain was very calm—frozen calm, this old skull cracks so, like a glass in which the contents turned to ice, and shiver it.” Clear as day I knew then that he would not abandon this hunt until one or both of them were dead. I feel that he will doom us all, and that I am disobeying my God in continuing to obey Ahab’s commands.
O The Whale as a Dish
After spotting Moby Dick yesterday the men gave good chase and were able to put several harpoons into his flank, at the cost of the life of our pilot Parsee, but the beast did not seem to even notice. After yesterday’s chase I told the Captain that we should give up the chase after such a loss, but I believe he misunderstood me as referring to his own body because he replied “Aye, minus a leg, that’s all. By heaven this dead wood has the better of my live flesh every way. I can’t compare with it; and I’ve known some ships made of dead trees outlast the lives of men made of the most vital stuff of vital fathers. What’s that he said? he should still go before me, my pilot; and yet to be seen again? But where? Will I have eyes at the bottom of the sea, supposing I descend those endless stairs? and all night I’ve been sailing from him, wherever he did sink to. Aye, aye, like many more thou told’st direful truth as touching thyself, O Parsee; but, Ahab, there thy shot fell short.”
This morning after the sun came up we couldn’t find the whale, though we had been tracking him all night. One of the crewmen eventually spotted him, to our stern. It was evident at that point that Moby Dick was chasing us. His blood running out into the water had attracted innumerable sharks so that the whole ocean seemed to churn with gnashing teeth. “But who can tell”—the Captain muttered—“whether these sharks swim to feast on the whale or on Ahab?”
Ahab gave the order to turn the ship and meet the whale shouting out “Forehead to forehead I meet thee, this third time, Moby Dick!” All I could think was “Against the wind he now steers for the open jaws.”
G The Line
Once we neared the whale, Ahab gave the order to lower the whale boats. Ahab spoke to me for the last time:
“Starbuck!”
“Sir?”
“For the third time my soul’s ship starts upon this voyage, Starbuck.”
“Aye, sir, thou wilt have it so.”
“Some ships sail from their ports, and ever afterwards are missing, Starbuck!”
“Truth, sir: saddest truth.”
“Some men die at ebb tide; some at low water; some at the full of the flood;—and I feel now like a billow that’s all one crested comb, Starbuck. I am old;—shake hands with me, man.”
I shook his hand and could not help but to glue our hands together with my own tears.
“Oh, my captain, my captain!—noble heart—go not—go not!—see, it’s a brave man that weeps; how great the agony of the persuasion then!”
But the man had a heart of wrought steel.
“Lower away!”—cried Ahab “Stand by the crew!” And so he descended down the line into the sea.
O The Funeral
The boats had not gone very far, when by a signal from the mast-heads—a downward pointed arm, Ahab knew that the whale had sounded; but intending to be near him at the next rising, he held on his way a little sideways from the vessel; the becharmed crew maintaining the profoundest silence, as the head-beat waves hammered and hammered against the opposing bow.
“Drive, drive in your nails, oh ye waves! to their uttermost heads, drive them in! ye but strike a thing without a lid; and no coffin and no hearse can be mine:—and hemp only can kill me! Ha! ha!”
Suddenly the waters around them slowly swelled in broad circles; then quickly upheaved, as if sideways sliding from a submerged berg of ice, swiftly rising to the surface. A low rumbling sound was heard; a subterraneous hum; and then all held their breaths; as bedraggled with trailing ropes, and harpoons, and lances, a vast form shot lengthwise, but obliquely from the sea. Shrouded in a thin drooping veil of mist, it hovered for a moment in the rainbowed air; and then fell swamping back into the deep. Crushed thirty feet upwards, the waters flashed for an instant like heaps of fountains, then brokenly sank in a shower of flakes, leaving the circling surface creamed like new milk round the marble trunk of the whale.
maddened by yesterday’s fresh irons that corroded in him, Moby Dick seemed combinedly possessed by all the angels that fell from heaven. The wide tiers of welded tendons overspreading his broad white forehead, beneath the transparent skin, looked knitted together; as head on, he came churning his tail among the boats; and once more flailed them apart; spilling out the irons and lances from the two mates’ boats, and dashing in one side of the upper part of their bows, but leaving Ahab’s almost without a scar.
Moby Dick was now again steadily swimming forward; and had almost passed the ship,—which thus far had been sailing in the contrary direction to him, though for the present her headway had been stopped. He seemed swimming with his utmost velocity, and now only intent upon pursuing his own straight path in the sea.
“Oh! Ahab,” I cried, “not too late is it, even now to desist. See! Moby Dick seeks thee not. It is thou, thou, that madly seekest him!”
He ignored my pleas and kept his boat moving straight to the whale.
The whale meanwhile changed course and headed towards our ship. I was nearly paralyzed standing upon the bowsprit, when I caught sight of the down-coming monster. From the ship’s bows, nearly all the seamen now hung inactive; hammers, bits of plank, lances, and harpoons, mechanically retained in their hands, just as they had darted from their various employments; all their enchanted eyes intent upon the whale, which from side to side strangely vibrating his predestinating head, sent a broad band of overspreading semicircular foam before him as he rushed.
Retribution, swift vengeance, eternal malice were in his whole aspect, and spite of all that mortal man could do, the solid white buttress of his forehead smote the ship’s starboard bow, till men and timbers reeled. Some fell flat upon their faces. Like dislodged trucks, the heads of the harpooneers aloft shook on their bull-like necks. Through the breach, they heard the waters pour, as mountain torrents down a flume.
“The ship! The hearse!—the second hearse!” cried Ahab from the boat; “its wood could only be American!”
Diving beneath the settling ship, the whale ran quivering along its keel; but turning under water, swiftly shot to the surface again, far off the other bow, but within a few yards of Ahab’s boat, where, for a time, he lay quiescent. I set the men to repairing the damage the whale had caused to our ship.
Ahab must’ve believed that our ship was going down for he cried out loud enough for us all to hear “I turn my body from the sun. Oh! ye three unsurrendered spires of mine; thou uncracked keel; and only god-bullied hull; thou firm deck, and haughty helm, and Pole-pointed prow,—death-glorious ship! must ye then perish, and without me? Am I cut off from the last fond pride of meanest shipwrecked captains? Oh, lonely death on lonely life! Oh, now I feel my topmost greatness lies in my topmost grief. Ho, ho! from all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life, and top this one piled comber of my death! Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!”
The harpoon was darted; the stricken whale flew forward; with igniting velocity the line ran through the groove;—ran foul. Ahab stooped to clear it; he did clear it; but the flying turn caught him round the neck, and voicelessly as Turkish mutes bowstring their victim, he was shot out of the boat, ere the crew knew he was gone. Next instant, the heavy eye-splice in the rope’s final end flew out of the stark-empty tub, knocked down an oarsman, and smiting the sea, disappeared in its depths.
I Postscript
For the moment the leviathan has disappeared beneath the waves. As now acting Captain, my first act will be to call off this chase and turn for home. God help me!--keep us all!....
Final 5 calls have been posted.
Starbuck (aka Eric the Bingo Wizard)
Here is the post for tomorrow:
Ship Log Day 12:
B A Bosom Friend
I have lost a close friend today. Ahab has become unhinged. Before the day’s chase began I warned Ahab to think on his actions and his reply “Here’s food for thought, had Ahab time to think; but Ahab never thinks; he only feels, feels, feels; that’s tingling enough for mortal man! to think’s audacity. God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that. And yet, I’ve sometimes thought my brain was very calm—frozen calm, this old skull cracks so, like a glass in which the contents turned to ice, and shiver it.” Clear as day I knew then that he would not abandon this hunt until one or both of them were dead. I feel that he will doom us all, and that I am disobeying my God in continuing to obey Ahab’s commands.
O The Whale as a Dish
After spotting Moby Dick yesterday the men gave good chase and were able to put several harpoons into his flank, at the cost of the life of our pilot Parsee, but the beast did not seem to even notice. After yesterday’s chase I told the Captain that we should give up the chase after such a loss, but I believe he misunderstood me as referring to his own body because he replied “Aye, minus a leg, that’s all. By heaven this dead wood has the better of my live flesh every way. I can’t compare with it; and I’ve known some ships made of dead trees outlast the lives of men made of the most vital stuff of vital fathers. What’s that he said? he should still go before me, my pilot; and yet to be seen again? But where? Will I have eyes at the bottom of the sea, supposing I descend those endless stairs? and all night I’ve been sailing from him, wherever he did sink to. Aye, aye, like many more thou told’st direful truth as touching thyself, O Parsee; but, Ahab, there thy shot fell short.”
This morning after the sun came up we couldn’t find the whale, though we had been tracking him all night. One of the crewmen eventually spotted him, to our stern. It was evident at that point that Moby Dick was chasing us. His blood running out into the water had attracted innumerable sharks so that the whole ocean seemed to churn with gnashing teeth. “But who can tell”—the Captain muttered—“whether these sharks swim to feast on the whale or on Ahab?”
Ahab gave the order to turn the ship and meet the whale shouting out “Forehead to forehead I meet thee, this third time, Moby Dick!” All I could think was “Against the wind he now steers for the open jaws.”
G The Line
Once we neared the whale, Ahab gave the order to lower the whale boats. Ahab spoke to me for the last time:
“Starbuck!”
“Sir?”
“For the third time my soul’s ship starts upon this voyage, Starbuck.”
“Aye, sir, thou wilt have it so.”
“Some ships sail from their ports, and ever afterwards are missing, Starbuck!”
“Truth, sir: saddest truth.”
“Some men die at ebb tide; some at low water; some at the full of the flood;—and I feel now like a billow that’s all one crested comb, Starbuck. I am old;—shake hands with me, man.”
I shook his hand and could not help but to glue our hands together with my own tears.
“Oh, my captain, my captain!—noble heart—go not—go not!—see, it’s a brave man that weeps; how great the agony of the persuasion then!”
But the man had a heart of wrought steel.
“Lower away!”—cried Ahab “Stand by the crew!” And so he descended down the line into the sea.
O The Funeral
The boats had not gone very far, when by a signal from the mast-heads—a downward pointed arm, Ahab knew that the whale had sounded; but intending to be near him at the next rising, he held on his way a little sideways from the vessel; the becharmed crew maintaining the profoundest silence, as the head-beat waves hammered and hammered against the opposing bow.
“Drive, drive in your nails, oh ye waves! to their uttermost heads, drive them in! ye but strike a thing without a lid; and no coffin and no hearse can be mine:—and hemp only can kill me! Ha! ha!”
Suddenly the waters around them slowly swelled in broad circles; then quickly upheaved, as if sideways sliding from a submerged berg of ice, swiftly rising to the surface. A low rumbling sound was heard; a subterraneous hum; and then all held their breaths; as bedraggled with trailing ropes, and harpoons, and lances, a vast form shot lengthwise, but obliquely from the sea. Shrouded in a thin drooping veil of mist, it hovered for a moment in the rainbowed air; and then fell swamping back into the deep. Crushed thirty feet upwards, the waters flashed for an instant like heaps of fountains, then brokenly sank in a shower of flakes, leaving the circling surface creamed like new milk round the marble trunk of the whale.
maddened by yesterday’s fresh irons that corroded in him, Moby Dick seemed combinedly possessed by all the angels that fell from heaven. The wide tiers of welded tendons overspreading his broad white forehead, beneath the transparent skin, looked knitted together; as head on, he came churning his tail among the boats; and once more flailed them apart; spilling out the irons and lances from the two mates’ boats, and dashing in one side of the upper part of their bows, but leaving Ahab’s almost without a scar.
Moby Dick was now again steadily swimming forward; and had almost passed the ship,—which thus far had been sailing in the contrary direction to him, though for the present her headway had been stopped. He seemed swimming with his utmost velocity, and now only intent upon pursuing his own straight path in the sea.
“Oh! Ahab,” I cried, “not too late is it, even now to desist. See! Moby Dick seeks thee not. It is thou, thou, that madly seekest him!”
He ignored my pleas and kept his boat moving straight to the whale.
The whale meanwhile changed course and headed towards our ship. I was nearly paralyzed standing upon the bowsprit, when I caught sight of the down-coming monster. From the ship’s bows, nearly all the seamen now hung inactive; hammers, bits of plank, lances, and harpoons, mechanically retained in their hands, just as they had darted from their various employments; all their enchanted eyes intent upon the whale, which from side to side strangely vibrating his predestinating head, sent a broad band of overspreading semicircular foam before him as he rushed.
Retribution, swift vengeance, eternal malice were in his whole aspect, and spite of all that mortal man could do, the solid white buttress of his forehead smote the ship’s starboard bow, till men and timbers reeled. Some fell flat upon their faces. Like dislodged trucks, the heads of the harpooneers aloft shook on their bull-like necks. Through the breach, they heard the waters pour, as mountain torrents down a flume.
“The ship! The hearse!—the second hearse!” cried Ahab from the boat; “its wood could only be American!”
Diving beneath the settling ship, the whale ran quivering along its keel; but turning under water, swiftly shot to the surface again, far off the other bow, but within a few yards of Ahab’s boat, where, for a time, he lay quiescent. I set the men to repairing the damage the whale had caused to our ship.
Ahab must’ve believed that our ship was going down for he cried out loud enough for us all to hear “I turn my body from the sun. Oh! ye three unsurrendered spires of mine; thou uncracked keel; and only god-bullied hull; thou firm deck, and haughty helm, and Pole-pointed prow,—death-glorious ship! must ye then perish, and without me? Am I cut off from the last fond pride of meanest shipwrecked captains? Oh, lonely death on lonely life! Oh, now I feel my topmost greatness lies in my topmost grief. Ho, ho! from all your furthest bounds, pour ye now in, ye bold billows of my whole foregone life, and top this one piled comber of my death! Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!”
The harpoon was darted; the stricken whale flew forward; with igniting velocity the line ran through the groove;—ran foul. Ahab stooped to clear it; he did clear it; but the flying turn caught him round the neck, and voicelessly as Turkish mutes bowstring their victim, he was shot out of the boat, ere the crew knew he was gone. Next instant, the heavy eye-splice in the rope’s final end flew out of the stark-empty tub, knocked down an oarsman, and smiting the sea, disappeared in its depths.
I Postscript
For the moment the leviathan has disappeared beneath the waves. As now acting Captain, my first act will be to call off this chase and turn for home. God help me!--keep us all!....
Final 5 calls have been posted.
Starbuck (aka Eric the Bingo Wizard)
Ok. One additional perk of being Ishmael, you get to see all of the prizes before making your selection!
Ahab’s updated list of the prizes is as follows:
Ahab’s updated list of the prizes is as follows:
- CBL BEE-Spoke : heysi (Cannot be poached)
- Declaration Grooming Daemon - NurseDave(for the moment)
- Bostonian tries to order modern classic James Bond Cocktails instead of soap = (I lived in New England for a decade, a quirk of the accent is that a = r and r=ah; so the Vespa is a modern classic cocktail made popular by James Bond in Casino Royale; a Bostonian trying to order one would be a vesper. Barrister and Mann Vespers (omnibus base)
- Bro hems awkwardly about smoking or nonsmoking choice while shaving with this soap = Bro Hems is a Hombres anagram. Two pucks of tonsorial soap CBL Hombres and CBL Cigar Shop Hombre.
- Grant gives no guarantees about this soap. = US Grant was famous by demanding unconditional surrender as a general. The soap is Declaration Grooming Unconditional Surrender.
- Noble Otter Hamami - Scuttlesoap (for the moment)
- Talk radio frequency discusses a headless hazelnut shaving soap = AM + (h)azelnut = amazelnut from Barrister and Mann
- Barrister and Mann Mélange -GearNoir (for the moment)
- Barrister And Mann Seville - Quijote (for the moment)
- Declaration Grooming Massacre of the Innocents - Spider (for the moment)
- The infernal place adds zero new souls when someone is using this shaving soap = Hell + 0 = CBL Hello
- CBL Dread Pirate Roberts - heysi (for the moment)
#11 got us - we were thinking DG Cerberus because Scott got the meaning of Cerberus opposite in his description or B&M Vespers - because of the reference of prayers
- we guessed #3 correctly but for the wrong reason
- we guessed #3 correctly but for the wrong reason
Isn’t this backwards? The Bostonian part confused me. The cocktail is called a Vesper. If a Bostonian ordered it, it would be a Vespa or Vespah, right?
Vesper (cocktail) - Wikipedia
Yes sir, you are correct. I tried to remember the cocktail name rather than looking it up, sorry for any confusionIsn’t this backwards? The Bostonian part confused me. The cocktail is called a Vesper. If a Bostonian ordered it, it would be a Vespa or Vespah, right?
Vesper (cocktail) - Wikipedia
en.m.wikipedia.org
Glad I could get one by you guys! Otherwise you’ve been very sharp. I was surprised nobody picked Hello actually, and I guess now I know why.#11 got us - we were thinking DG Cerberus because Scott got the meaning of Cerberus opposite in his description or B&M Vespers - because of the reference of prayers
- we guessed #3 correctly but for the wrong reason
