I can’t remember the last time someone got mine right.
I’m sure you’ve been dying to say that to me for a while Skelton but unfortunately for you this one’s far too easy, seeing as I have over half a dozen Irish and Scots Gaelic books right here on my shelf.
“rua (adj): red-haired, reddish brown, rusty…” (Collins Gem Irish dictionary)
And Crick, since I am pedantic and niggling by nature ;): point taken about the Red Sea, but surely you can acknowledge that when describing haircolor it is an adjective? (“tha gruag ruadh agam”)
And Gaelic isn’t an irrational language, it’s just… different 
Mine’s pretty friggin’ easy.
Hey, isn’t “utinni!” exclaimed by a ewok, not a jawa? I’m pretty sure about this…
No, the others were right. “Utinni!” is exclaimed by several Jawas throughout the Star Wars saga. I believe I know what it means in Jawa, so if anyone wants to guess, go ahead.
“War doesn’t determine who’s right. War determines who’s left.”
Well, Greg, my really is pretty much a no-brainer, but have some fun with it anyhoo.
Veb
1976 – was she the horse that was put to death after breaking her leg during a “battle of the sexes” match race? I remember watching it: both horses made quite a race of it, staying within about half a length of each other throughout, until she eased up almost midway into the homestreach. Was the other horse Ky. Derby winner Bold Forbes?
A web search of Ruffian turned up nothing about her. Perhaps you could generate a page to honor her memory?
I think mine is self-explanatory. I need a more creative user name.
No, but close–Derby winner Foolish Pleasure. Very good, John, I’m impressed. Technically, she wasn’t put down after the race. An emergency surgery attempted the impossible task of putting her shattered leg back together. The surgery went well, but coming out of anesthesia, Ruffian panicked and thrashed around–undoing all benefit the surgery had done her. She was put down the following day and is now buried in Belmont Park’s infield, with roses and her cooler blanket covering her grave.
I chose her name partially because, well, I like the idea of being a ruffian in its literal meaning. However, there is also a fondness for the filly and her sport, for her brilliance and romance and tragedy and the poetic aspects of her life. I was too young to remember Ruffian, but watching Go For Wand break down in '90 was the most grotesque and terrible thing I’d ever seen in the sport. It affected, and affects, me and my appreciation for the sport itself.
Well, that’s it, I’m found out. 
As for the Ruffian page, huh… Maybe. Sounds like an interesting idea. Thanks for the idea!
formerly known as LauraRae
I’m a Raggety Ann in a Barbie Doll world.
Enjoy. Heh.
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.
Ruffian,
Someone’s beaten you to the webpage: equinenet.org/heroes/ruffian.html
I remember the race really well, because I was a real horse fanatic back then; I cried for days after they put her down. Nice of you to honor her memory.
Ruffian, I’m old enough to remember Ruffian the filly. sigh What a tragedy - I still cry every time I see a replay of the tape. As you say, such courage and beauty to end in such a tragic way . . . heartbreaking.
(Sorry for the further hijacking, but it gives Greg a chance to catch up!)
Some days you’re the dog, some days you’re the hydrant.
Ok, guess.
“If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same.”
Kipling
Man, I choked up reading that web site.
One correction: Ruffian’s match race with Foolish Pleasure was in 1975.
Thanks a lot, Fillet - now I’ve cried all over my keyboard again.
BTW, if I recall correctly, the 1999 Horse of the Year, Charismatic, broke a leg in his last race and had to retire (luckier than Ruffian).
Some days you’re the dog, some days you’re the hydrant.
You can try mine, Greg, but unless you roleplay on #vampcastle on IRC’s Efnet or you’ve talked to me, you won’t get it
Oh, and I knew the C in Cessandra was soft but it’s still beyond me what the e is for
When are you going to realize being normal isn’t necessarily a good thing?
Tengu, no, nothing to do with Cess pools. As for the nomination, I’m not telling.
I would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!
Cess = luck? As in “bad cess to you” = “bad luck to you”?
IIRC, Cassandra was a prophet who was cursed with the gift of truth (and if memory serves could only foretell ill), so if Cess=luck any luck you foretell comes true? Or is that just a loooong bow?
I know why the “e” is inn Cessandra, but I’m not telling unless Cessandra gives me the green light.
You can try for Jophiel if you want, but it’s a pretty easy one. If you can tell me why I chose it, so much the better. Talera can’t play.
“I guess one person can make a difference, although most of the time they probably shouldn’t.”
You know, Joph? Email me.
I would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids!
Crick & Watson…I thought you got it from a fancy English soap!
Okay Greg, do me! (Hint: it helps if you’re a STAR WARS fan, or if you know all of Paul Westerberg’s lyrics by heart, or if you eat Limburger cheese.)
Greg?..Greg?
Uke