Friday, April 25, 2008

Tinhorn Gambler



What do you know? Robely occasionally comes up with an interesting tidbit in her stumblings through the ether.
Is this the true origin of the dice tower?
From World Wide Words:

[Q] From I Millinger: “I’ve been watching Westerns for years and the term tinhorn is always used to describe people who are new to the West. Where did the term come from?”

[A] My guess is that either you’ve misunderstood the way people were using it, or you were actually thinking of greenhorn (a greenhorn was originally a young ox with newly grown horns; later on it came to mean anyone young or inexperienced). The usual sense of tinhorn, on the other hand, is of someone contemptible, especially a person who is pretending to have money, influence, or ability. Tinhorn has a much more interesting history than greenhorn, so having answered your query let me digress ...

To find the origin of tinhorn we must delve into the murky world of gambling with dice. There was a game in the nineteenth century called grand hazard (nothing to do, however, with the old French and British dice game from which our noun hazard derives and which was the origin of the game of craps). A cruder version of grand hazard was usually given the name chuck-a-luck in North America.

Both games were played with three dice, a chute containing a set of inclined planes that tumbled the dice as they fell, and a flat area on which the dice fell and whose layout determined whether the player had won or not. The difference between grand hazard and chuck-a-luck was that the former’s layout was much more complicated, with possibilities for betting on odds or evens or other combinations (rather like roulette); the chuck-a-luck layout consisted only of six areas numbered from one to six.

Chuck-a-luck was unsophisticated and easy to set up, so it was the province of small-time gamblers on river boats, on street corners, or in low gaming establishments. Though the proper chute was made of leather, those with limited resources used a cruder one made of tin.

The term tinhorn referred to this cheap chute. It’s actually an abbreviation of the fuller phrase tinhorn gambler. This was a term of contempt for these small-time operators of games of chuck-a-luck, whose patrons (tinhorn sports) played for small stakes. It also reflected the common view that all things made of tin were poor imitations of better quality goods (an idea that survives in our derogatory adjective tinny) and was also a pun on the existing sense of tin horn for a cheaply constructed and inharmonious musical instrument.

Tinhorn gamblers tended to make up for the poor quality of their gaming equipment by a dressy appearance and showy demeanour, from which the later sense of the word derives. In truth, they belonged with the keepers of cheap saloons and three-card trick men, down near the bottom of the social pyramid.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Gila Monster am I

Ok, I have some weird thoughts running (ruining?) around my head and I don't know where to begin, so we'll go waaaay back and try and give some background.

Ever see Repo Man ? The classic 80s movie was on tv the other day and I caught a little bit of a theory that has been running around my head. Emilio Estevez was standing around a trash burning barrel listening to the mechanic wax philosophic. His theory was that there is a "cosmic consciousness" and he expounded upon the example of if you think of BBQ Shrimp long enough you'll hear someone out of the blue say "BBQ shrimp". The theory following that all things are connected not just by the food chain but through some greater connection in the ether.

I've kind of pondered this myself as often times I'll be thinking of a song or a movie and within a few days it will come on the radio or appear on TV (usually after I already rented it). Skeptics might point to the fact that maybe I forgot I heard an advertisement or some other pointer alluding to the fact. I lean more to the idea that once something is on your mind you are more likely to notice an occurrence of it. So if you are thinking of BBQ shrimp, then you are more likely to notice someone saying "BBQ shrimp" than if you had been thinking of "sweet and sour pork".

Either way it happens often enough to give me pause and wonder if I shouldn't believe I am a solipsist (cogito ergo es)

Anyway, jump to the present. I watch this odd movie last night with Jude Law and Jennifer Jason Leigh, eXistenZ , in which video game consoles are living things made of amphibian and reptile pieces. It was sort of a disgusting crux of the movie and really grossed Robely out watching them make these "pods".
The next day I go to see my doctor (btw I've been diagnosed as diabetic- no surprise, but that must wait for another diatribe) and he is putting me on a drug called Byetta .

We start discussing this drug and what effects it has and he happens to mention that they found it out by accident and it is a hormone they found in Gila monsters. The worries about the needle flew from my head. Too eerily close to fiction in such a short time span for me. So if you see me eating bugs or sunning myself on the pavement, you'll know why.

Saturday, April 19, 2008

New Mini Con



So this weekend came and I was somewhat excited to see what DFW's newest mini con would have in store for me gaming wise.
G3 was held at at the Plano Centre and started early at 8am.
First off, I had never been to the Plano Centre and was amazed at how many events were going on. Basically, a municipal convention center their was everything from church organizations, a flea market, a chess tournament, a beauty contest and of course a gaming event.

The games that struck my interest from the list of scheduled events were Classic Battletech, Mechwarrior and AT-43 . Classic Battletech (CBT) because I played the heck out of that game in the late eighties and nineties. Mechwarrior (MW) because it ties into to the Battletech universe of which I am still a huge fan. And lastly, AT-43 because I had read a bit on BGG and was drawn to the notion of pre painted figs for a mini game.

Unfortunately CBT and MW were scheduled for 8 am.That's what time I leave for work on the weekdays and was not ready to sacrifice my late Friday night for them. So I arrived about 10 and hooked up with Baker and watched CBT for awhile and found out the players meet 2-3 times a month and they play in the time frame I favor, I was so stoked and went to the game booth and bought the base set and big rulebook. (Any of you familiar with Dork Tower will understand I was having an Igor moment- "Huzzah! It must be MINE!")
I also found some potential additions to our Bloodbowl league- things were looking good.

Baker taught me Caylus Magna Carta and I was underwhelmed (I won 65-60). Like Caylus I felt it too long for what it is or as Allen says "30 minutes of fun rolled into a 90 minute game", but at least I can say I've played it now. Baker then signed up for the Age of Empires III tournament and I went looking for AT-43.

AT-43 is a minis game with pre-painted plastic figs. It looks awesome and plays fairly quickly. Instead of being just a umove-imove game, you actually have to plan your moves at the beginning of the turn, so you have to anticipate your opponent. There are some mechanics that allow you to reorder things in case you screw your planning which give it a nice twist. I'd play it again, but I doubt I'll be rushing out to buy figures anytime soon (a little expensive for me and I'm running out of room). Going up against an experienced, player, needless to say I got reamed, as I underestimated the range of the weapons and how quickly the carnage would start.

Afterwards, I got in a seven player game of good old Citadels (which took longer than I imagined). After an embarrassing loss, I decided to call it quits for dinner (it was 7:30ish). All in all, it was a good event and I hope they keep it up (I think they plan on 3-4 events a year). I got to see more war games and mini games than I do at BGG.con or the DGM, which provides a refreshing change of pace. As well, I got to meet a lot of new faces and cross pollinate the groups.

Meanwhile, back at the manor, Robely spent the day alternating between napping and Battlefront II. Ahhh, what a rough life we lead.