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jan-ken-po!

Shannon Wheeler is selling very neat-o jan-ken-po (English name is “Ro-sham-bo,” right?) T-shirts:

He’s also making girl shirts that are black with colored ink.

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  1. English name is Roshambo, which appears to come from the French Rochambeau, but is not apparently related to the Count of the same name, and Wiki says it's of Chinese origin, along with a great many other interesting things.

    God, do I love the 'net for research. Not that this is what I should be researching right now, of course.

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  2. Dude. You must let me know the moment these are for sale. In geekspeak, these are "teh awesome LoL".

    Speaking of geekspeak, everytime I hear the phrase "Roshambo", I remember Deadpool kicking Captain America in the nuts really, really hard and chuckle.

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  3. I don't even know who Deadpool is. Is he one of thos X-Men that cropped up when it became a transdimensional soap opera? I like the idea of Cap'n America getting crotch'd.

    BTW, it appears the shirts are already available. Check that second link.

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  4. Ah, grasshopper. "Transdimensional soap opera"'s sadly the norm.

    Anyhoo - Deadpool is 'the merc with a mouth', quite brilliantly written for his first 30 issues or so (lately? not so much). Imagine a motormouth ethically challenged Spider-Man with a more morbid wit, Wolvie's healing factor and lots of guns and pointy things. If there wasn't secret poignance to his clown schtick, every issue would be like Xander Harris on crystal meth within a bloody Tex Avery cartoon. As you can tell, I'm quite fond. He did, after all, crotch Captain America. I dream of a TP that will never happen, alas.

    And danke! I will purchase them when funds allow. Speakin' of funny shirts: http://store.sluggy.com/detailed-isoph.html

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  5. Indri,

    Holy crap, did you see the World Rock Paper Scissors Society at the end of the wiki article you provided?

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  6. Jah, I did...floored me too.

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