The Who am I game

[chauderlos]

He was canonized (? declared a saint by the Church?) way after his death, in the middle of the 1800s.

 

[chauderlos]

A tough one, hu?
His name has become a common name, especially in the computer age.
He suffered a long and painful agony, having being forced by villains to swallow the paint and pigments he carried with him.

 

[LilyBart]

Another clue? Please.

 

[chauderlos]

Dear fellow gamers,
I owe you a sincere apology.
From what I've read on various sites, it appears that the character you're looking for may never have existed.
Anyway, he can nevertheless be found on the Internet, so I'll let you search a little longer. Unless you disagree...

As per Your Majesty's request, here's an other clue:

The name that (allegedly) derives from his is often used when it comes to computer screens...

 

[chauderlos]

Come on, guys...

Saint Widescreen?
Saint Ellcidee?
Saint Degauss?


.....
The common name that (allegedly) derives from his name is used as a unit of measure... (also used for digital pictures)

 

[Tabea]

To my amazement Google found texts about Saint Pixel (unfortunately I have no clue what they are saying though).

 

[chauderlos]

Annnnnnnnnnnnnd the wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiner izzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

TABEA !!!!!!

Congratulations

Oddly, the hoax about St Pixel is so well forged that I first heard of him quoted in a quite serious book about the last words of departing famous people....

 

[Tabea]

Annnnnnnnnnnnnd the wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiner izzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....

TABEA !!!!!!

Congratulations

Oddly, the hoax about St Pixel is so well forged that I first heard of him quoted in a quite serious book about the last words of departing famous people....

Thank you. What is his story? I only managed to find French texts.

 

[Tabea]

http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh4/Tabea_photo/107.jpg

- a Russian artist
- he failed an entrance exam to an art school
- many of his works are colourful

 

[midwestyankee]

http://i252.photobucket.com/albums/hh4/Tabea_photo/107.jpg

- a Russian artist
- he failed an entrance exam to an art school
- many of his works are colourful

My first inclination is to say that this is Wassily Kandinsky, but I've never seen this image before.

 

[Tabea]

My first inclination is to say that this is Wassily Kandinsky, but I've never seen this image before.

It's not Kandinsky. What is your second inclination?

 

[midwestyankee]

It's not Kandinsky. What is your second inclination?

I'm fresh out of inclinations here.

 

[Tabea]

I'm fresh out of inclinations here.

That didn't take long.

Maybe this helps:
He died in the same country as Kandinsky.

 

[midwestyankee]

That didn't take long.

Maybe this helps:
He died in the same country as Kandinsky.

Then perhaps we're looking at Marc Chagall (who I had always assumed was French).

 

[Tabea]

Then perhaps we're looking at Marc Chagall (who I had always assumed was French).

Yes, correct!

He became a French citizen, but he grew up in the Russian Empire.

 

[midwestyankee]

Yes, correct!

He became a French citizen, but he grew up in the Russian Empire.

Truth be told, I had some offline help. In fact, I'm very fond of Chagall's work and have spent many hours in the plaza where his mosaic mural is installed in downtown Chicago. I also own a tie that features the design from one of his stained-glass windows on display at the Art Institute of Chicago.

Will return later with another riddle.

 

[midwestyankee]

Surely it's not too early to return to golf, is it? Our subject is the man in front with the putter.

http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g68/mwy_photos/man_with_putter.jpg

1. Played some of his best golf in the shadow of Shakespeare.

2. His legacy in the game is not connected with any great victory.

3. In later life he was active in politics.

 

[Tabea]

Truth be told, I had some offline help. In fact, I'm very fond of Chagall's work and have spent many hours in the plaza where his mosaic mural is installed in downtown Chicago. I also own a tie that features the design from one of his stained-glass windows on display at the Art Institute of Chicago.

I think he was a great artist. I’ve seen his windows in Mainz and Chichester.

 

[chauderlos]

Thank you. What is his story? I only managed to find French texts.

Apparently, some guy invented the whole history of St Pixel, monk and painter, and put it on his website.
He invented the whole story, from his childhood to his death, killed by robbers while he was traveling back from a trip to Italy. He was forced to swallow the paint and pigments he carried with him, thus having hallucinations and a pain(t)ful agony.
His last words were “The ladybugs are gathering… everything is blurred… it’s out of focus…”
After his death, miracles are supposed to have happened: when paintings were displayed near his grave, the colours changed, the image turning into little colorful squares. That’s the reason why in 1962 an American engineer, while looking for a name for “pixels”, thought about this.

A nice story, isn’t it?

 

[chauderlos]

Surely it's not too early to return to golf, is it? Our subject is the man in front with the putter.

http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g68/mwy_photos/man_with_putter.jpg

1. Played some of his best golf in the shadow of Shakespeare.

2. His legacy in the game is not connected with any great victory.

3. In later life he was active in politics.

William-Henry-Willoughby Roughbent, 12th Earl of Treasurechestshire, KG, OB, KBE, (Treasurechestshire, 1834-London, 1904).

After having spent his youth in various but excellent private schools in England and Wales, he served for 5 years in the 1st Royal Salamicutters Fusiliers. He was wounded at the battle of Blahblahblahïpuhr in1846 by a charging combat elephant. Only the courage and skills of the regimental surgeon saved him from a certain death, removing in precarious conditions the elephant trunk that was stuck deeply in his arse (1).
Discharged without honours but with the rank of Major, he returned to England where he did his best to dilapidate the vast fortune his ancestors had amassed in the trade of bent and twisted oak beams (2) between England and the US. Although not fully documented, his most famous act during these years is when, completely inebriated, he and his friends raided the Globe Theatre in the middle of the 4th act of Romeo and Juliet. He pretended he had the right to have “a wee bout of golf” on-stage, given the fact that The Old Bard had, supposedly, told his ancestor “Thou shallst play golf when thou wantst on my stages, for thy golf is far better than mye verses”(3)
After years of debauchery, alcoholism and sodomy, he met one night Rvd. Reginald Taylor-Taylor who, after endless nights of debauchery, alcoholism and sodomy convinced him to choose the righteous path (4). He then dedicated his life to teach golf to remote tribes in South-West Africa. After a few years of pious life, shared between golfing in the savanna, perverted siestas in the shade of the baobab tree and various experiments in distilling local plants and roots, he was summoned by the villager’s chief. The latter was worried by the fact that his 5th wife had given life, after his 2nd and 7th had, to a white baby. William quickly responded that the ways of the Lord were impenetrable, giving as an example the fact that sometimes, white ewes bred black lambs. The village’s chief, embarrassed, settled for an agreement, stating that he wouldn’t say a word again about his white baby as long as William wouldn’t talk to his 12 wives about the black lambs (5).
But William’s years in Africa were over, and he returned to the land of his fathers, weakened by tropical and venereal diseases. He settled back to Treasurechest Mansion, dedicating his life to make golf more accessible to the masses. He notably contributed in creating the first indoor 18-holes golf course in the world in the basement of Treasurechest Mansion, opening it to all who were either willing to pay a £ 250 golfing fee or to listen to his boring rant about his years in both India and Africa for at least 5 hours (6). With this initiative, he helped greatly to the expansion of the United Labour and Golfing Party of Northern Wales and Cumbria.
According to his sister, Lady Martha Roughbent, his last words were: “Now, I’m going to put it inside at least” (7)

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(1) Barthelemy Cutthisoff, MD, Memoirs of an Army Surgeon in India, Johnny Walker ed, 1875.
(2)Remember, those were used to manufacture bend and twisted golf clubs, used for particularly difficult shots, until they were banned by the International Golfing Association Rules in 1902.
(3) Aloysius Suckmycock, PhD, Shakespeare and Golf, Oxbridge University Press, Oxbridge,1954.
(4) Rvd. Reginald Taylor-Taylor, Memoirs of years of debauchery, alcoholism and sodomy, Doyoureallycaretoreadthosesillynotes Ltd, London, 1907
(5) Evangelina M’bwanihi-Maniabala, Superstition, Golf and the black sheep tradition – A study on colonial golfing, 1875-1937, Canihaveoneofthoseplease Ed., Nairobi, 2004
(6) House rules for the most ancient and honored Treasurechest Mansion indoor golf club, unpublished, 1898
(7) Col. Martha Roughbent (Ms.), I lived with the worst asshole on Earth- In memoriam my beloved brother; Whatchamakallit & Whothefuckyouthinkyouare, Edinburgh, 1921

 

[LilyBart]

*rolling on the floor with laughter*

This is the funniest thing I've ever read...

 

[midwestyankee]

C'est bien drol, M. Chauderlos. Mais on n'a pas répondu.

Un autre clue:

The gentleman in question is best known to fans of modern-day golf for a gift that he gave.

 

[LilyBart]

I think we need another clue.

 

[midwestyankee]

I think we need another clue.

Jumping Bobby Jones, woman! I've seeded the discussion with sufficient clues to make this no more difficult than brewing a cup of tea.

 

[chauderlos]

*rolling on the floor with laughter*

This is the funniest thing I've ever read...

C'est bien drol, M. Chauderlos. Mais on n'a pas répondu.

Un autre clue:

The gentleman in question is best known to fans of modern-day golf for a gift that he gave.

Merci, merci...

PS: believe it or not, but some guy really compiled a book on Shakespeare and golf: see here.