I am going to bed! [unutterable silliness]

[RWood]

Since the days of receiving WLPL radio on the old bedsprings is long past -- we now get it through fillings in the right and left molar (better stereo that way), we also had to abandon the rhubarb daiquiris since my lady friend made them all into pies and left me here with a case of autographed cumquats.

I played the record backwards but John and George are still gone and Paul is not dead.

[montsnmags]

Originally Posted by RWood

Since the days of receiving WLPL radio on the old bedsprings is long past -- we now get it through fillings in the right and left molar (better stereo that way), we also had to abandon the rhubarb daiquiris since my lady friend made them all into pies and left me here with a case of autographed cumquats.

I played the record backwards but John and George are still gone and Paul is not dead.

Precisely! See, the good Mister Wood knows what I'm talking about.

Can your lady friend reverse the process, as I'd kill every last person in this rhum for a rhubarb daiquiri (present company excepted of course...though that table over in the corner, the one reserved for the weekly meeting of "The Can't and the Cant of Kant Collective", attended by a team of torpid-yet-turgid emos discussing the finer points of "How to cut yourself for attention"...they'll be feeding my dogs tonight, and I don't mean "as a favour")?

It's Monday, and I'm into my third latte (pinkyfinger raised). To paraphrase Cthulhu and quote Cher, "If I could turn back time..." it would still be Sunday night. Ahh, what the hell - I can fake it. Next round of drinks...my shout.

Cheers and beers,
Marc

[Steven Lyle Jordan]

Originally Posted by Cthulhu

Even though I'm provisionally part of the Eastern Standard Tribe, this whole time travel stuff still gets to me. Too bad ye pitiful mortals can only go one direction at one constant speed.

Only physically.

Psychotropically, many of us are capable of simultaneous trips to sidelong dimensions, collapsed-waveform physical echoes, and impending crested-waveform metaphysical collisions. (Of course, the trick then is to apply the sidelong dimensions and echoes into an equation that accurately predicts the result of the collision and aligns one's physical self with that result. Otherwise, you get hit by the truck.)

Pardon me... I've been driving all day.

[RWood]

And was killed by a coconut that escaped from the left bane. Sure you've been driving all day, but you putt for the money. So the waveform collapsed while the staircase still remained intact for it was carpeted in faded rose petals and empty Pepsi cans -- they were out of Dr Pepper.

[Steven Lyle Jordan]

Hm. I didn't see the Dr. Pepper cans. You must have more annular hearing than mine. Fortunately, I intercepted the coconut before it did serious damage, and it now resides in approximately 10% of my rum punch. (If I add any more the punch doesn't, it just jabs and jumps around like Muhammad Ali and makes my Frasier-sense tingle, but not my mouth.)

[brecklundin]

why is there air?

[montsnmags]

Originally Posted by brecklundin

why is there air?

It exists to hold back the great and empty darkness. It's a dark matter, but the dark matters.

Cheers,
Marc

[Steven Lyle Jordan]

It also keeps your lungs from collapsing. (Unless they're already filled with smoke.)

[nekokami]

Originally Posted by montsnmags

and finally, of course, with friends like nekokami, who always brings a frisson of "dead sexy" to the party (which is odd, since my predilections don't extend along that particular branch).

The bookish woman in the corner with the pot of Darjeeling looks up in confusion. "Eh?"

Er, when in doubt, take it as a compliment... "thanks!"

[zelda_pinwheel]

Originally Posted by nekokami

The bookish woman in the corner with the pot of Darjeeling looks up in confusion. "Eh?"

Er, when in doubt, take it as a compliment... "thanks!"

hee... i don't know, i always pictured her as rather cute, in a geeky sort of way. but i could be mistaking her for her avatar.

sorry, what i meant was mistaking her *avatar* for *her*. i think.

i think i need a nap, actually.

edit 2: oh, and that "geeky" bit, you can take that as a compliment...

[NatCh]

Originally Posted by montsnmags

... "dead sexy" ... (which is odd, since my predilections don't extend along that particular branch).

Necrophilia?

[nekokami]

Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

hee... i don't know, i always pictured her as rather cute, in a geeky sort of way. but i could be mistaking her for her avatar.

sorry, what i meant was mistaking her *avatar* for *her*. i think.

i think i need a nap, actually.

edit 2: oh, and that "geeky" bit, you can take that as a compliment...

Oh, "geeky" is always a compliment. But if you're going to confuse me with my avatar or my avatar with me, perhaps you want this avatar:

[zelda_pinwheel]

Originally Posted by nekokami

Oh, "geeky" is always a compliment. But if you're going to confuse me with my avatar or my avatar with me, perhaps you want this avatar:

thanks but i prefer your maneki neko avatar actually... i wish i had one just like it next to my monitor. want to come over and just sit on my desk all day ? i have plenty of tea... and books...

[yvanleterrible]

Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel

thanks but i prefer your maneki neko avatar actually... i wish i had one just like it next to my monitor. want to come over and just sit on my desk all day ? i have plenty of tea... and books...

Say zelda, when are we going to see your avatar?

[montsnmags]

Originally Posted by nekokami

The bookish woman in the corner with the pot of Darjeeling looks up in confusion. "Eh?"

Bookish, a corner, Darjeeling and confusion? Yes, that'll explain the attraction - it's like looking into a prism.

Cheers,
Marc (Prism, prism, on the wall, who's the hairiest of them all)