2-4-6-8, It's the Shift where we're up Late...

00:20 / 05.03.03

Aw, it's just 'cos I'm still preoccupied with its reverse. Remember, I couldn't get to any of my stuff until a fortnight ago and I moved last July. I am assuring myself that we can get an actual dining table as soon as the boxes are gone. It's my pathetic Ikea fantasy, and I shall not surrender it.

Damn cardboard. And damn jewel-cases that get fucked in transit.

00:25 / 05.03.03

Rothky: I know what you mean. Half my stuff is still in boxes from when I moved here, including most of my electronics stuff and the whole of my bass.

Kit-Cat Club

00:27 / 05.03.03

What's wrong with 'old thing'?

*cough*

Goede nacht, chaps...

00:27 / 05.03.03

Double?

Guitar?

Sympathise; living out of boxes and not being able to unpack can be grim...

I wouldn't fret about tanning, Mord@nt. One reaches a certain shade of pale at which point one is reflective. Or bursts into flames.

And jewel cases may well be among the most poorly thought out inventions ever.

00:29 / 05.03.03

Guitar. Yet another MCproject on indefinate hold.

00:31 / 05.03.03

Flames would be cool. I could live with flames. I'm sure one of my minions would make with the evillll ressurection spell.

00:35 / 05.03.03

Schuss, Kat.

Gah MC, that's a bastard. Used to play, not brilliantly but okayish, and had to sell mine at college. never managed to have the cash/inclination/find a good one since.

What were you working on?

Mazarine

00:40 / 05.03.03

It's only up to about 60 F. in Barcelona, Mord@nt, you'll be okay.

00:41 / 05.03.03

Learing to play bass.

Say guys, I think I'm in trouble. I accidently clicked on a wormy-looking email, and I don't know that our virus checker was re-installed after the last hard-drive screwup.

00:43 / 05.03.03

And now my email account has logged me out without my asking it to. Gahh!

00:43 / 05.03.03

Flames would be a *good* look for you this season.

00:45 / 05.03.03

shit. Shut down and restart?

(sorry, tech idiot.)

00:47 / 05.03.03

I've deleted the sucker, and nothing's playing up yet. I'm hastily updating the virus-checker as we speak.

I hate stuff like this. I know just enough to panic and not enough to actually do anything useful.

00:51 / 05.03.03

gah. that's probably worse than being a total ignoramus...

00:53 / 05.03.03

I think it's okay. I didn't open any attachments, and I've logged back into my account all right. Now I'm frantically changing all my passwords.

00:55 / 05.03.03

Heading off to bed I think. Nnight hon. and go start yr gathering thread.

If you build it....

00:56 / 05.03.03

Night night, sleepy people. I am not one of 'em. It's lunchtime, and am waiting to see how this week's contents duty went. Grr.

01:00 / 05.03.03

I should probably crash, but that last email thing has made me all jangly. I'm going to be up for a while.

01:06 / 05.03.03

Which virus scanner are you using, and what sort of file was it? Also, do you remember the title of the email?

01:08 / 05.03.03

Mcaffe. Didn't see what the file was, just hit Delete. I'll update the virus thing in the morning as a precaution, but I think we're okay so far.

01:09 / 05.03.03

Oh, and the email was titled "your medications" or somesuch.

01:22 / 05.03.03

And so to bed, nursing my paranoia. 'Night, all.

01:23 / 05.03.03

that's a bastard trick. *spit*

yeah yeah, still here, waiting for downloads.

01:31 / 05.03.03

Me am in scanner hell. Page after page of the stuff. I received this document to work on as a brochure, with amendments written in biro. It was so incredibly retro...

01:52 / 05.03.03

Ew. You're doing the OCR shuffle?

02:04 / 05.03.03

OCR yeah....as far as I can tell the client doesn't have softcopy at all on the bright side, OCR is marking up the bits I need to change pretty clearly, because they have biro all over them. It's a very odd way to go about things.

Hey ho. How you, R?

Our Lady of The Two Towers

03:55 / 05.03.03

Ouch. That's a nasty way of having to do stuff. Eevil.

Me, I'm OK. Tired. Very tired. Was up til ungodly hours doing that attempting-to-finish-unpacking thing, which I must complete tonight - as well as cleaning the place, learn how to use an unfamiliar digital camera before tomorrow night's Dirty Three gig, as well as bang out some reviews for Splendid. It's a big night, and given that I'm not paid until tomorrow (hopefully), I think it's half a packet of crisps and some toast for dinner, assuming the bread's still OK. That kind of evening - bleh.

You're not still up, are you?

Im up.

Words of encouragement, please?

Nearing the last bit of this paper that has been haunting me for moths, literally, and is more or less all that stands in the way of me graduating and moving on from this whole parasitical studen existance.

Except I'm drawing a total blank whenever I look at it. What I've already written makes little sense, but even that's better than the books I'm writing about.

(Wow. Er. Started asking for words of encouragement, but the whinging is making me feel much better.)

Anyway. Yes. Awake.

07:19 / 05.03.03

Ouch, been there, mainly with my Professional Development Report for chartership which was an absolute arsebaboon of displeasure to write, even though I had two other people's PDRs to use for 'inspiration'. All my best wishes to you when you're fighting those damn dirty moths.

Maybe the best thing IS to write complete gibbering nonsense at first and then go back and turn it into something cool later?

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

21:08 / 05.03.03

Well, I still am unpacking/packing CDs. It's woeful. Although as a result, I'm listening to Herbie Hancock's Thrust, which is the most wonderfully porn CD ever.

21:18 / 05.03.03

Well, I'm currently awake, but may not remain so for long, having just discovered that the weed I scored this weekend and hadn't got round to smoking any of is bloody good. (Actually, come to think of it, another few minutes of Uplink and then maybe some chips and unconsciousness...) dunno. May still be around in a few minutes. May not.