The Late Shift of DOOM

02:04 / 06.11.04

'Night, Sally!

02:09 / 06.11.04

Indeed. G’night Sally.

I also claim to be doing nothing much. But right now, right this very second, I’m drawing a fearsome war-badger for your top trump card. Rah, etc. I meant to do it sooner, but got rather, er, make that terribly depressed for some reason earlier this week, and spent a while considering never doing anything ever again, instead.

However! Badgers are funny looking things.

02:15 / 06.11.04

Badgers indeed rock. And they love mashed potato.

02:20 / 06.11.04

Ewww. They’ve gone down in my estimation. That’s pretty much the worst kind of potato.

02:26 / 06.11.04

Aw, you must know the song-

Everywhere he goes, Bodger always knows
Badger, his badger mate, is never far away
Bodger and Badger, Bodger and Badger
La la lalala La la lalala

Everybody knows Badger loves mashed potato
He makes it into shapes and eats it every day
Bodger and Badger, Bodger and-

'ere, why am I the only one singing?

02:32 / 06.11.04

*blank stare*

02:33 / 06.11.04

Ahem. Umm... moving swiftly on...
ah... how's about that local sports team, eh?

02:35 / 06.11.04

Oh God... It's not really 4 o'clock in the morning already, is it ?

I'll be saying this to my grave, but still, where the hell did the time go ?

Actually, never mind, I'm going to re-train and get an MA in marketing, and then everyone will be very sorry. I shall become the very thing I wasted all that time even trying to oppose, because I just...

Well because it's just such a daily battle, dealing with the *little people* when all they seem to do lately is try and hide my *stuff,* the gits.

02:43 / 06.11.04

Dude! It’s already closer to five in the morning than it is to four. Where indeed *does* the time go, etc, etc.

(I’m everso sorry, Stoatie. I’m all over the place. Again. Is this [generic conversational] local sports team, or an actual, real, local sports team that’s currently in the news and which I’ve somehow missed all mention of?)

02:45 / 06.11.04

[generic conversational get me out of awkward conversational spot sports team. You know, that one.]

Yup, it's late. Very late. And I've got deadlines to meet very soon. But fuck 'em. Fuck 'em, I say.

02:55 / 06.11.04

D’oh. Of course it was. Sorry for any awkwardness caused. Please, don’t neglect your deadlines on my behalf, I’m clearly in no fit state to pilot a computer, let alone keep up my end of a conversation. I’m going to stagger away and lie down somewhere soft.

Goodnight, you two.

03:15 / 06.11.04

Night. No, I'm neglecting my deadlines for my own warped satisfaction.
Anyone still there? Alex?

03:40 / 06.11.04

Yeah, I'm still about.

What I've been thinking about lately, in fact to be totally honest I haven't really thought about anything else for a couple of days ( which may seem a bit slack, but it's important to get this right, I think - possibly the future of the world depends on it,)

So,

A gag that ends with some sort of wordplay on the whole Paracetomal/Parrot's Eat 'Em All dichotomy.

It will be a new and innaresting thing in the world - if it's a high class gag, really out the top drawer, it may well be comparable, and in many ways superior to, Isaac Newton's best stuff.

03:58 / 06.11.04

It'd be good... better than that "why are there no painkillers in the jungle" shit we had at school.

04:11 / 06.11.04

*Tt*

Stoat, I thought you were gonna, y'know, like Steve this, man, but it looks like you've Benned it instead.

There is a coma with my name on it, and I must not fail to answer it's call.

So I'll say " High five, " for now, chief, then fall off gently down the stairs.

Tomorrow I'll be a genius, is the plan.

04:22 / 06.11.04

Night, man.

04:27 / 06.11.04

Apologies, cross-post, S.

It seems to me though, that we have a TAZ to talk about Steve and I do think... that I'm going to have to crash out, to be frank - I could have been hanging out doing terrible things to my mind in Brixton, and I probably should have done, at least it's nice to be asked, but dude, as they say, I am totally ( insert expletive here. )

23:44 / 06.11.04

'Look deddy, thars an erplayne up in de skoy!"

23:56 / 06.11.04

Hi there Keggers. What have you been up to this evening ?

23:57 / 06.11.04

Evenin' all.

00:04 / 07.11.04

And a good evening to yourself, sor.

Shmerb.

Hi Alex, Im at work right now. Currently im enjoying the delightfully misfitian (not a word, but lets all use it till it becomes one) combination of dry french red wine and sour skittles. As a four yr old just asked me "Are you tasting the rainbow?"

Evening Stoats and Fridge!

subcultureofone

00:17 / 07.11.04

bleatings and salivations [or greetings and salutations]

unheimlich manoeuvre

00:18 / 07.11.04

hello barbelites.
how is life treating you?

w1rebaby

00:22 / 07.11.04

With characteristic disdain.

The fireworks in Greenwich were good this evening though. I have video.

00:22 / 07.11.04

Life has been treating me with lots of bed rest and plenty of fluids. Im sure to recover soon!

00:31 / 07.11.04

This thread needs pics!!!

00:31 / 07.11.04

"misfitian". See, I'm using it already!

Yay Stoatie!!!

the free thinkers of the world viewed the USA elections with misfitian and kafkaesque despair.

...

or some other cultroon comment.

"The only thing needed for evil to prosper
is for good (people) to do nothing."

existential angst and fear, man! what am I to do?

00:55 / 07.11.04

Do nothing..then wait for the oportune moment to become evil. Ok, its not the greatest plan, but it will occupy a sunday or two.

unheimlich manoeuvre

01:06 / 07.11.04

*laughs*

I need a narrative

01:10 / 07.11.04

Is that Rumsfeld on the left???