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The Late Shift Remembers

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Saint Keggers

02:11 / 30.11.04

I am saddened
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person which almost went unnoticed last week.
Larry La Prise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Poky", died peacefully at age 93
The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the troubIe started...

alas

23:09 / 30.11.04

Time to shake it all about. Anyone?

iamus

23:48 / 30.11.04

Unfortunately I'm just back from a piss and have just finished shaking it all about, but I'll do my best.

alas

00:41 / 01.12.04

I'm back. But it seems it's just you and me, Meludreen... How far under a rock will I seem to be living if I ask you what your name means?

iamus

01:00 / 01.12.04

Pretty much on top of the rock actually, so don't worry.
It's a currently personal thing related to my writing. Unknown at this point, but sure to take on a massive cultural significance when I finally break out and ascend to stardom.

Well that's the plan anyhoo.

iamus

01:01 / 01.12.04

alas seems rather downbeat a name.

Are you full of woe?

alas

01:07 / 01.12.04

Yes, actually. Thanks for reminding me...

Ok, I'm not sure that works. I'm actually pretty happy. I'm not really sure why I chose the name.

My cat is still very melancholy. This cat has been in my life my whole adult life, and it is sad to think that he will likely die soon. He sounds so mournful. His name is Zeus and he's never had anything like a thunderous meow. Mostly a kind of pathetic mewing sound. But this new, even sadder sound is very hard to bear, even for someone named alas.

Sean the frumious Bandersnatch

01:09 / 01.12.04

I'll be here for a bit, killing time until my roommate is ready to go.

How are we doing, young'ins?

iamus

01:14 / 01.12.04

It sucks when pets go. I still remember burying my rabbit, who I'd had since I was a kid. Benji, he was called.

On the other hand, my cat Radar simply ran away. Not far, just round the corner. He reckoned he was getting a better deal at another house so he buggered off. He still tries to get food from us every time his other family go on holiday, the cheeky wee bastard.

iamus

01:18 / 01.12.04

I thought for a second there that you said you were killing your roomate.

Doing well.
Yourself?

alas

01:28 / 01.12.04

I am tired now, and must to bed. And cuddle with my cat, I hope. Nighty-night, all. ....

Brigade du jour

18:14 / 01.12.04

Sorry to make this all personal for a moment, but ...

Stoatie, how are you coping? I'm too scared to call and ask in case you bite my head off, even though you're vegetarian.

Don't worry everyone else, he's not in trouble or owt, just kindly covering for me at work while I'm holiday.

subcultureofone

23:47 / 01.12.04

good evening. i'm watching rudolph the red-nosed reindeer- the abominable snowman is about to eat clarice.

Saint Keggers

00:21 / 02.12.04

Lol!..After treading the last post I just had visions of Hanibal Lector being the secret mastermind behind the scenes.

Anyone still up?

Sally! How ya doing?

Pretty good- bourbon, coke and krispy kreme. Et tu?

iamus

23:04 / 02.12.04

All right then, come on.

You know you want to.

Olulabelle

23:29 / 02.12.04

Hello Meludreen.

I do indeed want to. You are right. The question is, how do I transfer my wantingness into shifting-myself-out-of-this-seat-and-moving-myself-onwards-upward-to-bedingness?

Postscript
There was once a time (not even a year ago) when I was a regular lateshift contributor. Then came work and getting up early.

*Sigh.*

Thank goodness for temporary contracts. Roll on those lateshift days again.

iamus

23:38 / 02.12.04

As I've mentioned quite a few times in various places, I'm currently out of work. It's a situation highly conducive to lateshifting.

What is it you do on temporary contracts, if I can be so bold as to ask? Something particular? Or just bits and bobs?

Ganesh

23:46 / 02.12.04

I'm so-o-ort of up and about, in the sense of still being able to type - despite it being a 'school day' tomorrow, Xoc having sensibly retired to bed years ago and my deciding to the stuff you listen to when it's just you and you're up and making stupid noises and taking your top off and dancing in a weirdy genitals-free kinda way.

Life is short, you're capable.

So they say.

Ganesh

23:53 / 02.12.04

If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air...

(Fuck. I am near-irreplably drunk. Cover for me, someone, will you?

Olulabelle

23:54 / 02.12.04

That's OK, you can ask. Scarily, I work for the Government!

I am part of the Stonehenge Project Team, and it's our job to decide whether English Heritage's idea (which manifests itself as the controversial planning application to remove the roads around Stonehenge, to shift the Visitor Centre away from the stones and out of the World Heritage Site and to build a land train to allow people to access the stones instead) should be approved or not.

That's why it's a temporary job. I was employed just for this project and the decision on the application is a finite thing.

iamus

23:57 / 02.12.04

Welcome, Ganesh.

You take your top off, thus facilitating tackle-out dancing?
That's quite a party trick!
I have the stupid noises thing down pat, but I'm always looking to expand my repetoire.

Olulabelle

00:03 / 03.12.04

If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air...(Fuck. I am near-irreplably drunk. Cover for me, someone, will you?)

OK. I confess. Ganesh would never sing this and in fact his latest posts are, in fact me. Indeed I have (in true Government employee fashion) logged in as him and decided to post lyrics in an alleged drunken fashion, just to embarrass him.*

Now I and my drunken other self which shall also be known as Ganesh are off to bed.

AREN'T WE.

*Ganesh, you owe me a G&T.

iamus

00:06 / 03.12.04

olulabelle

Ah-ha! That's right. I remember reading this in another thread, but I forgot it was you. That's a really cool job. It must be good to know that you're doing something of real worth.

Casts my recent hotel and café applications into a harsh, harsh light

If you must leave, you must.
Sounds like the best thing for Ganeshabelle.

Night, night.

Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!

00:23 / 03.12.04

What up y'all!

iamus

00:24 / 03.12.04

Hey Suedey.

What you up to then?

Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!

00:51 / 03.12.04

I'm drinking gin! It helps with the pain. The pain! The terrible paaaaaaain!

Ok, that's not true. There's no real pain. I wanted to cobble a story together about losing a leg, but I can't back that up.

I did just watch Jersey Girl, though. *wince*

iamus

00:57 / 03.12.04

JESUS CHRIST MAN!!!! JERSEY GIRL!!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!!!

I worked as an usher in a cinema when Jersey Girl was on release. So I had to sit through at least the last ten minutes of it. I have an excuse. I hope you do.

I'd polish off the gin and move onto straight ethanol if I were you.

Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!

01:02 / 03.12.04

I just love watching awful stuff, but even when I got this home, I had changed my mind a little. I wished I'd got something with explosions.

So many music cues! Argh! He made his very own made for TV movie! Every. moment. and. emotion. punctuated. by. heavy. saccharine. music. please. stop.

I think the commentary is more amusing than the film. (I can't pay money to hire something without trying to get my moneys worth...)

Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!

01:05 / 03.12.04

I also just finished reading the last couple of Harry Potter books, which I love to mock and are written pretty badly, but which I strangely could not stop reading.

Mazarine

01:05 / 03.12.04

Bon soir mes chers. How goes the evening? Aside from Afleck-Tyler vehicles.

Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!

01:06 / 03.12.04

I actually quite liked Tyler. Poor girl.

How are you, Sally?

iamus

01:10 / 03.12.04

See, I can see where Kevin Smith was coming from. He's exhausted his slacker fart-comedies and wants to do something sweeter and more classically Hollywood. Nothing wrong with that really. Woefully misjudged though.

(Race against time to make his daughter's play/recital/thingy = Shudder)

I just shut my finger in a door. It took all my power to remain silent and not scream expletives at the top of my lungs thus waking everybody in the house up.

Does that merit gin too?

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