The Late Shift: All honey, no vinegar.

15:13 / 23.01.05

ALl the shift of regular shifting but with 1/2 the calories.

15:44 / 23.01.05

OMG...I finally understand Absinthe. Apparently it is illlegal in Canada, but I managed to get my hands on some last night. Now, it looks as if I had a party in my place, but there are no sleeping bodies anywhere. Could I have actually done all that crazy mess, myself?

15:48 / 23.01.05

You could.
And you did.
Embrace the green fairy.
EMBRACE IT!!!

Cherielabombe

15:51 / 23.01.05

Wow, you got good absinthe! Lucky duck - I tried some in Prague but I didn't get any cool hallucinations or anything.. je suis jalouse!

15:55 / 23.01.05

I'm drinking beer and listening to MP3s of R4's Mark Steel Lectures. This one's on Marx. It's piss funny.

15:55 / 23.01.05

hey, cherie babes, how are you? I haven't seen you in so long! Nor you, Stoatie, for that matter.

Do you remember much from last night, Barbelillith? Did you have a good time making the mess?

15:58 / 23.01.05

Well, it looks like a battlefield here, with half eaten food I can't remember buying, let alone eating. I do remember a long conversation with my cat, however, in which he did most of the talking.

Now, I am pleasantly hung over, and I am awaiting Keggers arrival. We are going to see House of Flying Daggers. But first, Bloody Ceasers at Jack Astor's!

16:00 / 23.01.05

Wow. Were you on your own? Apart from the talking cat, I mean?

16:04 / 23.01.05

You're never alone with a talking cat.

16:04 / 23.01.05

Yes. I was alone. Well, not at first, but when I got home, yes. Not even my son is here, thankfully!

Gotta go! Keggers is here!

16:11 / 23.01.05

The talking cat makes me think of Alice in Wonderland. I hope it had a big grin.
Are you feeling better, Stoatie?

16:25 / 23.01.05

I'm feeling MUCH better. Much drunker, but better nonetheless.
Mark Steel, beer and Anadin Extra have TOTALLY made my day.
How're you, anyway? Mr Auckland was asking about you the other day (since the last time he was here, there's an entirely different bunch of 'lithers living in London!)
You got snow. I envy you your snow.

17:51 / 23.01.05

oops, sorry, I went off and got involved in other stuff. I'm good, thanks! Edinburgh's cool. I didn't like my job, so I jacked it in and I start another tomorrow - hurray!

And yes, we did get snow but it was pretty short lived, I'm afraid. Now it's just a bit cold.

alas

18:55 / 23.01.05

We have snow! And Sun! I really like snow on the ground but most especially when it is sunny at the same time. 's wonderful. 's marvelous. . . .'s awful nice, 's paradise. . .

sorry, got carried away by Gershwin again.

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22:59 / 23.01.05

Oh, good lord. In 33 and a bit days time I will officially be a third of a century old. Help.
I take solace right now from a natty pressie my Dad bought me which allows me to blast my eardrums with the consolation of loud yet gentle Trashcans:
"On the grass, behind the goal
I trace your constellation of moles,
until the clouds come and it's chilly round the poles."
Lovely. I'm so old I just used natty as a positive adjective without thinking about it. Woe. Woe.

23:00 / 23.01.05

Wow, was that ever a dull movie. Keegers and I saw House of Flying Draggers. Not too impressed. If I see one more Horse butt, I am going to scream.

Anyway, i learned a bit more about my absinthe trip. Apparently I was laughing hysterically about everything. My driver had to help me in my door because I was buckled over laughing so hard. My cat was giving me hell because he only has dry food, I am never home anymore, and I don't cuddle him enough.

I had never had absinthe at all, let alone at work. I was drinking it straight out of the bottle because someone mixed it with some water and it turned green. I thought that was just from the St.Lawrence! Apparently this is characteristic of Absinthe, correct? It was rather unappealling.

Hence, the green fairy. Right, Stoats? I'm catching on...

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23:03 / 23.01.05

Ah, the wild green fairy liquid...

23:16 / 23.01.05

Sure...but you never bring some home for the people who dont get to go out absynthing, do you??? NOOooooo!

HOFD was horridly long and boring.

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23:27 / 23.01.05

The very idea of going out to Absinthe is repugnant. It should only be done when duvets, spoons and lots of sugar are in the area. Do not feel bad for missing out. Think of it as acid with all the bad and none of the good.

23:29 / 23.01.05

It all depends on the atmosphere, I believe. I fyou can find the right type of place for absynthing, preferably where you know the owner... all is well and good.

alas

00:18 / 24.01.05

Sparrows.

Brigade du jour

00:20 / 24.01.05

Barbelillith (excuse my failure to use your new name, but it's harder to spell), I had absinthe recently too and had no hallucinations. I felt kind of short-changed, or I would have done if it hadn't been free. Maybe it was a mistake me sipping it. Are you supposed to down it? Snort it? Heaven forfend, inject it? Does anybody know?

lekvar

00:41 / 24.01.05

I had the same experience, * Brigade. I'm under the impression that one has to injest a lot of the vile stuff in order to get the hallucinatory effects, and I've read numerous reports that the hallucinations are mild at best. All I got for my troubles was a bad taste in my mouth.

alas

01:32 / 24.01.05

All I got for my troubles was a bad taste in my mouth.

I think I want this on my tombstone.

Not that I'll have a tombstone, but, you know, my virtual tombstone.

Here's a morbid thought: do you ever think about if you die, will someone you know think to tell Barbelith? And, is a single conversation thread enough, or will I look down from my heavenly laptop and say: those bastards! A thread on toenail fungus can go 12 pages and my death only gets 2.5 before people wander off?