Late shift yet?

00:18 / 18.07.05

As far as lateshift threadrot goes, it doesn't exist per se, but I'm fairly sure that intelligent and erudite dissection of nebulous concepts is at least frowned upon.

00:22 / 18.07.05

Frowned upon? Jesus, it's fucking anathema.

00:25 / 18.07.05

Actually, I think even using the words "erudite" and "anathema" skirts dangerously close to the edge.

00:29 / 18.07.05

It's okay. I was actually trying to say "antelope". But I lisped, and got most of the letters wrong, and it was all so embarrassing I thought I'd go with it. Please forgive me.

I can't remember exactly WHY "antelope" seemed a decent word to put there, but rest assured, I probably had my reasons.

00:37 / 18.07.05

That's ok. I was reading it as "cantaloupe". But now I'm hungry.

My "erudite" was meant to be "elephant" btw.

00:41 / 18.07.05

The word "cantaloupe" has made you Huguenot?

I'm so confused.

unheimlich manoeuvre

00:43 / 18.07.05

sweet dreams paranoidwriter.

...

Strangely "jesus, it's fucking cantaloupe" is something I often say while out drinking in Shoreditch.

Well I'm glad you settled that matter. I promise not to be fancy in lateshift, EVAR!

00:50 / 18.07.05

Funnily enough "Jesus is fucking Huguenot" is a favourite phrase of mine.

Fancy is fine.

Particularly French Fancies.

And cantaloupe.

paranoidwriter waves hello

00:56 / 18.07.05

All of a sudden cantaloupe sounds like the dirtiest word ever.

01:06 / 18.07.05

Ok, for the the record: I was supposed to go straight to sleep, then saw the wasp thread, had a memory, typed it up, posted it, and so I'm still here. Tut-tut!

Off now though, I swear (as I can't afford any more sleepless nights reading y'all funny words). Sweat dreams monkey-brethren, and Praise Jack!

01:10 / 18.07.05

'night paranoid.

01:43 / 18.07.05

Doing a nightynight thing myself... I actually feel like passing out now. If I wait I'm sure I'll be all awake again, and that sucks, seeing as how I have to be up in about five hours anyway.

Goodnight Barbelith!

21:33 / 18.07.05

Anyone around? Just come back from seeing Morning Bride (mono's band) play probably the best set I've seen them do so far (sounds like damning with faint praise but it's not supposed to- they were fucking great).

Tomorrow I'm going to visit my mum (which I'm looking forward to immensely because my mum's ace) who lives in Yeovil (which I'm not looking forward to going to because I fucking hate the place- hence my living in London), so I'm in a state of anticipation and apprehension.

How's everyone else?

21:45 / 18.07.05

irritable.
procrastination levels are high and i have to leave the house to get internet access.
the two together are making for a work rate of FUCKALL/sec.
not good as i have shit to do.
website design is too damn difficult for its own good, y'know?
i feel like i'm trying to write your friggin 10 album cycle space opera to what i guess might be your specifications, unfortunately having only yesterday picked up a copy of 'play in a day'.
if my guitar was missing the b string.

21:47 / 18.07.05

Ah, the B string's overrated.

Sorry to hear all that, toksik.

22:34 / 18.07.05

its my own fault really.

movements three through six pretty much need a b string, and although i could do some interesting things with a zither on track seven of the last fugue section, i'm thinking a rewrite this late in the day might just make it a bit too... y'know... contrived?
see, i wrote the opera in d, didnt i.
just dont tell me you dont like d, dude.
i dont think i could cope.

22:37 / 18.07.05

D's pretty cool. I figure especially for the part where Lemmy's flying around in his Ace Of Spades-shaped spaceship.

But, y'know. We can nick a B string off someone. It'd be ROCK to do so, in fact.

22:51 / 18.07.05

yeah.
see, flying ace of spades space ships just scream death-dub to me, for some reason.
thats when i've got the hammond organ coming in.
i was gonna go with a didjeridoo solo for the engines...?
with effects, obviously.

22:52 / 18.07.05

Sounds good, but I reckon we should run it past Mr Steinman first. He may want to add a choir of children and a washboard, or something.

23:05 / 18.07.05

well, i've got a choir of children remaining completely silent for sixteen bars at the beggining, so it shouldnt be too hard to get them singing later on...
make em earn their money and all that.

Scrubb is on a downward spiral

23:07 / 18.07.05

Well, totally. While they're there, and all that. We could maybe get them to draw the sleeve artwork as well.

23:14 / 18.07.05

Silent children are *totally* the musical future.

...um. Evening all. I think I'm dying of heatstroke.

23:22 / 18.07.05

My flat is totally too hot.

toksik? You DID remember to ask the children's choir to bring a fan, didn't you?

Scrubb is on a downward spiral

23:24 / 18.07.05

Whoah. This dodgy bootleg of Sin City I picked up in the pub is actually damn good quality. I think it worked better on the big screen, but it's pretty cool even here.

Triplets

23:25 / 18.07.05

It's about 10 celsius here, and I haven't even put the fan on yet. Wait..... ahhhhhhhh, sweet zephyrsss.

23:29 / 18.07.05

I don't deserve silent children waving fans at me - it's entirely my own fault that I'm too hot. For some reason this morning I thought I was back in the UK and dressed for a nice breezy October day in London, rather than a mid-July day in California. I am Teh f00l (teh sweaty f00l, also).

23:30 / 18.07.05

One more beer, I think, and then bed. Possibly with some food first, too.

Goodness Gracious Meme

23:43 / 18.07.05

lo? anyone, hot or cold, still around?

23:54 / 18.07.05

Hey, GGM. I'm just off to bed, though. (I have to go visit my mum tomorrow, and Yeovil's not the place to be hungover). I may be down in your neck of the woods in the next couple of weeks, though- I'll let you know.

23:56 / 18.07.05

still skiving, yep.
i am currently flirting via interweb with people i shall never meet, but am forming strangely satisfying textual relationships with nonetheless.
burds!
babes!
people of the female persuasion!
forty year old guys pretending to be girls by sending me pictures stolen off myspace a little too early in the flow of natural conversation to be women!

god, i should be working.
or sleeping.