Hello? Is this thing on? *tap tap tap*

15:56 / 20.08.06

451 words of fiction since my last post ~ who wants to touch me (except for 33).

Heh. I've played lots of World of Warcraft since mine. I was starting to think I'd had a productive afternoon, but it would appear not.

18:35 / 20.08.06

w0000t, 1012 words of sci fi down, first short fiction I've written in months

Awesome. My girlfriend got tired of me whinging about having no ideas and set me a task to write her the start of a decent story in half an hour. Worked like a charm. I love deadlines, me.

miss wonderstarr

18:53 / 20.08.06

Good work, Dave... that's an afternoon well-spent.

miss wonderstarr

19:34 / 20.08.06

I've just closed at 1740 but to be honest I don't know how good it is. Still, writing anything is something, isn't it?

19:38 / 20.08.06

Absolutely - let the concept of the Shitty First Draft set you free!

19:49 / 27.08.06

Anyone around then? Cos that flatshare post has been top for at least an hour....

19:55 / 27.08.06

Also here. Just being mute and mysterious.

Ganesh

19:59 / 27.08.06

Yep. Being vaguely hungover.

20:06 / 27.08.06

Excellent - that's what Bank Holiday Sundays are for - what's folks going to be doing with their Mondays off (Ganesh, appreciate this doesn't apply to you, sorry!)

COG

20:22 / 27.08.06

hello all, I shall be checking my updated CV and writing a new cover letter. Plus maybe call a couple of jobs. Boring.

Saint Keggers

21:24 / 27.08.06

I too am here.

and here.

COG

21:28 / 27.08.06

my word.... I wasn't in a coma. Time ...seemed to...stand...still.

What's up? watch yer doin'? How's things going??????

I'm so bored

Feverfew

06:17 / 04.10.06

No-one seems to be around.

I feel like the first person up, at the moment, marvelling at the sunlight with my hand above my eyes, padding around barefoot on the wooden floors and making hot chocolate while trying not to wake anyone else.

08:16 is apparently a time when not many other people are Barbelithing.

Disco is My Class War

06:25 / 04.10.06

It's 5.25pm here. I'm just winding up for the day.

I live on upside down time.

08:10 / 08.12.06

Hellooo? Anyone here? I've been away ages, and it feels like I'm alllllll alone.

10:13 / 10.03.07

Talk to me. I do not wish to clean the kitchen and Barbelith is my only alternative.

10:54 / 10.03.07

Procrastinate away, princess. I too don't want to clean my kitchen, and my head is still melting from watching Inland Empire last night. I've taken Sheena for a nice walk, and am meeting some other Barbeloids later for a drink, but I'm thinking I may go and get a beer from the fridge now.

11:13 / 10.03.07

I might go and get some cheese from the fridge.

And I'm going to have another sloe-gin and tonic. They are so good.

Triplets

11:26 / 10.03.07

I think you should both clean your kitchens. What would your mothers think?

Nothing good. That's what.

11:29 / 10.03.07

It's her kitchen too!

Sibelian 2.0

11:34 / 10.03.07

I relate to your kitchen fear. Mine is eyeing me as I type, from the bottom of the corridor, grey, sullen, imposing and untidy. Light is glinting off something hanging haphazardly from the washing-up bowl. It could be a can-opener, or a garlic press.

Shudder.

11:52 / 10.03.07

Just went for an allegedly hangover-curing breakfast which didn't actually cure my hangover.

Beer it is.

11:52 / 10.03.07

The bin is drooling at me. Who know's what those damp liquids mean to his species? His sack is visibly swollen with refuse. It sends out a confusing mixture of smells towards me, a message in it's own language:

I'm a dirty, dirty boy...

Sibelian 2.0

10:14 / 11.03.07

And now at last it IS Sunday, and I have conquered my fear. It *was* a garlic press, but I persevered. I am *virtuous*, although I smell somewhat of garlic.

I'm in the living room. It's messy and is harassing me apathetically with reproachful vibes.

11:23 / 11.03.07

After a hard day's drinking with Alex's Gran (blimey, that old lady sure can put it away) I appear to have completely knackered my left arm. I don't think it's actually broken, but it hurts like fuck. None of the people who were there remember how I may have done this- I can only assume I took a fall on the way home.

Ow.

Oh well. Going to see NIN tonight, and I'm sure physical pain will only enhance the experience.

14:34 / 17.05.07

I has no image editor for to make cat macros.

Mistoffelees

14:46 / 17.05.07

Use gimp, and the Memecats shall smile on you.