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Ain't no party like a Lateshift party!

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04:13 / 01.08.07

Just munster and cheddar melted in with some cheap pasta, dosed heavily with salt and pepper. I only try to really cook when I'm doing it for someone else. Outside of deserts, I generally just make things hot enough to eat, if it's just me. Put on heat; wait.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

04:15 / 01.08.07

Now I'm listening to some Tricky.

Hmm. Transcribing. Right. That thing I need to do.

Kali, Queen of Kitteh

04:19 / 01.08.07

Aw. Dudes, I very rarely ask for the "Does my personal writing suck?" hope, but seriously...

Does it suck?

04:24 / 01.08.07

It most certainly does not suck, however the layout is a killer the way everything in written so large and confined width wise.

04:30 / 01.08.07

Must look different on your monitor than mine, V. No problems with the layout, here, and none with the writing. Not sucking at all.

Much very sad/uncomfortable, yes, but the accent thing made me laugh. I ain't ever getting rid of mine, entirely, I'm afraid.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

04:31 / 01.08.07

Pretty clean, conversational bloggeding. As to the layout, I'd swap the white column to the left instead of the white - my eyes naturally focus to the left so the dark green's a bit of a fuzz-brain. It don't suck.

04:33 / 01.08.07

mmm.... mac and cheese with bacon crumbled in. Now, I want that.

04:51 / 01.08.07

Had to put some corndogs in the oven to make myself feel better about the simple mac & cheese. Not gourmet, no, but, y'know, it's beef byproducts wrapped in bread. On a stick!

Unfortunately, what I really want now is bacon and broccoli, and I've got neither on hand.

04:56 / 01.08.07

the only bacon I have is low fat chicken bacon. Ugh.

04:58 / 01.08.07

Wait, you can put 'low fat', 'chicken' and bacon in one sentence? I'm half expecting the police to come knock down my door just for doing it to pose the question.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

05:00 / 01.08.07

"Y'got something 'gainst fried pig meat, hippie?" the police officer will ask.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

05:01 / 01.08.07

I've hit the end of 26 pages of story, 8.030 words. Big draft. This is only a little over halfway done.

05:05 / 01.08.07

Actually, here in Nebraska? Yeah, they pr'y would.

You should've seen the looks I got in the grocery store, trying to explain I just wanted some sweet & sour chicken in a little microwavable package, so I could dump it on some rice. 'You mean, sweet and sour like the sauce you get at McDonalds?' Did find some free trade coffee, finally, though.

If I throw a peace sign or horns at one more person for saying something that befuddles me, the police may actually be forced by law to break my fingers. Relatively sure if somebody grumbled 'goddammed hippie,' I'd be the only one in the joint to actually turn around and look to see if they meant me.

05:12 / 01.08.07

I put in a Dylan album in the middle of posting that. Didn't hit me until just now. Bringing it All Back Home.

Oh, God.

The mammal meats will save me, right?

05:13 / 01.08.07

Have you hugged a tree recently?

05:16 / 01.08.07

Hey! That was consensual!

I mean platonic. That was entirely platonic.

Kali, Queen of Kitteh

05:17 / 01.08.07

I did. And it scratched me terribly.

Fucking tree.

G'night, loves. Time for this ole' lady to go to sleep. Thanks for kind words said about mental maunderings.

05:17 / 01.08.07

Night, Kali. Have a good sleep; baby the scratches.

05:18 / 01.08.07

G'night Kali.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

05:20 / 01.08.07

G'night, O Breaker of Worlds.

Supreme Beings of Leisure is playing now, setting my mood.

I think I'll do some bloggeding and then head for bed. Early shift tomorrow.

05:46 / 01.08.07

Night, Papers. Anybody else who's getting ready to crash.

I'd like to, but apparently it's still work-time in overseas, so I'm stuck fielding e-mails for now. Good stuff only lasts so long, and now I'm explaining that kidnapping isn't just somebody getting absconded and maybe returned. There's lasting trauma and horror. I shouldn't have to explain this to anyone who has walked the planet for more than half a year, I think.

Brain so slow. Whisky bottle so empty. Sleepy cat on my leg so warm.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

05:50 / 01.08.07

Have good cat snuggles. I'm going to slide into my sadly empty bed (ah, the tragedy of living apart) and pass out in a fit of ridiculousness. Maybe I'll read an old Legion comic on the way.

05:59 / 01.08.07

I too will call it an evening,

Goodnight fellow shifters, wherever you may be.

06:47 / 01.08.07

At which point Evil Scientist turned up. He'd been lost in a sea of Facebook friends for the past few days, despite swearing blind he wasn't going to get involved in such an internet fad.

"What do I need it for?" he would say "I probably can't use it at work and Barbelith's enough online social networking for me."

But then his brother pointed out "Evil," he'd say "I'm off to Australia soon with my betrothed. So be a good chap and hop on there so I can talk and exchange photos and other such rubbish with you."

So there Evil Scientist is. Knee deep in Pirate vrs Ninja, and Fightpoking his friends (and people who he vaguely knows but whom apparently are now also friends). He wandered into the Barbelith on Facestab group yet no-one had the groovy superspy names like they do on here and so it felt alien and uncomfortable (and not in the good way). Also, he thinks it may have been abandoned.

Still, brother's stag weekend starts on Friday. Which will be fun, and painful.

08:03 / 01.08.07

Huh. I hung onto the shift long enough, I've gone over the ocean and hit another hemisphere's lateshift. Which is a dayshift. Truly, is this evil science at work.

08:14 / 01.08.07

Truely, although technically I should be in Work Shift as I'm slacking off in the lab.

08:20 / 01.08.07

Well, technically I'm still on the clock, myself. Otherwise, I would have lapsed into a coma by this point. Doing a lot of nothing all day was exhausting enough, but apparently it's been decided I should have the serious discussions and respond intelligently to analyses and criticism and commercial concerns at, oh, four in the a.m.

I may have a rep as a nightbird, but really, some people treat it like the mythic end of the spectrum is the reality. But, since they pay...

08:47 / 01.08.07

4am? Ouch! I presume you are making close personal friends with gallons of coffee then?

08:57 / 01.08.07

The first several cups of which were dosed with increasingly regrettable amounts of whisky. A day of comics and music and doing as little actual responsible stuff as possible was supposed to be capped off with some whisky and coffee and then deep, deep sleep. I should just get a proper job, maybe, for the schedule.

No, nevermind. This isn't quite that bad. And, really, the inanest parts of my work validate so much of my worldview and make me feel almost normal and connected to the world, by comparison.

09:24 / 01.08.07

At least you don't have to deal with the inner mysteries of an oxygen probe. I mean, 150%! What the hell is that all about?

09:30 / 01.08.07

I mean, 150%! What the hell is that all about?

It's enthusiastic and has strong work ethic? Trying too hard? Or, it lies.

I'm gonna go with 'lies,' I think. It encourages paranoia.

11:02 / 01.08.07

All the probes plot against me you know. They're in it with the -70c freezers.

Tis true, tis conspiracy.

20:47 / 01.08.07

I've just found my twin on the internet.
And he's in porn.

I had to zoom in on the photo to make sure it wasn't me.
Which is, I suppose, slightly worrying.

20:57 / 01.08.07

Princess, nobody recognizes themselves in photos/video. Unless there's an identifying birthmark.

BTW, nice to see you 'round. Or did you not go away and I just made it up in my head?

21:09 / 01.08.07

I have not been full away. But I have interacted much, much less.

I worked out it wasn't me because I would have remembered if I owned a t-shirt made from blue-linen.

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