I expect to see the Lateshift file on my desk in the morning

03:08 / 26.10.07

Is it too early for us to have lateshift?

03:18 / 26.10.07

After much consideration, I dont believe it is. How's you?

03:22 / 26.10.07

Good. I made a fabulous risotto for dinner with leftovers for tomorrow at work, I acquired some chocolate for the house, and now I'm thinking about having raspberry tea.

03:23 / 26.10.07

You traded your house for chocolate? Was it magic chocolate?

03:35 / 26.10.07

Yes. Magic chocolate that grows beanstalks.

03:37 / 26.10.07

If you're interested in moving some of that chocolate on, I do believe I have a magick cow, here I could be persuaded to trade. She's invisible, weightless, and never makes a sound. Also, the milk gives you special visions.

03:40 / 26.10.07

HI DN. Glad to see they let you into the company.

03:48 / 26.10.07

I lied on my resume. Nobody's caught it yet, and I hope to be in the high levels before I get found out.

High enough to run to South America with a suitcase fulla money.

Or, this company, not the Company! Nevermind.

03:52 / 26.10.07

Well ofcourse you lied on your resume. We knew that. We liked that.

03:53 / 26.10.07

After you've been with this company for six months, they give you a suitcase full of money as a gift.

Of course, the money is all in pesos.

Of course, the pesos are fake.

But the gift is a symbolic act.

It's high-class chocolate, dark and sexy.

After a year, they let you in on the cameras in all the rooms, producing a saucy cinema verite film.

04:00 / 26.10.07

After two years they give you the keys to the washroom. Ofcourse they dont work. But its a symbolic act.

04:01 / 26.10.07

Strange, but its at that time that most people annouce they're quiting. Usually with another symbolic act.

04:02 / 26.10.07

The chocolate's real. The cinema is saucy. So I suppose I can look the other way on the fake money. Or blow it on a fake Panama hat on a fake tropical beach on a fake vacation-like moment of exile.

And my TV-like project's release has been postponed. Which is kinda sad. I was all giddy with anticipation. Because nothing says brilliant like last-minute drunken humor placed carefully in the hands of tech people.

04:13 / 26.10.07

I haven't touched the hotel detective story in nearly a month, which means it's about time for me to hit it again and try to make it mine. Which might renew me from this damned dry spell.

04:22 / 26.10.07

DId Hotels ever actually have their own detectives?

04:25 / 26.10.07

It's almost sad, how interested I am in how your chimp genital research feeds into murders and lizards. And, y'know, I need a Templechurch fix.

04:25 / 26.10.07

This one does. In my mind, it's like stores having store detectives and hotels having hotel doctors. It just has to be.

04:31 / 26.10.07

Don't worry, Daytrip, there will be more. I've just hit a bad spot with the creativity simultaneously with the bad spot of work situation. I'm about ready to attack the story again so I don't feel like such a failure.

04:42 / 26.10.07

Cool.

Hopefully your work sitch has settled down some, too?

04:43 / 26.10.07

Nope. But I'm striving to achieve some mental balance so that it won't screw me up so much. Plus, going to start looking for a new job that isn't connected to massive upheaval.

Today was a pretty good day, following a string of very bad ones. I think things are looking up. Plus, two weeks until my birthday and it's autumn! Which is my favourite season.

04:50 / 26.10.07

Two weeks to the day?

04:53 / 26.10.07

About two weeks. 8th of November.

05:01 / 26.10.07

Since this is the only board I frequent frequently, I still have that jar every so often, where I realize I know people here but I don't know people here. Like, everybody here's got birthdays - of course they have birthdays, right? - but I don't know anybody's, except maybe Dead Meg's, due to the birthday thread. Y'all could be pod people who have hatching nights, instead, and tubes that come out the back of your necks, and I would never know!

So the birthdays humanize in my mind, which I'm sure fills everyone with contentedness and bliss.

05:17 / 26.10.07

*hides breeding tubes & pod-phelgm behind his back*

Of course! Humanizing! Of course!

When's your birthday, anyway?

05:19 / 26.10.07

September twenty-fourth. So, a month ago yesterday.

Except I was visiting a friend who didn't have a calendar handy, so we convinced ourselves it was my b-day a day early and spent all that time celebrating a common everyday unbirthday. And then had to top it on the real day, just for the principle of the thing.

05:23 / 26.10.07

Pod people? Why..that's..thats crazy talk is what that is.

Pod..sheesh!

Im just regular folks like you. I get up just like you and put my pants on one tentacle at a time just like you.

05:24 / 26.10.07

You're dripping ichor on the carpet again.

05:26 / 26.10.07

sorry, I tend to drool when I start thinking thoughts.

05:31 / 26.10.07

Yeah, can you keep it down with the thoughts? You project them, and I can't handle all of this terrible, alien geometry mashing against the insides of my brain.

05:34 / 26.10.07

Oh, there you go again with your brains and your geometry! Poor little me over in a corner, all shades of shimmering blue and the last three notes of Dixie and not a shape or a bit of gray matter to my name.

05:36 / 26.10.07

Thats cause my zombies visited you first. They do that. Eat grey matter.

Well i shall let them feast and I must bid you all a good night. Planets to takeover in the morning, y'understand, right?

05:44 / 26.10.07

Any cosmic dictator worth his beans (ripped directly from the stomachs of children) goes to bed early to be refreshed and particularly cosmic for the purposes of conquest. Have a good night, and try not to kill too many people with your tangibly manifested night terrors, 'kay?

05:51 / 26.10.07

Night, V.

I actually kinda wish I could go to sleep, now, but there's laundry going and I need to switch it over. And if that's all I have to complain about in life, I should reward myself with a bagel.

And I will.

06:11 / 26.10.07

So the bagel needed eggs for company. And the eggs needed spicing and salsa-ing. And then there was cream cheese, which brought its good friend rum to the party. And now I'm back and am I the last shifter standing (or, typing)? When does the eastern hemisphere contingency kick in? Or is that only the ultra-rare afternoon-here/some-other-time-there shift?