Nice, but there's still no pic. Someone LOLbuddha us, and LOLbuddha us good! Pic and text and kittteh!

All I have are pictures of a dog eating a carrot and me asleep on a boat. These sound better than they are.

Papess

04:12 / 30.11.07

Erm, yeah...I can do that.

Look in the Kitteh thread.

Papess

Okeh, sated. And settled into the notion that this will just remain a picture-less thread, because Veng won't grace us with... sob.

And someone brought me fried mushrooms in lemon pepper! Yay and yum. Of course, then they left, which is less yay, but well, at least they thought of me enough to bring food.

And there's a confirmation on tonight's celebratory liquid serving.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

04:20 / 30.11.07

I want lemon pepper. And more iced tea, apparently.

Papess

04:21 / 30.11.07

Sated? Oh crumb. I worked hard on those.

Why are people delivering food to you without your knowledge, Deca?

Saint Keggers

04:24 / 30.11.07

WEll good people,its time for me to go toe bed. Gnight all.

This Sunday

04:25 / 30.11.07

They're very proud of the dish and have grand dreams of being on the Food Network some day... and apparently I looked like I was starved earlier. I'd argue out of principle, but, no I wouldn't because I don't turn down food. Out of principle.

What's weirding me a bit is that they delivered and then disappeared. I mean, you bring a dish all hot and yummy, you don't just pop back out with a bye, enjoy, and go on your way. That's not how it's done!

Papess

04:25 / 30.11.07

me too. must sleep.

This Sunday

04:26 / 30.11.07

G'night, then, those heading for bed.

I'll enjoy my mushrooms, and hopefully Papers will enjoy more tea.

Come back by and shift again soon and all that.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

04:27 / 30.11.07

I'm still here. Spelunking the music forum in search of new tunes. Though that Vonnegut is whispering things to me again.

This Sunday

04:32 / 30.11.07

I have a formula of injustice in literature that goes something like 'X is dead... and Tom Wolfe is still allowed to write books,' I have to append Vonnegut to, now that he, too, has sadly had his career halted by the being dead thing. (Started with a Thomas Wolfe vs Tom Wolfe sentiment, and it sorta rolled downhill gathering icy laments from there.)

I really want to tear my apartment up looking for the paperback of Cat's Cradle I know is hiding around.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

04:41 / 30.11.07

I'd like to finish Cat's Cradle one day - halfway through I lost all interest. But it had a lot of good stuff in there, as well.

I still think I like Sirens of Titan best, though.

I found an old klezmer song I really like! Palesteena! "She was fat but she got leaner, leaning on her concetina..."

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

05:48 / 30.11.07

'k, I'm jetting for the night. Need to clean up my eye and then lie in the dark with some random CBC podcast until I'm lulled into the not-thinking and then the yes-dreaming.

Liger Null

02:02 / 01.12.07

What's weirding me a bit is that they delivered and then disappeared. I mean, you bring a dish all hot and yummy, you don't just pop back out with a bye, enjoy, and go on your way.

Maybe they're made from POISON MUSHROOMS!!!! Muahahahahaha!

Or maybe the person is like me and self-conscious about their cooking.

This Sunday

02:14 / 01.12.07

Well, if it's poison, it's slow-acting. But they're not forthcoming with an explanation beyond not wanting to disturb me.

I always feel a little like a jerk telling people it's perfectly fine for them to disturb me, but I did my best.

Hellloooo Everyone!

Keep the noise down.

Hey, Veng.

Whomever else is around.

How's all?

Saint Keggers

03:19 / 01.12.07

Im alright. I just finished a three day painting stint and now I have until next wednesday off.

and you?

Very happy that I don't get hangovers. Because I drank enough last night I really should still have one.

This Sunday

03:40 / 01.12.07

And I'm still in shock - shock I tell you - at how impervious to small moments of kindness or pain Hollywood people are. I keep trying to pretend like I live on the same planet just 'cause I live in the same geographic region, but fuck, someone recently asked my why someone in a script would walk over and help someone up who had just fallen, when they don't know them. And, why a woman would go to dinner with a group of friends knowing someone who used her callously was also going to be there, and then just sit and eat her soup, not addressing the issue or the person at all.

I should stop using the strike as an excuse to run stuff by people for suggestions and commentary. The hell with the peanut gallery.

Anyhow, how long's the mural got left, do you figure?

Saint Keggers

03:43 / 01.12.07

Maybe you can try to sell your scripts up in Canada?

I figure minimum another 2 bouts of 3 days and a final three day for the bcakground

This Sunday

03:54 / 01.12.07

I shouldn't even say/write 'people' since I basically just mean men. By and large I find working with women to be much less head-stabby in this town. LA wants to make me a misandrist. But, yeah, I'm thinking Canada might be a good leap for me. Amy Burt's This Boy was Canadian after all, and I love that thing atrociously.

I accidentally got my grandparents in a minor argument on the phone the other day, because my grandma took umbrage at my referencing myself as a southerner. She's pretty sure her Canadian blood trumps anything else. My grandpa, hot-blooded southerner as he is, disagreed and the two literally cut me out of the conversation to continue the argument. United only in their conviction that everybody between is inferior to either... okeh, not quite that bad, but it was a little weird and I did suddenly get a yen for Alberta.

This Sunday

03:58 / 01.12.07

As much as I'd like to tell a couple of eighty-year-olds to play nice, I suppose they need their fun.

Heck, when I'm that age I just hope I ain't alone, arguing with myself about whether coffee trumps whisky or the other way 'round, too senile to understand they can be mixed.

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