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What are you looking at?

  
 
Mourne Kransky
19:59 / 10.03.02
Not in a Travis Bickle kind of way but in a "ZoCher's bored and thrashing around for a frothy thread title" way.

What are looking at (apart from the monitor obviously) when you post here? Dirty laundry? Grubby internet cafe

I have the darkened city of Edinburgh to my right (with some boring tenement flat windows lit up and the floodlit spire of a church) and straight ahead is a halogen lamp which we still haven't got round to buying a new bulb for.

And a framed papyrus of Queen Nut, arching her starry belly over the earth to constitute the Ancient Egyptian heavens, with hundreds of little Egyptians under her abdominal aegis.

Which is right above the time warped cd collection which plays as I surf, Bowie, Eno etc. And more than a few empty cans of Stella (hic).
 
 
w1rebaby
20:05 / 10.03.02
Stop it. You're making me jealous.

I try not to look around too much because my room is a terrible disgrace to the world. Mostly, it's huge disorganised piles of CDs, dirty clothes and empty bottles.

At work, though, there's the entire office floor to consider (open-plan, not even high desk dividers) plus the stuff on my monitor. An aeroplane made from coke cans. A small cactus. A furby from McDonalds that works only to emit random sounds, very quietly, that disturb me and make me think my computer is breaking down.
 
 
bitchiekittie
20:17 / 10.03.02
my chest. Im fascinated
 
 
bitchiekittie
20:19 / 10.03.02
...actually thats just a distraction from what I really desire - the pint of ben and jerrys phish food ice cream. mmmmmm, 1/3 full, my friends. one third full
 
 
uncle retrospective
20:52 / 10.03.02
Well, I'm looking at a bank of 21 tv monitors, 3 computer monitors and a huge desk of brightly coloured butons and faders.

bitchiekittie's view sounds much more intresting.
 
 
Captain Zoom
09:00 / 11.03.02
bitchiekittie's chest. I'm fascinated too.

Zoom.
 
 
Captain Zoom
09:03 / 11.03.02
(Meanwhile in the real world)

At work, I'm looking out the front of the store at the nutrition store across the way. Surrounded by books and comics that I probably ought to be putting away rather than messing about here.

At home (right now) my desk. Marillion CD library, some comics and books that need to go away, my horrifying Alice in Wonderland action figures (and one of Jesus, no shit). Behind me are stacked to the gills bookcases of GN's, novels, binders, magazines and miscellaneous crap. I have an untidy mind that reflects on my office.

Zoom.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
09:04 / 11.03.02
A note taped to my monitor reading "Oi! Mordant! You should be working!" with an addendum to the effect that one shoudln't drink and post, both of which I am ignoring, a slice of oven pizza, an empty coffee mug, and another week before I see Lurid Archive again. Which I will fill with beer, gawwth music, beer, miserable songs, beer, bad romantic poetry, and beer. <Snots all over the place and knocks beer onto keyboard>
 
 
bitchiekittie
09:04 / 11.03.02
ah, christ. Im running away before someone makes a reference to a penis in my ear!
 
 
uncle retrospective
09:06 / 11.03.02
quote:Originally posted by bitchiekittie:
ah, christ. Im running away before someone makes a reference to a penis in my ear!


It's ok, there's no sign of the Haus.
 
 
Naked Flame
09:55 / 11.03.02
I'm looking at the events of this weekend in my mind's eye.

Mmmmmm
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
09:55 / 11.03.02
<Falls face down on floor snivelling and singing Leonard Cohen>
 
 
bitchiekittie
09:55 / 11.03.02
if I were a poet, or clever (preferrably both, if Im fantasizing..add rich and "with really incredibly amazing memory" while we are at it), Id quite like to do something lovely and witty for mordant and zocher, both of whom I adore
 
 
iratescottishgit
09:55 / 11.03.02
the dull lighting of Aberdeen to my left and a large pile of clean clothing (which I never seem to finish putting away) jesus its cold in this city....
 
 
iratescottishgit
09:55 / 11.03.02
would much prefer to sit watching bitchiekittie's chest........ breath in and out in and out...... aaahhhh!!
 
 
iratescottishgit
09:55 / 11.03.02
hmm that last one actually reads quite disgustingly.... I think I should clarify that nothing immoral was going on, just the voices in my head taking over
 
 
Traz
09:55 / 11.03.02
I'm looking at an ominous deadline, a computer that has a better tan than I do, two bookcases filled with all sorts of literary works, one neatly-made bed and a dresser with a paintless spot in the shape of a long since departed Pac-Man sticker.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
09:55 / 11.03.02
<waving beer can around and tripping over extension cord>

Hallelujah! Haaaaleluejia! Hallelujah! Hale-LUUUU-ye-a-ARR! Fuck you you brfrglsblurlblshlup. Lissen, I faaaahrkin loveyer, awwright? Yer my beshtisht frenshbluble. What comes after the bit about being in the bath, anyway?
 
 
bitchiekittie
09:55 / 11.03.02
chicken nuggets?
 
 
deja_vroom
09:55 / 11.03.02
At work: My backpack at my right. It's upon an electric type-writer. Behind it, a pile of paper. To the left, between the monitor and a laser-printer, more paper and some diskettes. There's a mug of coffee (horrible horrible coffee. bad coffee). At the far left, more computers and desks, and wide windows with the blinds shut, because people, really, it's a hell of a hot day here today. To my far left, office supply room, cafeteria. Above me, a multitude of bored gods do noting but sweat over my freshly washed head. Monday, baby.
 
 
deja_vroom
09:55 / 11.03.02
At work: My backpack at my right. It's upon an electric type-writer. Behind it, a pile of paper. To the left, between the monitor and a laser-printer, more paper and some diskettes. There's a mug of coffee (horrible horrible coffee. bad coffee). At the far left, more computers and desks, and wide windows with the blinds shut, because people, really, it's a hell of a hot day here today. To my far left, office supply room, cafeteria. Above me, a multitude of bored gods do noting but sweat over my freshly washed head. Monday, baby.
 
 
Sauron
09:55 / 11.03.02
A marathon runner, the future leader of the Tory party and a fucking messy desk.
 
 
Less searchable M0rd4nt
09:55 / 11.03.02
I've been looking at this.
 
 
Haus about we all give each other a big lovely huggle?
09:55 / 11.03.02
quote:Originally posted by bitchiekittie:
if I were a poet, or clever, Id quite like to do something lovely and witty for mordant and zocher, both of whom I adore

Well, you could stick your...oh, hang on. No, that would be logistically awkward. And arguably unwelcome.

[ 11-03-2002: Message edited by: Tannhauser ]
 
 
We're The Great Old Ones Now
09:55 / 11.03.02
I'm looking at my walls and wondering what possessed me to paint my study mint.

I must have been insane.

Or terminally cheery in a depressed sort of way.

When I have dealt with the slight roof-leaking issue, I shall repaint the study in a decent colour.

Suggestions appreciated.
 
 
bitchiekittie
10:32 / 11.03.02
quote:Originally posted by Tannhauser:
Well, you could stick your...oh, hang on. No, that would be logistically awkward. And arguably unwelcome.

passing mythological figures (the species name has since escaped me) have stolen my penis from me long ago. yet I still mourn its passing with frequent, impotent thrustings of my phantom organ.

forgive me
 
 
Haus about we all give each other a big lovely huggle?
10:34 / 11.03.02
Hang on....the last time I heard that story I was seven years old and...

Dad? Is that you?
 
  
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