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The Late Shift III..(Abbot and Costello meet the Late Shift)

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23:36 / 27.10.02

Fellas, fellas. I'm the chosen one, the slayer of threads. I'm just watching cartoons and fretting about my new temp assignment, which starts tomorrow. And sleep is one of the joys nature affords us.

The Return Of Rothkoid

00:45 / 28.10.02

Well, I am attempting to cheer up. By having just gone out and procured a copy of APhex Twin's Drukqs secondhand for the equivalent of about six quid. That, and The Datsuns' CD, which ROCKS LIKE A BIG, NEW ZEALAND BASTARD THAT THINKS IT'S THE RAMONES.

Which helps.

How we all? Who else be up?

00:45 / 28.10.02

look, I hate to rain on various threadkillahs parades but I seem to do a fair job of bringing threads to silent ends. Just look in the Magic, all it takes is for me to ramble a little bit and pose some odd questions.

00:47 / 28.10.02

I'm up 'n about. Being that I'm at work. Tired, not enjoying Monday at all. Damn that daylight savings!!! Its not saving at all!!!

The Return Of Rothkoid

01:01 / 28.10.02

Yeah. I now have a sleep deficit that's just not gonna get any better...

01:49 / 28.10.02

I'm up, though barely. The cold has moved from my throat full on into my head and I'm watching the World Series, which the Angels are hopefully about to win. Then, the long cold baseball-free winter...

The Return Of Rothkoid

01:54 / 28.10.02

How will you survive, vid?

02:00 / 28.10.02

Well, day light savings time is telling me that it's bedtime. Especially since this new assignment actually wants me there at 8:30, not just trying to figure out what I did with my car keys in a sleepy stupor. So goodnight, huggles, etc.

02:02 / 28.10.02

I don't know, especially now that I'm flipping between the Series and the "Underpants Gnomes" episode of South Park.

And I was perusing yer All Consuming lists and saw the voundon book(s). Have your read The Serpent And The Rainbow yet?

02:21 / 28.10.02

G'day all,
just got back from a weekend spent up in the country at my grandparents place...no computer...no net...no 'Lith.

The Return Of Rothkoid

02:26 / 28.10.02

Step 3: PROFIT!!!!

Ahem.

Well, it's what Einsturzende Neubauten should have now. Given impetus by the post on 'em on yer blog, Vid, I finally got around to signing up.

Um.

And buying the rereleases.

For I am weak.

But have a bitchin' rekkid collection.

I haven't read The Serpent And The Rainbow - gimme a talk-thru. I do, thanks to another 'lither, have about 100 pages of the Gnostic Voodoo cookbook...

Hugses, Maz.

02:36 / 28.10.02

anychance i could get some of that cookbook sent my way?

03:06 / 28.10.02

I was just curious, since I caught a few seconds of the terrible flick on telly earlier. But the book's quite good, written by an ethno-botanist or summat, who goes to Haiti to investigate the real zombification concoction. S'true stuff, no Wes Craven fiction, so that's what makes it worthwhile. No-one buried alive, but pleny of rilly inneresting little facts. And the whole pufferfish connection, which is where the neurotoxin that's used in the old-school potion comes from, as Homer Simpson can tell you.

The Apple-Picker

03:14 / 28.10.02

"So You're Going to Die."

03:24 / 28.10.02

Anyone still there? Is BarbeTime 6 hours ahead now?? Odd... A fun Sunday filled with caffeine and fun research into 16th century travellers' accounts of the Ottoman Empire. Mmm. Ottomans...

03:42 / 28.10.02

Ah time for bed anyways. Special thanks for tonight to impulsivelad and I.M.P.

The Apple-Picker

03:43 / 28.10.02

Nighty-night.

Less searchable M0rd4nt

21:27 / 28.10.02

I've got a stinking cold and Lurid's gone down the pub. Who wants to be the on the vent end of my spleen?

21:55 / 28.10.02

Me Me!! Pick me!!

*Trijhaos jumps around wildly waving his arms*

Come on!! Pick me!

The Return Of Rothkoid

21:56 / 28.10.02

I have a kidney-dish for that spleen. At the moment, I'm drinking tea from it.

22:24 / 28.10.02

Well, I have the urge to lick each and every one of your faces, but you're all on different continents.

I started being a temp for the New York State comptroller's office today. So far in temp assignments I have been paid to do virtually nothing. Is this the case with all temp assignments, or am I just getting lucky.

ONLY NICE THINGS

22:32 / 28.10.02

Spleen over here good, but bagsy I start.

I'm exhausted. I am so run down that an infection has taken root at the back of my mouth and it now hurts whenever I swallow. I know from experience that this infection will remain there until I get a good night's sleep. This could be weeks hence. And I am going to be up for at least another hour or so scanning, a job a reasonably able chimpanzee could do with its feet.

I appear to be the only person in my office aware of the fact that the damn thing is closing down in a week's time and everything has to be moved out. Whenever I mention this to anyone else their eyes unfocus for a second and they sound teribly sincere about how important it is to get this sorted, before returning to telling me what they want me to do with the time I might reasonably be spending shutting down the office.

I found out today that the person I was going to meet on Thursday, who could reasonably be described as one of the few people in this world I truly love, is going to be unable to make it because they are going to be in surgery. And I am so scared and worried and wanting to rush out of London to give cuddles and tea, and instead am scanning. A job blah blah chimpanzee blah feet.

Meanwhile, various worthies appear to have decided to join the line dance on my one remaining nerve, selecting a medley of old classics.

So. Yes. Spleen.

The Return Of Rothkoid

22:42 / 28.10.02

Ach. Splenetic condolences. If it makes you feel any better, I'm still not sleeping, and am still eating my own liver regularly.

And I seem to have some weird kind of reflux thing happening now, too. Which is nice, as I'm sure I'll soon be drinking bottles of antacid straight, much like Sam Rothstein. But hey, maybe i'll be able to predict the spread on that big game next week.

Maz: facelicking? Oooh. Que pasa?

Mordant: have you just dropped off the barbeplane for this evening?

Less searchable M0rd4nt

23:16 / 28.10.02

I'm still here. I was rendered temporarily incommunicado by the return of Lurid.

Haus: Commiz. Have you tried shouting at the office people? Doesn't sound like you could make things much worse, and it might help. It might at least relive your feelings. Ignore linedancing. Assumptions surrounding What That Nasty Haus Fellow Must Be Saying seem to be interfering with perception of actual post content.

Sending non-splenetic vibes to all and sundry, and ditching for tonight.

ONLY NICE THINGS

23:22 / 28.10.02

Sleep well, woobles.

ONLY NICE THINGS

23:22 / 28.10.02

Sleep well, woobles.

The Return Of Rothkoid

23:28 / 28.10.02

Ach. Night night, kids.

May Eugene send you to sleep, with care and childish love.

00:28 / 29.10.02

Damn you, Roth. Damn you.

I feel like Charlton Heston.

00:45 / 29.10.02

Re: Licking.

I don't know. I've just been feeling sorta erratic lately. Maybe it's the 8-5 behaving myself and trying to pass for not-odd that makes it build up in my brain. (Behaving myself- not screaming, cackling, breaking things, chewing on things, drawing cartoons of co-workers being attacked by wildlife, rearranging the filing cabinets of others, hiding small change in places that it'll fall out later.) Stretched out over enough time, all of this is relatively mild. Concentrated, and I start acting really stupid.

Thus, you all get licked. And if pennies start falling out of your pillowcase, it wasn't me.

The Return Of Rothkoid

01:28 / 29.10.02

Cool. My afternoon's livened up already!

Vid: *hollow laughter*

01:34 / 29.10.02

I thought you were going to bed. Here I've been, pining...like Charleton Heston.

I think that it's National Do Things Like Charleton Heston Day.

The Return Of Rothkoid

01:43 / 29.10.02

You damn, dirty fictionsuit!

Why would I go to bed? It's quarter to three in the afternoon. I am, however, listening to the streamed audio (well, I can't exactly watch the video at work, can I?) of EN's studio experiments. And some of it is goooood.

01:44 / 29.10.02

So now I'm eating donuts, drinkin' milk, and watching CSI Miami. More work tomorrow, as always, but I'm at least able to read the 'Lith there.

01:53 / 29.10.02

Ah CSI:M. My boy Red Caruso doing his thang! Go Red.

Roth: misread a post above. How the hell can I keep straight what time it is there? You're all backwards and upside down and whatnot on that big island o' yours.

I need to listen to more of the streaming stuff. RIght now I've got Jessica Bailiff, a Kranky release. But it's a review thing, so...I'm tiring of it. Even though it's good.

02:01 / 29.10.02

I gotta go to bed, but it was fun talking to all of you, as it always is. I do wish I lived nearer you all. Even though I'd have to break myself into bits.

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