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[12 Nov 2004|09:34am] |
Another morning, another waking up to find i've left a LOTR dvd on the menu, repeating at me. I suppose it is some folly to put a three hour film on when you're recently home drunk and will clearly not last the course.
I suppose I wasn't really. Worked for two hours with Aleks and Andy, carrying out my usual laborous activities, then came out to the bar to tip some more Guiness down me. Spent a lot of the rest of the evening talking about U2 with Bolb.
Yes. Happily, they're back. Cats to be found on the way back, and what cats. GD1, that's what....ginger fluffbag extrordinaire, mooching around the edge of an old chapel, ready to follow us, which he did; all the way to....
A NEW CAT! And his name? The Bone Collector, named by Bolb. Who else?
He is a massive barrel cat, a tabby...with eyes like giant's conkers. GD1 and he stood off in front of our sniggering faces.........we would have waited ages for a cat scrap, but a shadowy figure walked along the road behind us, causing us to leave.
Still, cats....Des awaited us at home, bell ringing like a stupid church bell for microbes. We poked food at him and laughed as he stood in the doorway staring at us. Ball Booted Bastard.
Morning then.
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[12 Nov 2004|10:45am] |
The internet is duller these days. I'm sure it is. There is good stuff there if you look for it, but the magic is gone. A few years ago, it used to be my pleasure to get an hour online in the dial up days, racking up the phone bill, just to be on a little longer.
Back then talking to people in real time was new, regardless of the fact that many chat rooms were populated by people whose grasp of English was as good as a pile of rat corpses, even ones arranged in the shape of words.
But it was still fun, it was something for me to take the piss out of. For the time I had, i'd managed to offend, annoy, argue and anger, all due to the fact that I could outwit these simpletons simply by coughing at the screen in morse code. Or something.
Great fun. I remember being told I was gay because of the way I wrote. This is the level. Because I could type faster than I could grunt. Meat and drink to somebody like me, this kind of abuse. I took it on and had great fun raising the average IQ of chat rooms above postage stamp level.
Sadly, I cannot be bothered anymore. Nothing changes, these places are still packed with arseholes in the same way that an abbotoir is full of the stench of blood, the filth, and the dead animals.
No point.
Come on somebody, make the internet fun again.
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[12 Nov 2004|10:53am] |
Actually...i'm feeling...rather....naughty.
I may return.....check out the dregs.....the shit...the hate....back in the chat rooms...and print out the results for the Blurty. Just for fun. And because I hate these slow minded fools. Let's face it, there are nice people out there, but how many are there amongst the billion "A/S/L" idiots? You're in a music chat room, talk about MUSIC, you fucks!
This is what it's come to. Let's check it out. The modern chat world.
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[12 Nov 2004|11:06am] |
Right, well we'll have to do this later. Not time enough before work now. To cheer me even more, there are sixteen fucking people in the back bar.
Woo hoo.
Must do some homework tonight. Still haven't thought of a question.
Bye for now.
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[12 Nov 2004|03:43pm] |
80th birthday party. An elderly clientele means slow fucking eaters. I have only just returned and am weary and fucking pissed off. At least I got through the sodding rush without much difficulty, but the lateness means i've little time to actually do anything on here. I've got to get off the computer soon.
My hair is a mess, so I may wash that. Then i'll do some writing whilst watching The Two Towers and drink some wine or something. Little else. I was supposed to get a cd done for Dan but the new fucking writer hasn't been installed yet.
Woo...what a chortlesome day.
More later.
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