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... in which David is his own lubricant.
Julius Caesar was tonight. As was work, but work was pretty much just the regular, with one small addition; Lynn and I worked out the compulsory criteria for the next two employed peoples:
Was earlier to JC than I thought I would be. Was surprised to find two extra SUMSites there - Roman and Kenny of The Clique. Was interested to find that The Ex's Current was in it (though, according to Kenny, I am much pretty than he is :D). Was also interested to find that JC was a woman, as were Antony, Ocatvaius and... that other one. Was disturbed by the amount of laughing by both highlyeccentric and kayloulee at all the slash-able material they were gathering.
Back at the women's college, there was tea, followed by several layers of Harry Potter debates, the etymology of Kinokuniya, and lots of Old/Middle English/French/Japanese stuff I didn't get. As well as many other things, of course, like the discussion of shampoo and it's non-uses as a sexual lubricant, which somehow led to my saying something mistaken for a claim that I am my own lubricant... I forget the words now, though, as it is late.
Actually, that's a lie - it isn't too late for me to be remembering life properly. However, three things happened after leaving Amy's that are kind of trumping attempts at Memory Recall. Thing the First is that I was a little bit murdered by a tree, who tried to drop a branch on me, B, and areyoustrange (which upon reflection was probably a fair rection to my wish of seeing a country shop of trees... like, a shop that sells trees, in the country, but not a nursery... just nod and smile) but only managed to flick my elbow a little. Thing the Second is the creepy cab driver who I could have sworn was giving me the eye - first he said I was sick because of "too much sex, probably", then asked if I had a girlfriend (and why not) and looked me up and down, and then asked how old I was. Thing the Third is that I jammed myself out when I got home - I suddenly had a craving for jam, and I succumbed to it. I hope it is clear why I cannot for the moment remember things.
Also, I had a couple of ideas for more comics, but I forgot them too. Hopefully I'll remember before long. Because the world needs more comics featuring stick figures with sentient, sadistic, sometimes-phallic anthropomorphic jam. Actually, that's what this post was going to be - the 'etymology', if you will, of jam, for Highly's sake. Basically, I was having a midnight snack ( !! that was one of the ideas!! OSM!!) of jam on cold fridge!bread, when I realised I use far more jam than anyone else in the house per serving. This led to the exclamation "I am a jam monster!" which conjured images of little children running into a jam monster in the middle of the forest, which in turn conjured images of said events occuring in a children's comic strip, like Jessica Monster's (either / or). I figured I would be able to do something along those lines (though probably not exactly a kid's comic, more one along the lines of Pictures For Sad Children), so I have challenged myself to come up with one comic for every week of this semester. I will probably post two next week, instead of one tomorrow.
Finally, Kay, do you happen to know what Will The New Attractive Bass plays in the orchestra?
Note for B (and Are You Strange): The hand gesture after "S and/or M" was an underline-come-full-handed-pointing-between-two-choices, not anything sus involving friction and/or lubricant.
Julius Caesar was tonight. As was work, but work was pretty much just the regular, with one small addition; Lynn and I worked out the compulsory criteria for the next two employed peoples:
- his - attractive uni-aged female of Catholic nature who doesn't mind being the object of attention, possibly more...
- mine - gay/bi/curious/open-minded-and-very-willing-to-flirt-like-Kurtis male, also of an attractive nature bit without the added Catholicism....
Was earlier to JC than I thought I would be. Was surprised to find two extra SUMSites there - Roman and Kenny of The Clique. Was interested to find that The Ex's Current was in it (though, according to Kenny, I am much pretty than he is :D). Was also interested to find that JC was a woman, as were Antony, Ocatvaius and... that other one. Was disturbed by the amount of laughing by both highlyeccentric and kayloulee at all the slash-able material they were gathering.
Back at the women's college, there was tea, followed by several layers of Harry Potter debates, the etymology of Kinokuniya, and lots of Old/Middle English/French/Japanese stuff I didn't get. As well as many other things, of course, like the discussion of shampoo and it's non-uses as a sexual lubricant, which somehow led to my saying something mistaken for a claim that I am my own lubricant... I forget the words now, though, as it is late.
Actually, that's a lie - it isn't too late for me to be remembering life properly. However, three things happened after leaving Amy's that are kind of trumping attempts at Memory Recall. Thing the First is that I was a little bit murdered by a tree, who tried to drop a branch on me, B, and areyoustrange (which upon reflection was probably a fair rection to my wish of seeing a country shop of trees... like, a shop that sells trees, in the country, but not a nursery... just nod and smile) but only managed to flick my elbow a little. Thing the Second is the creepy cab driver who I could have sworn was giving me the eye - first he said I was sick because of "too much sex, probably", then asked if I had a girlfriend (and why not) and looked me up and down, and then asked how old I was. Thing the Third is that I jammed myself out when I got home - I suddenly had a craving for jam, and I succumbed to it. I hope it is clear why I cannot for the moment remember things.
Also, I had a couple of ideas for more comics, but I forgot them too. Hopefully I'll remember before long. Because the world needs more comics featuring stick figures with sentient, sadistic, sometimes-phallic anthropomorphic jam. Actually, that's what this post was going to be - the 'etymology', if you will, of jam, for Highly's sake. Basically, I was having a midnight snack ( !! that was one of the ideas!! OSM!!) of jam on cold fridge!bread, when I realised I use far more jam than anyone else in the house per serving. This led to the exclamation "I am a jam monster!" which conjured images of little children running into a jam monster in the middle of the forest, which in turn conjured images of said events occuring in a children's comic strip, like Jessica Monster's (either / or). I figured I would be able to do something along those lines (though probably not exactly a kid's comic, more one along the lines of Pictures For Sad Children), so I have challenged myself to come up with one comic for every week of this semester. I will probably post two next week, instead of one tomorrow.
Finally, Kay, do you happen to know what Will The New Attractive Bass plays in the orchestra?
Note for B (and Are You Strange): The hand gesture after "S and/or M" was an underline-come-full-handed-pointing-between-two-choices, not anything sus involving friction and/or lubricant.
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Oh... I thought it must have been for B, for his lack of care for LOTR... then again, if he doesn't care, why should it annoy him.
Also, now that I think about it, your room only had one computer, and didn't have Kay's copy of... well, any of the reference books we required. These should have been more obviously cluesome at the time.
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This is a true insight.
Hehe, yes, there are some obvious clues as to the fact that K doesn't live here... (for example, the second bed had only sheets on it. She'd FREEZE.)
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I am occasionally prone to insight. It often hides in hindsight, though.
How odd, then, that I actually thought it properly made. That was another reason for thinking it hers - why would you want two separate beds to sleep on? Perhaps I should have actually looked at it before entering it into Evidence.
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