Kicking and Screaming, Back into the Mire

I am already pining for the days when my prevarications alone dominated these humble pages, and I enjoyed the privilege of looking down my nose at James and Zach (and Cathleen (and Jack now! Holy crap!)) for not updating as frequently (NOR AS MAGNIFICENTLY) as I. I guess I'll also have to actually read their posts from now on.

Booo.

Cheer up, working class drones! It's Friday! Time to spend your filthy lucre to buy cheap hooch at the company store, so as to use the days of the weekend to forget the mindless drudgery of your button-down shirt, blue-collar, middle-managed lives! Piss your lives away in an orgiastic amnesia, hoping for a permanent solace that will only arrive with death!
Also, chat transcripts! Please to enjoy!

Cathleen: Seen cloverfield yet?
Thomas: Nope.
Thomas: You?
Thomas: Is it any good?
Cathleen: Yeah, I'm blogging about it now.
Thomas: ...Wait, by blog, do you mean Elevennames?
Cathleen: yeah.
Cathleen: por que?
Thomas: I... I just don't know what to say. Someone else is updating it. My world is flip-turned upside down.
Thomas: ...In a town called Bel-Air.

Thomas: a/s/l?
James: hate bullets.
Zachery: hills/male/space

Thomas: So staff meeting!
James: Yes.
Zachery: YEAH
James: Staff meeting?
Zachery: Staff meeting.
Thomas: ...Staff meeting;

Thomas: We are thinking of a sixth writerface.
James: Who is this person?
Zachery: Awesome.

Zachery: Also, Thomas, winword tells me your todaypost is 681 words, counting tags.
Zachery: So, uh.
Thomas: Hey, shut up.

Thomas: About half of our hits are me, logging in to see how many hits we have.
Thomas: The rest I presume are errors or HATED CANADIANS.
Zachery: BUT WE HAVE HITS THAT ARE NOT YOU
Thomas: IMPOSSIBLE

Zachery: Also, if you make me write in five paragraph style, I'll cut you.
Zachery: EVEN IF IT IS IMAGINARY INTERNETLAND NON-CONSTRAINING FIVE PARAGRAPH STYLE
Thomas: If I make you write at all, it will be worth it.

Thomas: Friday is Chat Transcripts day, so the only real effort I have to put into that is copying and pasting. And making us sound funny.
Thomas: So it's still a lot of work.

Zachery: Five writers. Two names (counting Thomas a becket as one, because hey) each, plus one writer with one name.
Zachery: FLAWLESS VICTORY.
Zachery: See?
James: What happens when we add more people?
Zachery: The victory stops being flawless.

James: Also, I will be significantly less crazy
James: once I sleep.

James: My mother>You.
Zachery: Yes yes yes, cell phone call.
Zachery: You're lucky I'm here to translate your madness tongue, James.

Thomas: I am greatly pleased with updatesplosion. Now if only Beth could type up some words.
Zachery: ...her internet connection is a wireless one that only works if the number of streetlights that are on in the street is evenly divisible by three.

Thomas: CHAT MEETING ZACH
Zachery: I am in it.
Thomas: LIES
Zachery: I MADE IT
Thomas: LIIIES
Zachery: YOU CAN TELL BECAUSE IT IS NOT NAMED A STRING OF NUMBERS
Thomas: I CAN'T HEAR YOU I'M SINGING HYMNS

Actual content forthcoming. Save me a seat at the bar, girl scouts.

BONUS CONTENT:
Cathleen: fuck you!
Cathleen: with a rusty pipe that i ripped out of the walls and used to bludgeon the people who live downstairs
Thomas: Hi Cate!
Thomas: Wait what?
Thomas: Is this about James?
Cathleen: go look at 11names
Thomas: ...Oh dammit, I said Catherine instead of Cathleen?
Cathleen: YES!
Cathleen: like 10 times
Cathleen: my fucking name is on the top of the page
Thomas: But not on the posty screeny thing! It's my mother's name! Aliens, Cate, Aliens!

WE ARE ALL FRIENDS HERE HOORAY :D