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

Why Does Thomas Get All The Good Posts?

The simple answer is that the rest of us are busy leading very interesting, influential lives. Lives in which we make choices that impact the world and you know, change stuff.

The real excuse: probably laziness.

I, however, had food poisoning this past weekend. I dare any of you people out there to blog when you can't leave the bathroom for more than 45 minutes, and therefore didn't sleep for chronic fear that you would wake up covered in your own vomit. I am sure Thomas with his super frequent updating would have provided a blow by blow account of each heave and each rediscovery his body provided. Sadly I am just not as dedicated to the readers as he is.

Suffice to say, the past few days have not been full of fun carefree times. Therefor I bring you no lighthearted antidotes about my weekend, only tales of warning about eating anything with "fantastica!" in the name, no matter how good everyone says it is. Just reading that word now causes my stomach to lurch in fear.

Or maybe that is the hamburger helper I subjected myself to for dinner tonight . . . .

One thing I did manage to do was see Cloverfield this weekend. Now see is a relative term, since the whole movie is done in shaky-cam and my already addled stomach was having none of that. I had to cover my eyes more than a few times, not out of fear, but simply to not throw up on the person sitting next to me.

But motion sickness aside, it was a really good movie. And what is even cooler is the amount of internet hype that is out there about it. All of the characters have myspace pages, which of course show everything up until when the monster attacks New York. It almost makes me want to resurrect my myspace account and check it out. And if you are a huge internet junky there is a whole other level to the movie, because there is a movie somewhere online that shows an oil rig off the cost of Japan being attacked by the same monster as in the movie. It is times like these that I am impressed at how into this fictional tale some people really are.

This is one we need to keep an eye on since I have heard rumors of a follow up video that will be released either in theaters or on the internet that shows the whole things from a US Army solder's "perspective". This is totally one of those movies that I saw and thought was good, but now can't get out of my head.

Ok, well, my astronomy book has been looking at me in an abandoned manner ever since I started typing, so I guess I must go.