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[Oct. 16th, 2009|09:23 am] |
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Mm: Thomas, what's your address, again?
Thomas: You went to my house the other day.
Mm: ...Yeah, but I didn't write it down...
Thomas: What kind of a stalker are you?
Mm: One that doesn't use Facebook?
Thomas: Your boyfriend uses Facebook. You don't know his password? What kind of stalker are you?
Mm: ...
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[Oct. 8th, 2009|11:30 pm] |
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| | A Million Light Years From Love, Tom Smith | ] |
Thomas: I should get a washing machine... And as she goes to the bathroom, quietly slip a chain around her ankle so she can't escape.
Mm: ...I really should have seen that punchline coming well before I did.
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| Because I thought my Google Ads listings needed to be more interesting. |
[Mar. 18th, 2009|01:21 pm] |
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| | Anything You Can Do, John Barrowman and Ruthie Henshall | ] |
I gave Thomas a largish book of erotica for his birthday - think moody black and white photos of girls (and guys) wearing fishnets and varying states of undress.
Mm: Mostly varying levels of erotica and porn, from my brief skim of it.
Thomas: No, it's "art", it can't be porn. Though whether it's "erotica" or "erotic art" can be argued.
Mm: Whichever, I thought it looked like you'd enjoy it.
Thomas: Indeed. The perfect coffee table book!
Mm: Do you actually have a coffee table, at the moment?
Thomas: I do! ...Admittedly, it is not assembled, because I have no space in my apartment. But I do have one!
Mm: Cool. Well, enjoy.
Thomas: Yes, I think I'll go freak out some of my fellow Ph.D. students.
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[Feb. 27th, 2009|06:26 pm] |
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| | Synchronised Sinking, The Lucksmiths | ] |
Summary of today's inbox:
* ProgSoc went asplode!
* Thomas is awesome.
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| If you've got something planned, I suppose I'll understand... |
[Nov. 27th, 2008|08:49 pm] |
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| [ | music |
| | Under The Rotunda, The Lucksmiths | ] |
Thomas: How goes your fighting with Access?
Mm: Actually, it's fighting with PowerPoint at the moment. And it's okay. I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing, but it isn't too bad.
Thomas: Just so long as you've won.
Mm: Well, I haven't lost anyway.
Thomas: You should write a blog post about your cheat codes for beating the end boss.
*Chris and Justin wander up
Mm: But that would be giving away my secrets!
Chris: What's the game? Ping Pong?
Thomas: PowerPoint.
*Mm ducks off to get dessert and returns
Chris: See? Yoghurt!
Justin: Hmm.
Mm: ...
Chris: We were having a bet as to whether you'd get ice cream or yoghurt. And I said yoghurt.
Mm: ...
Chris: Can I have my money now?
Justin: When did this become a bet?
Chris: When I won!
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| This won't make sense if you don't know what Godwin's Law is. |
[Nov. 24th, 2008|07:21 pm] |
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| | ABC, The Jacksons | ] |
A conversation from Friday night that I forgot to mention:
*Thomas and John are drinking a bottle of "Goodwyn" wine
Mm: I misread that as Godwin.
Thomas: It's our Godwin!
Mm: ...Gonna start talking about Nazis, now?
Thomas: How dare you dictate what I talk about? You're like Hitler!
...Thomas is awesome. :D. (By the way, it's Justin's birthday today. Happy birthday, Justin...)
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| "Fetish"? Is that some form of shrubbery? |
[Oct. 15th, 2008|11:56 am] |
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| | Keystroke, Her Space Holiday | ] |
Last night, Chris was called by his boss.
*Thomas wanders in.
Thomas: Who is Chris on the phone to, and why are they unable to mount a hard drive?
Mm: ...Kevin. I don't know how many of the questions that answers.
Thomas: Mostly just the first. ...Why don't you know the answer to the second?!?
Mm: Because I'm his girlfriend, I'm not psychic.
Thomas: ...Girlfriends usually become psychic.
Mm: Apparently I need more practice.
Thomas: Give me a prediction as to what he'll do next.
Mm: *looks at Chris* ...Fall over in a heap from exhaustion, at a guess.
Thomas: Timeframe?
Mm: About now, actually.
*Pause
Thomas: ...Nah, you're way off.
*Chris gets off the phone and sighs heavily
Mm: ...See?
Thomas: But he hasn't done so, yet.
Chris: ...
*Mm giggles
Thomas: Don't mind her, she's insane.
Chris: ...I'm not going to ask.
Thomas: It's a long story.
Half an hour or so later, when Chris did collapse onto the couch, I sent Thomas a message saying as much. The response?
Thomas: A moderate success, I expect better accuracy next time.
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[Oct. 9th, 2008|06:09 pm] |
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*Mm explains the back story behind this entry.
Thomas: See, I have this problem. Because I want to destroy 14 year old girls. But I know that they turn into moderately attractive 18 year old girls. Can you speed up this process?
Mm: ...I'm afraid I can't help you with that.
Thomas: Yes, you can! Go talk to them.
Mm: ...
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[Oct. 8th, 2008|10:58 am] |
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| | The Rock Show, Blink-182 | ] |
*Chris and I went with my parents to Wascoe Siding on Sunday.
Chris: I didn't realise that this place had been here since 1964. If they wanted the true experience, the prices should be in pounds, shillings and pence!
Mm: It only predates decimal currency by two years...
*Mm, Mum, and Dad burst into the Decimal Currency Song
Chris: ...
Thomas: So, Will's not dead?
Mm: Not at last count...
Thomas: He was supposed to email me.
Chris: What about?
Thomas: We went out picking up girls, and I got their numbers, and he didn't. I'm happy with this arrangement, but he was supposed to email me to get them. But since he didn't, I'm assuming that he doesn't want them.
Chris: Or maybe he's just swamped with assignments?
Thomas: Chris, Margaret's going to back me up when I say that "Girls are more important than assignments"...
Mm: ...
*Brian is testing a photography program Rob is writing for him, taking bursts of photos with his SLR
Brian: Margaret, your hand looks good in that one.
Mm: ...It's a hand...
Rob: I think I'll leave you two alone for a minute...
Mm: ...What?!? *prods Rob a lot*
Rob: Sod off!
Mm: ...You're the one saying sod off?!?
Brian: This is why I don't antagonise Margaret any more...
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[Aug. 22nd, 2008|02:29 pm] |
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| | Big River, Johnny Cash | ] |
Will: There aren't many relationships in EGG. Not many females, which is part of it.
Mm: Lots of closet homosexuals?
Will: Not many of those, either. I checked.
Phil's response to the above: Well, clearly, he didn't check hard enough!
And one from at least a week ago, that I kept forgetting to add:
Thomas: Margaret, when you're high on sugar, I'm declaring you "drunk". The effect is about the same.
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[Aug. 7th, 2008|08:27 pm] |
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| | I Still Remember, Bloc Party | ] |
Thomas: What's the last thing you remember? Was it more than three seconds ago?
Nora: Sorry?
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| Everyone's a hero in their own way: you and you and mostly me and you... |
[Jul. 22nd, 2008|10:12 pm] |
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| | Everyone's A Hero, Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog | ] |
*Thomas makes a bad joke of some description that I don't recall
Mm: *giggles* That is so bad.
Thomas: You're the one that laughed.
Mm: But I laugh at everything...
Thomas: I present to you: Chris Laughton! *points to Chris*
*Mm giggles
Thomas: She actually does laugh at anything...
Bed time now...
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| I don't want to be awake. |
[Jul. 16th, 2008|05:35 am] |
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| | Tree, The Lucksmiths | ] |
Thomas: A great present to give people is a bag full of 5c pieces. It probably has the same monetary value as the $20 note, but they can't tell!
Rob: Right. Who's having a birthday soon?
Thomas: My birthday was in March. Don't you remember the funeral?
Mm: Well, out of us four, probably me, but my birthday isn't for a while yet either.
Thomas: So Rob. I'm having a celebration next month. What did you want to do?
Rob: ...
Thomas: So you want to have a party for no reason?
Rob: No, I wanted to try out the five cent coin thing.
Thomas: Every five cent coin you give me I'm going to throw at you; either individually, or if there are enough, bind them together and knock you out.
*Rob pulls out his wallet, digs around
*Rob pulls out a ten cent coin that he places in front of Thomas
Thomas: Hey, free ten cents! *adds to his wallet*
Chris: We should go to the casino! We haven't done that in a while.
Mm: Yeah, actually; it'd be nice to go back to the buffet.
Rob: Did Margaret just advocate going to the casino?!?
Thomas: Didn't you know? She has a gambling problem.
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[Jun. 6th, 2008|07:41 am] |
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| | I'll Never Tell, Buffy Musical | ] |
*Mm is wearing her "Keep Out Of Direct Sunlight" tshirt
Thomas: Tell me, Margaret. Why didn't you get me one of those shirts, when you were getting yourself one?
Mm: I didn't think of it. I also didn't know your size.
Thomas: Well, I guess there's a down side to not letting you and Nora measure my bra size...
I was in such a bad mood last night. Being ProgSoc tends to do that.
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EDIT [10:18 PM]: Also ThinkGeek gear related:
Shoulder Angel: Out of curiosity, why did you decide that I 'was the only one that you wouldn't yell at for wearing this necklace'? *puzzled*
Subfuture: it suits you and looks nice, on most it is an affectation that is taken only because it is geeky, not to look nice, you need both for it to work
Shoulder Angel: Thankyou
...The "I don't work here" shirt may have added to the effect... |
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| Sunday evening randomness. |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|11:21 pm] |
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| | Secret Crowds, Angels & Airwaves | ] |
I bought a new phone! A Nokia 6131. Same number, but hopefully this one won't cut out randomly in the middle of calls. It also has Bluetooth connectivity, so I theoretically (hopefully) can back it up to Bianca occasionally.
Does anyone know of any new treatments they're performing on fabric? Chris bought some shirts the other week, and they all smell like photo developer (even after being washed). I got some new jeans, and they also smell like photo developer - though I haven't put them through the wash yet. I can't imagine it's healthy, though.
A conversation from Thursday, that I meant to note down but it got away from me:
Brian: Justin, I need you to write out your full name and student number for me again. I lost the last copy.
Justin: I can do that. In fact, if you've got pen and paper, I could do so right now.
Thomas: No, I think it should be written on his arm; along with your phone number. In lipstick.
Nora: Why is everyone looking at me?
Thomas: Well, I don't think they *indicate the boys* have any lipstick, and I know she *points to Mm* doesn't. You're the best bet.
Nora: ...
Mm: I win! :D!
My IEView FireFox extension is having fits. For no reason that I can discern. Argh!
It's getting to the point where most emails that I receive bring me marginally closer to homicide. This worries me. What the Hell am I supposed to do about your problems? (Maybe I just need a holiday; not that that's likely in the immediate future.)
This is my week, from yesterday to next Friday.
Saturday: Ella's birthday party
Sunday: Visiting Chris
Monday: Work, then the Clubs Meeting
Tuesday: Work, then the CompSoc / ACS event
Wednesday: Work, then (probably) visiting EGG
Thursday: Work, then ProgSoc
Friday: Collapse, then comedy with Dedney and co.
...Sleep?
Now, I have work in the morning, so it's bed time, I guess. Gah!
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| Getting home at 2am then waking up at 7:45 is less than desired, but I should have expected it. |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|07:48 am] |
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| | The Funky Gibbon, Jade MacRae | ] |
Chris was in rare form last night.
Thomas: Where's my harem, Nora? I left it with you!
Nora: ...No, no, I'm pretty sure you didn't.
Thomas: Yes, I did! Back in Ancient Egypt!
Nora: Then you couldn't have left it with me. Penguins don't live that long. Neither do humans, so whichever way you see me...
Thomas: Well, I left it in the care of the F------- family, but now I want to collect it back.
Nora: You can't have done that! My family only goes back four generations!
Thomas: Well, naturally, but I'm using the modern naming scheme?
Chris: ..."Harem"?
Mm: Chris doesn't know what a harem means...
Thomas: Nora, explain it to him.
Nora: In Ancient Egypt, kings had lots and lots of wives. The wives were called the 'harem'.
Thomas: Not only wives.
Nora: Yeah, there were men as well.
Thomas: No, no men in a harem.
Nora: Well, eunuchs.
Chris: UNIX?
*Thomas facepalms
Nora: A eunuch is a guy who has his genetalia cut off, so that he has no sexual urges. So he looks after the harem, without feeling any desire to sleep with them.
Chris: ...Oh...
Thomas: So, anyway, Nora. My harem, please? Or at least their descendants?
Mm: Yeah, I was going to say...
Thomas: Hey, the original one wouldn't be too bad either; they should have been properly entombed in a nice pyramid, with all their riches. ...Or did you spend it all?
Nora: ...No, no I didn't.
And Thomas will probably scold me for getting the quotes wrong again, but whichever. Also, Chris said something even more facepalm inducing earlier in the evening, I believe, but it escapes me.
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PS: Is it sad that I installed Opera on Bianca, solely so I could have an environment available to sign in to my own DJ using OpenID? Signs point to "Yes". But it means that I can let people read the friends-locked posts on my screen, without being able to read the private-locked posts. Sortof handy, since if I lock anything, there's a good reason for it. And I don't have to log out then log back in to do so. |
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[Feb. 7th, 2008|08:36 pm] |
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*Chris is ordering food. Rob and Thomas are discussing the ProgSoc network restructure.
Rob: So, apparently DNS is broken?
Thomas: What?
Rob: Chris said DNS was broken.
Thomas: I'd take anything Chris says with a grain of salt; he doesn't always mean what he says.
"We need to mount home directories!"
"No, we just need to copy public_html."
"We need to mount home directories!"
"No, we just need to copy public_html."
"We need to mount home directories!"
"No, we just need to copy public_html."
And then talking with you just now:
"We need to mount home directories!"
"No, we just need to copy public_html."
"That's what I meant!"
Rob: So, when he told me he loved me, he...
*Chris wanders back.
Rob: HOW COULD YOU?!?
Chris: ...What?
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[Dec. 6th, 2007|07:57 pm] |
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| | Miss Delaney, Jack's Mannequin | ] |
*Thomas has Nora in an armlock
Chris: Is that, like, bondage?
Everyone else: ...
Chris: Is that not what bondage is?
Mm and Nora: Chris! No!
Chris: Oh.
Thomas: Yeah, I think you'll want to look it up in a dictionary. Don't look it up on Google and hit I'm Feeling Lucky.
Nora: Now I want to know what his definition is...
Chris: Well, when Will was tying me up, he said something about bondage...?
Thomas: ..."Tying you up"...? Margaret, are you jealous of this "Will" person?
Mm: ...
...Thomas says I should be referring to it as a "winglock".
Nora: So I'm an oily dying penguin.
Thomas: Margaret, I think Nora wants me to oil her up...
*Nora whines
Nora: There's no such thing as Thomas... There's no such thing as Thomas...
Nora: You're lucky I'm wearing a shortish skirt today.
Thomas: Why? I might get to see your ankle?
Nora: There's no such thing as men. There's no such thing as men.
*Mm starts typing
Nora: What have I done now?
*Nora has put her hand in the freezer
Nora: I can't feel my hand!
Thomas: That's because you don't have a hand; it's a wing!
*Nora is attempting to choke Thomas
Nora: Stop coughing! I can't kill you when you're coughing!
Thomas: There's no such thing as penguins... There's no such thing as penguins... See? It doesn't work!
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EDIT: I knew I'd mentioned Will tying up Chris! Admittedly, it was only half a sentence on this entry... But it was mentioned, nonetheless. |
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| A conversation I rebooted my computer to share with you, while I remember it. |
[Oct. 17th, 2007|10:57 pm] |
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This is actually from Saturday; I meant to add it then, but forgot.
On Saturday, Chris, Thomas and I were hanging around the room. Chris and I were there to do uni work. Thomas was celebrating his completion of a paper he was working on, or something.
Chris and Thomas got distracted by trying to get the servers up and running.
Suddenly there's a knock at the door; I go to see who it is.
Lisa: Margaret! ...Do you know anything about printers?
Mm: ...Uh... No? What about them?
*Thomas wanders over
Mm: Thomas, Lisa.
Lisa: Do you know anything about printers?
Thomas: What kind of printers? There's home printers and office printers, and they're designed very differently.
Mm: Yeah, my family has an office printer, and it's dying from being treated as a home printer.
Lisa: I have to do an assignment: we have to spec out printers for a school.
Thomas: Well, why don't you go to printer manufacturers' websites? Check out what they have to say about them. Then read reviews, see what other people think are good and why.
Lisa: Like, HP?
Thomas: Sure, if they do printers.
Lisa: The printers here are HP. I think I'll just use those. Thanks for all your help.
Thomas: Our bill will be in the mail.
*Lisa laughs, nervously, and leaves
Mm: She's... Interesting.
Thomas: You need to give her some peroxide; her hair's too dark.
And now? To go to bed. My alarm's set for 6:30 tomorrow morning, and I have a nine o'clock class.
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[Oct. 13th, 2007|10:52 pm] |
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| | Keystroke, Her Space Holiday | ] |
When I signed in to MSN this evening, Thomas' subname was set to Will you be my desert?.
So I sent him the text "In geography, a desert is a landscape form or region that receives very little precipitation. Deserts are defined as areas that receive an average annual precipitation of less than 250 mm (10 inches).".
He didn't respond. However, the next time I happened to look at the main window, the text had been changed to Will you be my grammar nazi?.
I recounted the exchange to my mother, who pointed out that it wasn't grammar, it was spelling.
*giggles*
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