underneath the open sky says:
[16:59:16] http://www.myspace.com/sprangtunes
[16:59:39] don’t even ask about the background
[16:59:42] I don’t wanna kn
[16:59:47] DUDE THEY SHOOPED OUT HIS NIPPLES
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[17:01:12] are you sure it’s not just that one is obscured by the chain and the other is on the lower edge of his rock-hard pec and thus difficult to spot?
[17:01:41] http://www.myspace.com/sprangtunes/photos/2380661#%7B%22ImageId%22%3A2380661%7D I definitely see a hint of nipple there
[17:01:43] wtf are we doing
underneath the open sky says:
[17:01:56] what the fuck are *you* doing
[17:02:01] I’m not staring at his nipples
[17:02:08] leave me alone
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[17:02:18] you stared at them long enough to conclude that they’d been shooped out
underneath the open sky says:
[17:02:25] I GLANCED
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[17:02:25] you could tell by the pixels
underneath the open sky says:
[17:02:37] and from having seen quite a few shirtless black men in my time
Tag: conversations
WHAT CROIX THERE IS NO CROIX
underneath the open sky says:
[02:29:32] so just before I florp
[02:29:32] recommend me a new font for redbrick
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[02:29:41] comic sans
underneath the open sky says:
[02:29:45] *trollface*
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[02:30:16] I dunno, whichever one is the default in latex
underneath the open sky says:
[02:33:31] so just before I florp
[02:33:32] recommend me a new font for redbrick
distillation, solvent extraction, expression, enfleurage says:
[02:33:39] comic sans
underneath the open sky says:
[02:33:50] fuck you both
we shall arrange the blocks and toil forever and a day
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[02:16:13] ok, I know ending a sentence with a preposition is bad, at least in pedant english
underneath the open sky says:
[02:16:31] it is but real people don’t give a fuck
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[02:16:39] (though churchill or someone said “ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put”)
underneath the open sky says:
[02:16:48] grammar is much more mutable and forgivable than spelling, especially online
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[02:17:03] but how the fuck do you resolve “Some of which I collaborated on”?
[02:17:16] ”I collaborated on some of them” sure
[02:17:28] but would it be “Some of which on which I collaborated”?
underneath the open sky says:
[02:17:40] I would go with the first
[02:17:49] and if an english language student started fretting
[02:17:57] I would bounce my cock off their forehead and tell them to get a real degree
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[02:18:14] I would like to see that
underneath the open sky says:
[02:19:01] for the sheer hypocrisy?
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
[02:19:10] for the cock bouncing
[02:19:15] it’s an amusing mental image
“Denmark does not need a military. Denmark needs an answerphone that says ‘we surrender.'”
I’m sitting in Tom’s conservatory in London, after a nice settled plane ride back from Copenhagen (which followed a truly delicious bacon-and-tea combo provided by Lotte). He’s painting Dog while I play Dylan on his tiny round doom-speakers, drink tea and read him quotes from /r9k/ (which is surprisingly good, and makes me feel much better about my life). Tonight, we’re going to go and see Inception at the Angel cinema I haven’t visited in like seven damn years.
(Tangled up in Blue plays.)
Tom: What’s this song about?
Me: A woman. Loneliness.
Tom: Really, though.
Me: (reading from Wiki) ‘”Tangled Up in Blue” is one of the clearest examples of Dylan’s attempts to write “multi-dimensional” songs which defied a fixed notion of time and space. Dylan was influenced by his recent study of painting and the Cubist school of artists, who sought to incorporate multiple perspectives within a single plane of view. As Neil McCormick remarked in 2003: “A truly extraordinary epic of the personal, an unreliable narrative carved out of shifting memories like a five-and-a-half-minute musical Proust.”‘ What the fuck am I reading? It’s about a woman, okay? Okay.
(Idiot Wind plays.)
Tom: About a woman?
Me: And a messed-up marriage! You know, I love Dylan’s lyrics to death, but the dude really can’t sing, can he?
Tom: No. Amazingly flat.
Me: Awesome, though.
(You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go plays.)
Me: HAY TOM GUESS WHAT THIS SONG IS ABOUT
Tom: You know what, I have a challenge for you – find me something by Dylan that’s about happiness.
Me: …I was going to try to troll with something by Dylan Owen, but shit, he didn’t do happy either.
hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineers
(Incidentally, Pidgin is actually really really good.)
(12:23:15 AM) underneath the open sky:
franchise reboots offend me
(12:23:25 AM) obtaining fragrant oils and compounds from odorous raw materials:
Star Trek was pretty good
(12:23:35 AM) underneath the open sky:
it was
(12:23:37 AM) obtaining fragrant oils and compounds from odorous raw materials:
it took me that long to think of one
(12:23:40 AM) underneath the open sky:
yes
(12:23:47 AM) obtaining fragrant oils and compounds from odorous raw materials:
The Fly
(12:24:31 AM) underneath the open sky:
any rebooting an IP less than forty years old?
(12:24:50 AM) obtaining fragrant oils and compounds from odorous raw materials:
erm
I’ve heard the Thomas Crown Affair…..
wait
that was first in 1968
…damn
3:10 to Yuma
wait
no, that was 1957
(12:26:09 AM) underneath the open sky:
have we found a rule?
(12:26:10 AM) obtaining fragrant oils and compounds from odorous raw materials:
Oceans Ele….1960
ok I’m out
Friday, 10:30PM @ The Fountains; Be there and bring your dicks!
(via text)
Me (3:35 PM):
Scotland is really cool, wish a bro was here
Tom J (3:37 PM):
You me n beel should go camping up there. Wait wait. We should go camping on the monarch isles, take some banging speakers and the Dear Esther soundtrack.
Me (3:47 PM):
…we really should. Maybe youth hostelling rather than camping though.
Tom J (5:04 PM):
Probably a good idea. Might need a few more survival skill points before we camp on uninhabited scotish islands.
Me (5:11 PM):
I’ll start grinding by lighting campfires and pitching tents. IN MY PANTS.
Tom J (5:13 PM):
I’d better warn you that burning hair smells gross. Probably lower your encounter rate though, so that’s a plus.
Me (5:16 PM):
Encounters with what exactly?
Tom J (5:22 PM):
Kelpie, Cailleach Bheur, Caoineag, Cu Sith, Roane, Unseelie Court, the Slaugh…
Me (5:23 PM):
wtf
Tom J (5:25 PM):
shit dude be careful
I’m a magician, Spencer, a furious magician
MEANWHILE IN THE L4D EXPERT LOBBY
(0v0) Brosencrantz: I NEED YOUR TEETH FOR THE FEDERAL RESERVE
(0v0) Brosencrantz: YOU’VE ALREADY GOT ENOUGH APPLESAUCE
(0v0) Brosencrantz: THERE’S PLENTY OF APPLESAUCE ON YOUR PLATE
(0v0) Havokroft: I NEED YOUR TEETH FOR MY LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND
(0v0) Havokroft: I LOVE YOU, SPENCER
(0v0) Default joined.
(0v0) Havokroft: I’M GOING TO SPANK YOU SILLY
(0v0) Havokroft: oh hi
(0v0) Havokroft: we were just…ah
(0v0) Havokroft: >_>
(0v0) Default: you don’t need to explain
(0v0) Brosencrantz: I’M GOING TO CUT INTEREST RATES IN HALF
(0v0) Brosencrantz: BUT I NEED YOUR TEETH
TUNA TWO-ONE ACTUAL WE ARE OSCAR MAYO, STAY SALTY
underneath the open sky says:
on a scale from 1 to 10 how much do you like black pepper?
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
9
underneath the open sky says:
excellent
mmm it’s good to be home
we have hi-cap pepper pots here
back in bromingham it was RELOADING all the time
but at least they had clear perspex magazines
whereas this one is solid wooden furniture and you can’t tell when you’re about to run out
Wild Bill Hovercraft says:
*shunk* *CHH-CHK* WHO WANTS PEPPER
underneath the open sky says:
CLEARED HOT
underneath the open sky 