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David Lynch Possessed My Computer

Boy, was IRC surreal last night. It all felt like some extremely weird dream that David Lynch was narrating and directing. Laurel and a friend of hers were so lagged that conversations looked like they were being held by not-quite-sane people, something like this:

LAUREL: So I thought I’d go to the bookstore tomorrow.
SAGE: Where do you put the fish, then?
LAUREL: There are some books I’m interested in buying.
SAGE: Because I saw the fish at the park in the pond.
SHERLYN ENTERING CHANNEL
SAGE: Aha! Sherlyn, you’re back!
SHERLYN: Laurel: there are two of them.
LAUREL: Sherlyn: ??
SHERLYN: Laurel: I put them in the box.
LAUREL: Sage: either she is incredibly lagged or nuts.
SAGE: sigh

Add that to the fact that we were all getting on and off IRC trying to get the lag to go away and so we kept meeting ourselves (I expected Q to show up any minute) coming and going, saying things that we’d said ten minutes before.

NOTSAGE ENTERING CHANNEL
LAUREL: Who’s that?
SAGE: Oh dear *laughing* that’s me.
NOTSAGE: Laurel? Sherlyn? Are you guys there?
SAGE: notsage: Go away!
NOTSAGE: Oh well, I guess I’ll log out and try again.

Todd got home relatively early last night — before six — and went to sleep around eight thirty, poor thing. Before that, though, we went to the cd store and I thought about buying a Mandy Patinkin album, I confess, I have this huge weakness for contemporary musicals not by Andrew Lloyd Webber, but I listened to it at the store and it sounded to me like he wasn’t singing with his full voice which was a disappointment, so I didn’t buy it after all. When we were getting checked out I was astonished by how teeny the clerk was — she looked about sixteen years old but was actually shorter than me which is something I hardly ever see. The only people shorter than me are generally in the five to eight year old age range. I was saying to Todd as we walked out of the store how teeny she was and he laughed and said, “But Sage, that’s how teeny you look to me you know,” and I said I was glad he was tall because if I were with someone shorter than me I’d be saying how cute they were and patting them on the head all the time *grin*.

I have a thirty six exposure film thingie in the camera, so I’m planning to spend a good part of the day taking pictures of the kitties for the Feline Cohorts section. I figure, thirty six exposures, eight cats — I ought to be able to get one good picture, right?

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