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Chewing Wax:
Sabres 8... Fliers.... 0
(Sat Apr 21, 2001 - 8:29:28 pm)

m©:
The fliers need a miracle.
(Sat Apr 21, 2001 - 9:34:29 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Yes
(Sat Apr 21, 2001 - 9:54:03 pm)

:
The key is Massachusetts and the plant proposed for Oxbridge.
(Sun Apr 22, 2001 - 3:22:29 pm)

:
nackers yard?
(Sun Apr 22, 2001 - 3:42:20 pm)

Decode:
We have deciphered your code. Reply:Niner bravo six november foxtrot.
(Sun Apr 22, 2001 - 3:44:05 pm)

(Sun Apr 22, 2001 - 4:24:04 pm)

Myk Murphy:
that's fine news, queenie. they still haven't figured out why people go in and out of comas. one of my colleagues took a spill on rollerblades while in sydney Oz, at about 35mph. no helmet. he busted his melon quite nicely, and now gets nasty migraines, but his doc said that he could have just as easily become comatose. tell your lucky friend spie that she's used up her good karma for a while. she'll be totally out of the woods if she doesn't start getting siezures, god forbid. she needs to be very careful for a bit. her family must be thrilled.
(Sun Apr 22, 2001 - 6:07:47 pm)

Queenie:
They are, Myk. They all made their peace and said their goodbyes when they took her off the ventilator. But she was just not ready to give up yet, I guess! She has two babies - I suspect she pulled through for them.
(Sun Apr 22, 2001 - 7:00:58 pm)

Back from Limbo: the strange story:
Do I smell a screenplay?
(Sun Apr 22, 2001 - 7:13:31 pm)

Myk Murphy:
i wouldn't try to assign too much meaning to it, queenie, unless a screenplay really IS in the works. i'm not sure if people can will themselves to wake. i think it's all just good or bad luck. obviously, this one is classified under "good". that's just my opinion, which ain't much.
(Sun Apr 22, 2001 - 10:54:24 pm)

Heruka:
People can live semi-normal lives while stuck in a coma with little to no brain activity. Hence the Democratic Party.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 12:39:37 am)

Heruka:
When my mother was dying a couple of years ago I took a walk. My mother had been dying for many years. She was bedridden ten years or so before she actually died. She could have gone at any time. Well, I took this walk. While on this walk I noticed the most peculiar thing I have ever seen. I was walking past this graveyard when I noticed a pack of ravens attacking a flock chickadee. It was interesting. I've seen crows, ravens and blackbirds hunt as they hunt in packs. But this time they had this small flock of chickadees in a tight knit flock, like a school of fish. Everyonce in a while, a raven would dive into the flock and kill a chickadee. The chickadee would drop to the ground after the raven attacked. Then the raven would resume it's place with the pack circling the flock. Apparently to get the fallen chickadee later. While I've never heard of such a thing before, the really interesting thing about this this is this scene was being played out over the graveyard. A life and death struggle over a cemetary. How appropriate. To make a long story short, within a months time, my mother would be buried in that cemetary. Not too distant from that area where I had noticed the birds. I'm not sure how this story relates to anything here. But Myks cynicism in believing in nothing it seems provoked the thought. I suppose what I'm trying to say is, that if you're in touch enough, life kinda reveals itself to you in some way. That is all.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 12:59:28 am)

Heruka:
I think I've told that story to maybe three other people.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 1:00:02 am)

Heruka:
But Myks cynicism in believing in SOMETHING.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 1:02:43 am)

Queenie:
Anything is open to interpretation.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 1:47:26 am)

(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 4:57:53 am)

Chewing Wax:
Good morning
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 9:17:43 am)

Cushca:
Afternoon, sugar.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 9:28:46 am)

Chewing Wax:
How are you?
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 9:40:31 am)

Chewing Wax:

You can't see me, but I'm about to bust some heads.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 9:47:47 am)

Cushca:
Not too bad at all. And you?
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 10:09:35 am)

Chewing Wax:
Pretty excellent
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 10:12:52 am)

Cushca:
Oh really.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 10:56:27 am)

Cushca:
Why so?
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 11:18:39 am)

Chewing Wax:
I don't know. It's a nice day out. I'm starving though.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 11:20:39 am)

Cushca:
Go and get some food then. Or even better, send someone else out to get it for you.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 12:03:43 pm)

orange:
cushca... i haven't got your number... call me.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 12:07:03 pm)

Queenie:
I hate waking up to shitty news. Our $15,000 job just turned into a $2000 job because the boss man at the company is getting into a pissing contest about the content . He says he doesn't "trust us" to build the products area because it's too techinical and he thinks we'd fuck it up and he wants to do it himself. I've seen this guy's coding and it sucks fat ass. Bastard.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 1:15:53 pm)

Queenie:
I misspelled "technical". Ironical.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 1:16:24 pm)

rOb!:
Peter Buck's been a baaaad baaaad boy.
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 1:20:18 pm)

Queenie:
What'd Peter Buck do?
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 1:31:51 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Where's Sleepy been?
(Mon Apr 23, 2001 - 2:02:31 pm)