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Queenie:
Great. More fighter jets. Now what? Why must they fly so fucking low??
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 4:12:37 pm)

(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 4:23:24 pm)

Decoy:
Tiem to go ants light out! Whoop.
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 5:03:43 pm)

Decoy:
TIME TO GO AND ITS STILL LIGHT OUT.
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 5:05:46 pm)

Decoy:
Time to go and I haven't started to drink yet.
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 5:06:07 pm)

Chewing Wax:
Work work work.
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 5:08:35 pm)

Chewing Wax:
A long but long day. Night.
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 5:09:54 pm)

Queenie:
While in my isolation chamber thinking hard about my revisions, the elusive ending occured to me. Good stuff. And there's a new '24' tonight, so things could be a heck of a lot worse!
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 5:17:51 pm)

Decoy:
Ooooooo, a trick ending. Like Columbo?
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 6:31:53 pm)

:
viva Santo!
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 7:24:22 pm)

theo:
God bless the Beatles.
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 9:33:49 pm)

Queenie:
Fuckin' a, Theo. Fuckin' a.
(Tue Jan 22, 2002 - 9:58:56 pm)

Myk Murphy:
damn, i missed "24", but the band session tonight went very well. i really like this song we're working on, and it just sort of came together last week. this week we recorded parts correctly. hooray! i see in the archives that kcq will make a triumphant return to galaxy hut. that's cool. iota (across the street, down half a block) would also dig your music, just in case things soured with g hut. if only they get your name right this time...
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 12:06:46 am)

Queenie:
It's ok, they'll re-run it on friday. i suggest you don't miss it, it was a kicker!
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 1:13:25 am)

:
A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He slides up to the bar and announces: "I'm looking for the man who shot my paw."
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 1:17:09 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
ennui
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 3:42:08 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Someone gave me free cookies! That cheered me up no end.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 4:39:26 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
America to Paris for a booty call could usually be construed as romantic and impulsive. But seeing as how trans-atlantic flights are about twenty quid at the moment, it's probably cheaper than going to a brothel in your home town.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 4:41:05 am)

Queenie:
how much is that in euros?
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 5:12:06 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
half. half a euro.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 5:22:18 am)

Cushca:
And three groats.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 5:40:19 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Many a mickle makes a muckle.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 5:47:11 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
What a country. The only country in the world where a dead person knocks a dead person off the top of the music charts.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 5:48:19 am)

Myk Murphy:
Good morning. Does bob the builder still have a spot on the uk music charts? Yeah, flights are very cheap. If i only had precious time!
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 7:38:29 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
I believe Bob the Builder is "resting". We have John the Plasterer at our house at the moment. He's bloody marvellous. Paint-spattered casual sportswear, says things like "cheerio mate" and so on. Brings his own flask of tea.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 7:51:52 am)

Decoy:
Sounds like a character.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 8:36:42 am)

Decoy:
Whos dead now?
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 8:37:54 am)

Decoy:
For God's sake, somebody please stop the shredding!
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 8:38:31 am)

Decoy:

Golly.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 8:40:02 am)

Decoy:
Interesting:
http://www.intel.com/cure/anthrax.htm
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 8:48:07 am)

Decoy:
Ok well, later.
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 8:52:04 am)

Cushca:
Come back!
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 9:01:05 am)

Mrs Dr GB:
Come back! We have to share with you the delights of Vickie and other amazing tat!
(Wed Jan 23, 2002 - 9:05:15 am)