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Detlef Sping:
You're thinking of Himmler.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:26:50 pm)
Detlef Sping:
Stop thinking of Himmler.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:27:15 pm)
Queenie:
who, me?
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:28:05 pm)
Froupie:
i've been asked to edit a video of himmler
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:28:05 pm)
Froupie:
my friend made it its been sitting in her mouldy basement for years
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:28:26 pm)
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(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:31:00 pm)
Detlef Sping:
Himmler in her basement?
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:32:09 pm)
Detlef Sping:
What are the odds of that?
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:32:41 pm)
Detlef Sping:
Remember 'Pats hat'?
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:33:04 pm)
Froupie:
fungus
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:33:30 pm)
Detlef Sping:
That was a great story/script for Queenie.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:33:37 pm)
Detlef Sping:
I remember it now like it was yesterday...
"Now, something was tickling his eyes; ants crawled up his optic nerves, marched through his skull to his brain where they laid tiny eggs that burst into super novas, scattering colors he could not name.
By then Pat was up, pushing the Russians out of his way, looking for something. Near the scrub sink, a chrome cabinet on the counter. Leaning on the Formica white flecked with gold, he pressed his face close to the metal. And cursed, his fist denting the side of the cabinet before he could think. "What have you done to me?" he yelled. "We gave you back something you had lost." Pat looked back at the dented metal, searching for his face, but it was not there. Sockets black and threaded with the purple and red of broken blood vessels. Something alien stared back at him, and started singing:
"You have no idea how hot his brain gets."
You have no idea how wet his hair gets.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:34:49 pm)
Detlef Sping:
It was Pat's hat!
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:35:38 pm)
Detlef Sping:
Oh man.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:36:14 pm)
Queenie:
that sounds really intriguing froupie
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:37:10 pm)
Queenie:
intriuging, er... interesting
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:37:20 pm)
Froupie:
what does?
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:37:37 pm)
Detlef Sping:
Pat's hat?
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:37:49 pm)
Queenie:
I have so much to do today, really crappy stuff like getting my subaru in my name and downgrading my cable and other depressing stuff. I'm taking it in baby steps.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:38:11 pm)
Froupie:
the himmler thing? yeah, well we'll see. i havent seen the footage yet. i might need your advice when the time comes. september maybe.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:38:18 pm)
Detlef Sping:
Himmler.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:38:18 pm)
Queenie:
the mouldy film in the basement.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:38:25 pm)
Froupie:
you really lucked out on the subaru. i wonder if ken remembers buying it. a midlife crisis can make you do crazy things.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:39:19 pm)
Detlef Sping:
Stop it.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:39:24 pm)
Detlef Sping:
No more Himmler.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:39:48 pm)
Froupie:
shes moving soon, we have to clean out the crap in her basement. theres half a dozen boxes of black metal records and mouldy t-shirts down there.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:40:27 pm)
Detlef Sping:
Was Ken drunk when he bought it?
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:40:27 pm)
Froupie:
cradle of filth kicked out their fat drummer. he was "removed" from the band.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:41:05 pm)
Froupie:
i had cocktails with their old keyboard player on sunday night.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:41:44 pm)
Queenie:
removed like a mouldy tumor.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:41:48 pm)
Detlef Sping:
Be thankful they're not 'moldy' T-shirts. or Moby T-shirts I guess.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:42:05 pm)
Froupie:
moby eats mouldy vegan cheese.
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:42:20 pm)
Detlef Sping:
cradle of filth
(Tue Feb 10, 2004 - 12:42:36 pm)