And Thursday evening . . .
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xp_logsJamie runs into an old friend online, moves some plot along, and avoids the angst for a little over half an hour.
Session Start (AIM - betterthanskippy:CarouselGuy): Thu Sep 25 18:31:33 2003
betterthanskippy: Hey! Guido? That you?
CarouselGuy: Who wants to know?
betterthanskippy: Come on, man, it's Jamie. New AIM handle, that's all.
CarouselGuy: Yeah, well, old acquaintances popping up after two years, a guy gets suspicious.
betterthanskippy: It's been six months, dorkface, not two years. And your cat's middle name is Horace.
CarouselGuy: And why is that?
betterthanskippy: Because your baby cousin is a pain in the butt?
CarouselGuy: Jamie!
betterthanskippy: No kidding. :) How you been, man?
CarouselGuy: Can't complain. I think they're gonna try to make me declare a major this year, though, so no more life drawing classes with the cute cheerleader naked models. :(
betterthanskippy: Aww. Sucks to be you.
CarouselGuy: It does. What's new in the State Judy Garland Built?
betterthanskippy: Well, there's a marked absence of me. Mom and Dad sent me to boarding school.
CarouselGuy: You're kidding me. Want a rescue? I can blow off class, we're doing still lifes this week. Cantaloupes. In pairs. The cheerleading squad has the flu and my prof has a sense of humor.
betterthanskippy: No, it's cool, I like it. Very much not the farm. And my girlfriend would kick your ass if you tried.
CarouselGuy: And here I always figured I'd have to air-mail you one or two of the corn-fed Viking lovelies that make the University of Minnesota the greatest place on earth.
betterthanskippy: The greatest place on earth is somewhere the girls wear parkas 95% of the time?
CarouselGuy: Thus the life drawing class.
betterthanskippy: Aah.
CarouselGuy: When we're not drawing cantaloupes.
betterthanskippy: Right. So what about this band of yours? Basil Aileron?
CarouselGuy: Ahh, I should have known. ;) Something some friends and I do on weekends. Couple of little gigs, nothing special.
betterthanskippy: And yet you have fans in Germany. What'd you do, put Hasselhoff on the album cover?
CarouselGuy: Jamie, my boy, I'd like to introduce you to a little thing I like to call "file sharing."
betterthanskippy: Can we do that after we introduce me to a little thing you like to call "anagrams?"
CarouselGuy: Oh ho, figured us out, have you?
betterthanskippy: My girlfriend breaks harder codes than that before breakfast, man. I watch and learn. Besides, the concerts people talk about on the newsgroup don't match the gig schedule on your website, but after a little fun with math they _do_ match the tour stops for a certain unfairly-disgraced musical sensation we both think highly of.
CarouselGuy: Hey, it only has to be good enough to fool the heathen.
betterthanskippy: Good point. So the mutant thing doesn't bother you guys?
CarouselGuy: The record industry being idiots is what bothers us. I always thought there was something special about those special effects.
betterthanskippy: Cool. That's actually kinda what I was looking for--found you by accident.
CarouselGuy: Well, _that_ stings.
betterthanskippy: Find a cheerleader to rub ointment on it then.
CarouselGuy: I told you, they all have the flu. Otherwise I'd be fighting them off.
betterthanskippy: Yeah, I saw. Puberty finally came along, did it?
CarouselGuy: Can I just take a moment to remind you to respect your elders? But yeah, you could kinda call it a late growth spurt. Had to trade in the Beetle for a van, but I couldn't drive the band around in that dinky little thing anyway.
betterthanskippy: You coulda saved money and converted the Beetle into a backpack, from the looks of things.
CarouselGuy: I tried. Kept losing my pens.
betterthanskippy: Can't have that.
CarouselGuy: They start ganging up with lost socks after a while.
betterthanskippy: They do. I've seen it happen. Not pretty.
betterthanskippy: Seriously, though, are you guys publicly pro-mutant?
CarouselGuy: That's a great way to get your head kicked in these days. But we do some fun things with subtext in the lyrics. We're very _quietly_ pro-mutant.
betterthanskippy: Nifty. Anybody else like you guys out there?
CarouselGuy: Oh, hell, yeah. I can send you some links if you want. Just don't make a big spectacle, huh?
betterthanskippy: Hah! I knew it! Yes, _please._ You rock.
CarouselGuy: That I do. Why the interest?
betterthanskippy: Because I decided the world couldn't possibly be stupid enough that _everybody_ hates mutants. Billions of people on the planet, there isn't _anything_ everybody agrees on. Hard to tell sometimes, though.
CarouselGuy: Yeah, I hear you. Glad to help.
betterthanskippy: Actually, while I'm thinking about it, you ever heard of some group called the Third Species? One of my teachers was wondering about it.
CarouselGuy: . . .
betterthanskippy: Guido?
CarouselGuy: Oh, please, Jamie, _please_ don't tell me you've gone murry on me.
betterthanskippy: Murry? What, like Wrinkle in Time?
CarouselGuy: No, stinkbutt, as in "mutant furry." The Third Species idiots. Bunch of complete nutcases who like mutants so much they want to be them. Somebody put me on a mailing list of theirs as a joke last week and I'm hip-deep in promotional literature, which I'm going to shove down the throat of whoever it is when I track them down.
betterthanskippy: Could you send one of the leaflets to my mom to send to me? That teacher of mine wanted to see one. I'll make it worth your while . . .
CarouselGuy: I really don't need an excuse to get rid of this crap, but bribes are always welcome. What'd you have in mind?
betterthanskippy: Incoming. First hit's free, the rest payable on delivery.
*** CarouselGuy has received angelsordevilslive.mp3.
CarouselGuy: . . . Sweet hopping Hastur, is that what I think it is?
betterthanskippy: Depends on if you think it's brand new live Alison Blaire.
CarouselGuy: That's what I thought. Where in _hell_ did you get this, and who do I have to kill to get more? She dropped completely off the map! Nobody's heard _anything_ from her since March! Where in hell did you _get_ this? Why don't I know she's performing again? If this is a hoax, Kansas, I swear to God, I'm going to buy my Beetle back and _throw_ it at you.
betterthanskippy: No hoax. I have a really good source I can't tell you about, and you probably shouldn't share that song with anybody. You're the only one I sent it to.
CarouselGuy: You're killing me. Killing. Me.
betterthanskippy: Sorry, man. Do I get that leaflet?
CarouselGuy: For new live Blaire, I'd send you my _kid,_ if I had any, which thank God I don't, unless that isn't flu going around the cheerleading squad. ;) Junk mail from idiots is definitely within the budget. Tell me she's performing again. Please. You can at least tell me that, right?
betterthanskippy: My source just knew about one small, private gig. No comeback.
CarouselGuy: But she's performing again.
betterthanskippy: Yep. :)
CarouselGuy: Made my week, buddy. Look, I've got some thermoses of chicken soup to go deliver, but you keep in touch, okay? And come see the band if you're ever in town. Bring your girl, I promise not to steal her.
betterthanskippy: Like you could. Try not to catch that flu.
CarouselGuy: No promises. ;)
*** CarouselGuy signed off at Thu Sep 25 19:08:54 2003.
Session Close (CarouselGuy): Thu Sep 25 19:09:37 2003
Session Start (AIM - betterthanskippy:CarouselGuy): Thu Sep 25 18:31:33 2003
betterthanskippy: Hey! Guido? That you?
CarouselGuy: Who wants to know?
betterthanskippy: Come on, man, it's Jamie. New AIM handle, that's all.
CarouselGuy: Yeah, well, old acquaintances popping up after two years, a guy gets suspicious.
betterthanskippy: It's been six months, dorkface, not two years. And your cat's middle name is Horace.
CarouselGuy: And why is that?
betterthanskippy: Because your baby cousin is a pain in the butt?
CarouselGuy: Jamie!
betterthanskippy: No kidding. :) How you been, man?
CarouselGuy: Can't complain. I think they're gonna try to make me declare a major this year, though, so no more life drawing classes with the cute cheerleader naked models. :(
betterthanskippy: Aww. Sucks to be you.
CarouselGuy: It does. What's new in the State Judy Garland Built?
betterthanskippy: Well, there's a marked absence of me. Mom and Dad sent me to boarding school.
CarouselGuy: You're kidding me. Want a rescue? I can blow off class, we're doing still lifes this week. Cantaloupes. In pairs. The cheerleading squad has the flu and my prof has a sense of humor.
betterthanskippy: No, it's cool, I like it. Very much not the farm. And my girlfriend would kick your ass if you tried.
CarouselGuy: And here I always figured I'd have to air-mail you one or two of the corn-fed Viking lovelies that make the University of Minnesota the greatest place on earth.
betterthanskippy: The greatest place on earth is somewhere the girls wear parkas 95% of the time?
CarouselGuy: Thus the life drawing class.
betterthanskippy: Aah.
CarouselGuy: When we're not drawing cantaloupes.
betterthanskippy: Right. So what about this band of yours? Basil Aileron?
CarouselGuy: Ahh, I should have known. ;) Something some friends and I do on weekends. Couple of little gigs, nothing special.
betterthanskippy: And yet you have fans in Germany. What'd you do, put Hasselhoff on the album cover?
CarouselGuy: Jamie, my boy, I'd like to introduce you to a little thing I like to call "file sharing."
betterthanskippy: Can we do that after we introduce me to a little thing you like to call "anagrams?"
CarouselGuy: Oh ho, figured us out, have you?
betterthanskippy: My girlfriend breaks harder codes than that before breakfast, man. I watch and learn. Besides, the concerts people talk about on the newsgroup don't match the gig schedule on your website, but after a little fun with math they _do_ match the tour stops for a certain unfairly-disgraced musical sensation we both think highly of.
CarouselGuy: Hey, it only has to be good enough to fool the heathen.
betterthanskippy: Good point. So the mutant thing doesn't bother you guys?
CarouselGuy: The record industry being idiots is what bothers us. I always thought there was something special about those special effects.
betterthanskippy: Cool. That's actually kinda what I was looking for--found you by accident.
CarouselGuy: Well, _that_ stings.
betterthanskippy: Find a cheerleader to rub ointment on it then.
CarouselGuy: I told you, they all have the flu. Otherwise I'd be fighting them off.
betterthanskippy: Yeah, I saw. Puberty finally came along, did it?
CarouselGuy: Can I just take a moment to remind you to respect your elders? But yeah, you could kinda call it a late growth spurt. Had to trade in the Beetle for a van, but I couldn't drive the band around in that dinky little thing anyway.
betterthanskippy: You coulda saved money and converted the Beetle into a backpack, from the looks of things.
CarouselGuy: I tried. Kept losing my pens.
betterthanskippy: Can't have that.
CarouselGuy: They start ganging up with lost socks after a while.
betterthanskippy: They do. I've seen it happen. Not pretty.
betterthanskippy: Seriously, though, are you guys publicly pro-mutant?
CarouselGuy: That's a great way to get your head kicked in these days. But we do some fun things with subtext in the lyrics. We're very _quietly_ pro-mutant.
betterthanskippy: Nifty. Anybody else like you guys out there?
CarouselGuy: Oh, hell, yeah. I can send you some links if you want. Just don't make a big spectacle, huh?
betterthanskippy: Hah! I knew it! Yes, _please._ You rock.
CarouselGuy: That I do. Why the interest?
betterthanskippy: Because I decided the world couldn't possibly be stupid enough that _everybody_ hates mutants. Billions of people on the planet, there isn't _anything_ everybody agrees on. Hard to tell sometimes, though.
CarouselGuy: Yeah, I hear you. Glad to help.
betterthanskippy: Actually, while I'm thinking about it, you ever heard of some group called the Third Species? One of my teachers was wondering about it.
CarouselGuy: . . .
betterthanskippy: Guido?
CarouselGuy: Oh, please, Jamie, _please_ don't tell me you've gone murry on me.
betterthanskippy: Murry? What, like Wrinkle in Time?
CarouselGuy: No, stinkbutt, as in "mutant furry." The Third Species idiots. Bunch of complete nutcases who like mutants so much they want to be them. Somebody put me on a mailing list of theirs as a joke last week and I'm hip-deep in promotional literature, which I'm going to shove down the throat of whoever it is when I track them down.
betterthanskippy: Could you send one of the leaflets to my mom to send to me? That teacher of mine wanted to see one. I'll make it worth your while . . .
CarouselGuy: I really don't need an excuse to get rid of this crap, but bribes are always welcome. What'd you have in mind?
betterthanskippy: Incoming. First hit's free, the rest payable on delivery.
*** CarouselGuy has received angelsordevilslive.mp3.
CarouselGuy: . . . Sweet hopping Hastur, is that what I think it is?
betterthanskippy: Depends on if you think it's brand new live Alison Blaire.
CarouselGuy: That's what I thought. Where in _hell_ did you get this, and who do I have to kill to get more? She dropped completely off the map! Nobody's heard _anything_ from her since March! Where in hell did you _get_ this? Why don't I know she's performing again? If this is a hoax, Kansas, I swear to God, I'm going to buy my Beetle back and _throw_ it at you.
betterthanskippy: No hoax. I have a really good source I can't tell you about, and you probably shouldn't share that song with anybody. You're the only one I sent it to.
CarouselGuy: You're killing me. Killing. Me.
betterthanskippy: Sorry, man. Do I get that leaflet?
CarouselGuy: For new live Blaire, I'd send you my _kid,_ if I had any, which thank God I don't, unless that isn't flu going around the cheerleading squad. ;) Junk mail from idiots is definitely within the budget. Tell me she's performing again. Please. You can at least tell me that, right?
betterthanskippy: My source just knew about one small, private gig. No comeback.
CarouselGuy: But she's performing again.
betterthanskippy: Yep. :)
CarouselGuy: Made my week, buddy. Look, I've got some thermoses of chicken soup to go deliver, but you keep in touch, okay? And come see the band if you're ever in town. Bring your girl, I promise not to steal her.
betterthanskippy: Like you could. Try not to catch that flu.
CarouselGuy: No promises. ;)
*** CarouselGuy signed off at Thu Sep 25 19:08:54 2003.
Session Close (CarouselGuy): Thu Sep 25 19:09:37 2003
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Date: 2003-09-27 01:11 pm (UTC)Missed the Jamie.
Love him again.
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Date: 2003-09-27 04:44 pm (UTC)Luckily Ali's going to track the boy down soon and hopefully smack some sense into him, or something, and once he's had a chance to vent he'll be sleeping a little better.
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Date: 2003-09-27 05:19 pm (UTC)*thwappity thwap thwap!*
;)
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Date: 2003-09-27 01:33 pm (UTC)