Best exchange ever? (apart from gorilla suit banter)
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Rob Corr au (8:30:30 PM): Check it out: hidden scene in Tron.
Rob Corr au (8:30:59 PM): I guess I should've kept watching after the first 15 minutes
Lord Malser (8:31:50 PM): well observed Mr Corr
Lord Malser (8:31:54 PM): hang on…
Rob Corr au (8:32:16 PM): Heh, it was forwarded to me. Why the fuck would I be searching for pictures of Tron?
Lord Malser (8:32:32 PM): I meant on the politeness thing
Lord Malser (8:32:37 PM): very strange
Lord Malser (8:32:40 PM): Tron?
Rob Corr au (8:33:02 PM): Yeah, Tron:
Lord Malser (8:33:15 PM): I saw it the first time
Lord Malser (8:33:26 PM): are you sassin' me?
Rob Corr au (8:33:31 PM): Then why did you ask “Tron?”
Lord Malser (8:33:41 PM): Stop sassin' me
Rob Corr au (8:33:52 PM): Stop saying “sassin'”
Lord Malser (8:34:10 PM): If you want me to stop saying sassin' stop giving me so much damn sass
Rob Corr au (8:34:24 PM): don't make me go upside your head
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I'm Lord Malser, on this occassion…
Despite maiming and possibly killing a cyclist (we didn't stop to check)on the way back to the City West Licensing Centre, I just passed my driving test on the first attempt. The spirit of Zabka possessed me and I showed NO MERCY to the road and its feeble attempts to hinder me.
This means that after logging 25 hours driving and passing a hazard perception test, I will be mobile.
This, in turn, means that Hirsch and K-Bot won't be doing all the driving when we sweep across the nation like flying monkeys to ruin the lives of Melbourne's Testimonial Fascist Fair Go Party.
Last night Whisson and I crashed at his mother's place. After we talked garbage until 4am, I managed to fall asleep in the living room, only to be awoken by the blistering hot sun about two hours later. I dozed in and out of sleep until 9am. I read for a while.
Two hours later Alex and brother Whisson were up. Mrs W offered to make me breakfast and after declining for a while I caved in. I had five slives of toast with grilled cheese and sliced gherkin. Excelent combination… I wonder if it's a Swiss thing. Alex and his older brother Marcus ate toast with marmalade. Alex made no attempt to stop his mother from making me breakfast. I drank a cup of tea with the toast, and later a cup of coffee while the four of us watched Chappelle's Show.
Marcus and I worked on a CD portfolio I am putting together to display my journalistic and photgraphic wares to potential employers at community newspapers. Maybe I should just direct 'em to this site and have them read the Hungry Are The Damned series.
I drank a few glasses of apple and mango juice to keep my fluids up.
Today I stayed in my battered compound until 1pm, forcing Malser to make his own breakfast. It was a bowl of cereal, followed by a cup of coffee.
I am yet to make breakfast for myself. I am planning on chilli beans and rice with a cup of Earl Grey tea. It is, after all, 1:08pm.
So, while Alex hasn't made breakfast for both of us, it is a partial victory.
This time it was just too damned hard. I woke up at about 7 and after trying to sleep for an hour and a half gave up and got up. The cricket was on so I managed to resist the urge to make breakfast for some time. Jacob Oram's post-100 rampage was awesome, especially his consecutive sixes off Kaspa. Lovely six from Kyle Mills against Warnie.
Finally, at about quarter past ten I cracked. Bini most likely hit the hay at around six AM, so I left him be. Whisson was showing no signs of capitulation - the silence from his bedroom was deafening. Even a phone call from Yee failed to rouse him. I started to prepare breakfast for two (it must be the Italian mama in my genes).
Today it was four pieces of toast, 3 eggs scrambled (with vintage cheddar grated in, cracked pepper, some salt and a little milk) and a tin of baked beans. Coffee for Lord Malser and a cup of English breakfast for myself. By the time we got infront of the television NZ was all out for 353, a very good recovery from their 5/138.
Alex made a show of gratitude but he was laughing at me on the inside. Ruthless bastard. Tomorrow is Saturday and a whole new beginning. I'll celebrate the Shabbat by waking Alex up immediately after I get up, lying to him about what time it is and claiming breakfast is ready. I'll hide his coffee and cigarettes. Then we will wait, and when he makes breakfast - he'll get his damn narcotics back.