[11:02
AM] Ms. Rose:
Guess
who I just got on chat! Dickens on Ebenezer St. LOL
[11:04
AM] Mr. Blue:
lol
[11:29
AM] Mr. Silver:
"I
am the Ghost of IT Past."
"Long
past?"
"No,
your past. Come back with me to when you were young. Do
not fear being observed, these are but shadows."
"LOOK!
It's me, as a boy! I'm downloading 'Samantha Fox Strip Poker'
on a 150 baud modem to a C-64! Oh those were magic days!"
[11:29
AM] Ms. Rose:
Haha
[11:31
AM] Mr. Silver:
Editor's
note, this scene is partly based in reality...
:)
I
did have a C-64...I did borrow a 150 baud modem. But Samantha
Fox's game was actually included with the set of disks I got with the
computer.
Ultra-grainy
monochrome pictures of her mostly clothed that didn't always load
without crashing was not a highlight discovery.
[11:34
AM] Mr. Blue:
“Log
in! And know me better man!”
[11:36
AM] Mr. Silver:
"What
is it? It tastes lovely!"
"It
is the milk of unlimited high-speed broadband, and you have clearly
never tasted it before."
"My
brothers told me all about you, you miserable excuse for a man."
"I
can't say as I've met any of them."
"I
daresay not."
"How
many brothers do you have?"
"How
many bits in a byte?"
"...twenty-four
and a thousand."
"Then
I have twenty-three and a thousand brothers!"
[11:41
AM] Mr. Silver:
When
I was a repair guy we got a call to Pittsburgh Brewing. The
boss sent 4 of us...bit confused by that but it was to be "good
experience" for me and Mr. Pig-Iron.
So
we stood around while one of the veterans talked and one of the other
guys fixed.
And
with a hearty "Thanks a lot!", they loaded the car with 6
cases of beer for us.
"Ooooohhhhh...ok."
Hehehe
[11:44
AM] Ms. Rose:
Nice.
I used to live right across from Iron City brewery. It was rumored
that most of the employees were crocked 24/7 and I can confirm that
they gave out free beer on the tours.
[11:45
AM] Mr. Brown:
Yeah,
I always wondered about breweries
Looks
like they always drinking
[11:50
AM] Mr. Silver:
Oddly
enough, hobbyist brewers do too.
Rarely
been to a session where we didn't end up drinking more than we were
making.
[11:51
AM] Mr. Brown:
I
mean, all the Sam Adams commercials are the employees drinking
“Hey!
Buy our beer, it tastes good cause, we drink while we make it!”
[11:53
AM] Mr. Silver:
"We...urp...test
for quolor and hops...and...um...quality! From the moment we get up
at 1:30 in the afternoon til last call...uh...at the end of the work
day."
[11:54
AM] Ms. Rose:
Dammit,
Henry! *hic* You passed out again while roasting the barley! Now we
have to call it "special reserve *hic* dark."
[11:55
AM] Mr. Brown:
"Henry,
every Oct-oboer, you drop a damn - pumpkin pie in the vat"
"An
we have to call it pumkin beer"
[11:59
AM] Mr. Silver:
One
of my few set-piece jokes seems appropriate:
When
Mrs. Flanagan saw Mitch and Danny coming up the walk, she knew it
was bad news.
"We're
sorry ma'am, but Flanagan fell into a beer vat today. He's
drowned."
"Ah
he didn't! He didn't! Tell me, did he suffer long?"
"Well,
there is that. Before he went under he'd got out three times to
piss."
[12:01
PM] Ms. Rose:
Bwwahahaha!
[12:01
PM] Mr. Blue:
lol
[12:12
PM] Mr. Brown:
Kinda
like “Beerfest”
[12:13
PM] Mr. Silver:
Mmm?
Got
my version from a not-even-close-to-PC Irish/Arab joke book in the
70s
[12:14
PM] Ms. Rose:
There's
a scene in “Beerfest” where a dude drinks his way out of a GIANT
vat of beer.
[12:15
PM] Mr. Brown:
He
did not drink his way out
He
tried too
[12:15
PM] Ms. Rose:
Spoiler
alert!
[12:16
PM] Mr. Silver:
Like
in "Strange Brew"
Except
with success.
"Oh
jeez I gotta take a leak so bad I can taste it!"
[12:54
PM] Ms. Rose:
Ha!
Haven't seen that in forever.
[12:55
PM] Mr. Silver:
I've
never seen all of it together in one go.
[12:55
PM] Mr. Brown:
What
is that?
[12:55
PM] Mr. Silver:
"Strange
Brew"
Bob
McKenzie is trapped in a tank filling with beer and decides to only
way to survive is to drink it all.
[12:56
PM] Mr. Brown:
I
watched the whole thing but cannot remember much of it
lol
(The
following unedited Mr. Brown...yadda yadda... - Mr. Silver)
[12:58
PM] Mr. Brown:
crap
so a pictuer of linole richy
now
i have " HELLO IS S ME YOUR LOOKING FOR "
running
through my head
[12:59
PM] Mr. Blue:
Linoleum
Richie
[12:59
PM] Mr. Brown:
lol
[12:59
PM] Ms. Rose:
Hahahaha
I
heard Linoleum Richie did a side project with Plank Williams and Jim
Morrison of The Floors.
[1:02
PM] Mr. Blue:
heheheh
[1:11
PM] Mr. Blue:
Apparently
the medicine cabinets are going away because people downstairs are
abusing them
Like
immediately after being filled, they're emptied by agents. lol
[1:12
PM] Mr. Silver:
For
a floor of people who horde ice for no apparent reason and complain
for more, for some reason this is hardly surprising to me.
Which
brings us to me leaving yesterday.
[1:13
PM] Ms. Rose:
You
mean you guys don't eat 48 Tylenol and chase it down with a bottle of
hand sanitizer?
[1:13
PM] Mr. Blue:
Harlan
was saying that things were disappearing frequently that had no
business disappearing...like arm slings
[1:14
PM] Mr. Silver:
On
the way out I took a side turn to talk Kids In The Hall with Mr. Blue
and then around to tell Ned that a closing piece of BS we'd worked on
was done...
And
I'm walking past Jack, and he's trying to get a clear plastic hobby
case...like for beads or whatever...shoved into his desk drawer.
Every chamber packed with inch and a half paper packets.
"Hiding
your paraphernalia and...other..eh?"
"Don't
know what you’re talking about. (shove shove)"
"SURE
you do...I've seen it on TEE-vee and online. They look just
like them there heroin papers."
"Nonsense!"
(Zach
walks up) "Just walk away, man..."
"Hehehe..."
(Zach)
"How long do you think you have til retirement, eh?"
"Apparently
til this afternoon in the alley, as I walk to my car. :-D "
[12:29
PM] Ms. Rose:
Every
time I think of (area), I mentally picture a nuclear fallout zone
with babushka ladies shivering in the cold and fighting for bread.
[12:30
PM] Mr. Blue:
lol
The
Forbidden Zone
The
Wasteland
[12:30
PM] Mr. Silver:
I
picture the same, but they're fighting over Starbucks and the like.
[12:31
PM] Ms. Rose:
"Please
call 1-800-PUTIN to be ignored by a different entity."
[12:33
PM] Mr. Silver:
"If
you need service, press 1.”
“If
you have a complaint, press 1.“
“If
you wish to report a traitor, press 1."
...
...
“Comrade
Rose, you are wasting the People's time. Please press 1."
[12:34
PM] Ms. Rose:
LOL
[12:34
PM] Mr. Silver:
"...
put down the coffee and press 1 please ... waiting will offer no
other options."
(beeep)
"That was a 5, but thank
you...a representative has been dispatched to your location. How may
we assist you, random anonymous comrade?"
[9:09
AM] Mr. Brown:
Oh!
So Mr. Silver, have you ever eaten a paw paw?
My
pap got me some paw paws.
[9:11
AM] Mr. Silver:
Pap
Pap's paw paws, huh?
Not
that I recall, no
[9:12
AM] Mr. Brown:
I've
never had them either
I'm
just waiting for them to get ripe to try them
My
dad says they taste like banana pudding
[9:14
AM] Mr. Silver:
...and
knowing how much I like that...
I'd
try one as a curiosity but it doesn't bode well
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