What the hell am I doing posting at 12:35am Saturday night?

why am I posting at 7:38?? why will i be posting at 12:00?? why do i never leave the house anymore and talk to my fellow humans?? because I AM A LOSER.

(it's alright ma, i'm only bleating.)

You woke up and dreamt of Pink Moose . In a cold sweat you tried to email me, not knowing my email adress , you had to post to make sure i was sending you pyschic messages
or your drunk and isnomniacs

you are reducing yr dependence on society pete: it is the way forward for all

move towards the light...

I don't know why you're on the internet, but I know why I'm on the internet. I'm stranded in the cultural wasteland of Upstate NY with no way back home! If I were back in London, I'd be at the Spitz getting drunk with the Channel Six. Hey, that rhymes. Which is where you should be, young man Pete. You should be ashamed of yourself. Humph.

It's five in the afternoon and I'm going out for Mexican soon. I'm posting now because I'm killing time. Yay!

I was at the Spitz this afternoon - but I had to leave....(Mysterious ellipses)

I'm still up and on the 'puter as my friend is chatting to me on ICQ and she won't SHURRUP!

Also stranded in the cultural wasteland of Upstate New York but this is a semipermanent condition so I have other things I should probably be doing. Currently I'm trying to avoid doing anything useful. I've been reading all day for that reason but it was getting claustrophobic.

Kate, the Channel Six were RUBBISH tonight. And the singer had a double bad mullet.

It is now 12:21 AM on a Saturday night, and I am home posting on ILE, but I'll be damned if I'm a looser.

Oh, but we're talking about Pete.

The thing I don't get - why do people post here when they're drunk? They should be snogging or puking or taking drugs? Do most of y'all have your inner nerd emerge after a few brewskis? I no get.

it's now 1 am. i missed my 12:00 deadline. and i'm still a loser (even if david is not; not that i was trying to imply that everyone who posted late at night on a weekend is a looser.) what did i do tonite? drank rum from the bottle and watched willie wonka. drunk now, which proves david's theory, although it provides no answers. confusing.

David is gone and i have a house party tomorrow

I'm here, too ... partly getting things done that didn't (because of you-know-what), partly because I really don't feel like going out tonight (again, because of you-know-what).

Oh, pshaw! That is the second time this morning that someone has told me that the C6 wre rubbish because of the badness of their hair, and I don't believe either of you. ::sticks fingers in ears and whistles:: la la la la laaaa la laaa laaa la la I'm sure they were wonderful and even if they were less than stellar, I love them anyway.

It wasn't the badness of hair that made them rubbish. I could have tolerated the awful piece of Hoxton irony atop the singer's head if they hadn't sounded like every would-be drone rock band's first ever rehearsal.

Ah, see, RickyT, that is exactly *why* I love them.

hee hee, the Channel 6. They're alright, y'know...

I often find myself wondering why I spend so much of my time wandering around the Two-Headed Bitch Godesses of I Love Asterisks, but I find the answer is usually that I really can't be fucked to do anything else, because I am the most lazy person in the universe. Ah well...

Incorrect answer, Emily. You are here because you love us and want to have all of our babies. Even Anthony's!

thanx ned , i think :)

The Channel Six were ULARIOUSLY bad - looked like a few years back they'd found a second hand copy of The Velvet Underground For Beginners chord book and ONLY MANAGED TO READ THE FIRST PAGE. Which said, the Velvet Underground got old and minged. So they managed to do THAT. And then they get on stage and play two chords and bore everyone and you're reduced to drinking POWER SHANDIES.

Later on, we openly laughed at be-mulleted singer in the downstairs bar. OH WHOT FUN.

POWER SHANDY = THE DRINK OF THE FUTURE!

Oh, I WEEP!!! I weep BITTER TEARS, as Ned would say. Not only did you get to see my favourite band, the C6, but you did not DESERVE to see them, as you clearly didn't appreciate them. Oh, fie and codrottle, this is an unfairness. You were clearly so disabled by the shandy that your eardrums were affected by your drunkenness. Alright, so their bemulletted singer is one of the most annoying people to ever grace the earth, but I'll not have a bad word said against Dan nor Ollie or I'll whump yer arses, every one, when I get back to London. (That priviledge of mercilessly mocking said dirty dronerock boys is reserved solely for me, coz I actually likes them, so it's different and done with love, with love I tell you, humph!)

I am so offended, I grok much wrongness in this thread.

(Unless, of course, this is yet another game of that favourite form of "Bait The Kate", as discovered and much loved by Ver Lolleez list, which is to "Bait The Kate By Insulting The C6". Ah yes, now I see, that is all it is, and I refuse to be rattled because I know they must have been brilliant, and I will not hear otherwise, because I know that to rise to the bait is to invite more baiting.)

So la la la la laaaaaa, I can't hear you. ::Sticks fingers in ears and continues to hum::

The consumption of power shandies was only commenced at the end of the Channel 6 set. Our critical faculties were therefore undulled when they were playing and we are only reporting what we saw ie they are a lot of mouldy chizz.

I weep BITTER TEARS, as Ned would say.

And when you do so, you must do so copiously. ;-)

In the meantime, it seems you have not yet truly driven Kate to the limits of anger regarding the C6 and their apparent mass content of suck (I've only heard a couple tracks, rather liked them actually!). In order to make your un-friend, you must simply repeat this statement to her (which I have not done, for I believe it not):

"The Strokes are clearly far superior to the waffling silly that is the Channel 6."

At which point you will lose consciousness, only to wake in the hospital with your relatives tenderly looking after you and a Spacemen 3 bootleg wedged deeply in your sternum.

If I told you what I was doing at this time, you probably wouldn't believe me. Six hours later, the scene was pretty out-there.

How unfun of you NOT TO SHARE.