February 19, 2007

• I've got a lunch date, but will try to make the meetup, as a chance to see one's favourite ninja monkey is a rare and beautiful thing.
• meetup...again... Seething with jealousy. Begging for shout out.
• Oh, indeed with the seething. If y'all are going to Garlic & Shots, it may go beyond seething and all the way to impotent rage. Have fun! And shoutouts!
• :(
• So near, yet so far. I'll send my sister in my stead. You'd like her.
• would love to ... but I'm gonna be sanding the underside of my dad's boat and then watching Arsenal thrash Chelsea in the Carling Cup ...
• D'oh! I have a charidee gig that day. Will wait for the next one though....
• OH GUESS WHO'S SO THERE
• Ooh...God, no...don't tell, me...Argh, I give up, give us a clue muteboy. Also, dick, that is nearly as bad an excuse as grouting. Get down the pub for those of us as can't. seethes
• Abi ... I am so with you but Mrs Dotcom and Dotcom snr are ganging up on me and insisting ... so I shall be in a barn in Kent ...
• Chandos in St Martins Lane is cool.
• Fuck it, let's go to Camden and take some Acid.
• I'll send my sister in my stead. You'd like her. *taps fingertips together in contemplation*
• The monkeys of London went out for a drink (It was winter of 2007, I think). They ordered some rum, and a Singapore Sling, And a bottle of something that made their eyes sting, They asked for some pints and some quarts and some gallons, All garnished with olives and cherries and scallions. They had some Shiraz, and some crème de cacao, And as many Rob Roys as their purse would allow. One brave little monkey requested some some gin In a comical glass that came up to his chin. They filled up the bathtub with ice and Merlot (Why’d the pub have a tub? There’s the rub. I don’t know.) And Riesling and sherry, chianti and grappa - Enough to make lesser folk run home to Papa - Then gathered around it with straws and abandon, Until the pub’s floor was too wobbly to stand on. The kindly old landlord brought over some pillows And half a carafe of his best Manzanillo. The monkeys then cried, “If we die now and here We’ll be laid out with beer, instead of a bier.”
• Hey! That's my sister you're contempulatin' there, bub!
• ))), TUM!
• Brava TUM! And the Chandos sounds fine (unless they're showing the footie...) I'm away from the computer between now and sunday, so could someone text me the final details? Pallas? Thanks! See y'all there!
• I'm getting drunk off the fumes over here. Please to shout out, if you can manage it without stomach upset.
• Cool. Let's see if flash and dng are about too. And let's publish a book of MoFi poetry, starring TUM.
• Sister...yeah, right. It's just kit in drag. I'm not falling for that one again ...I mean, for the first time...yeah.
• Texting: will do.
• TUM FTMFW! Plegmund? How about that pint?
• Take pictures! Lots of pretty pictures!
• Bush Sucks!! Ha! Haaaa! Take that, corrupt administration!
• Sweet bon mot, dude.
• >:( I want pub beer. And London and Firenze monkeys. And cash. Ooh, yeah, lots of cash. And the Queen of Jordan too, I think I mentioned her in another thread. And there's this great PDA I saw at Office Max. Some corned beef hash would be nice. Or a couple of biscuits. Goddammit.
• There there. *pat* *pat* There there.
• Oh, the memories. I twitch with the urge. Lemme see a shoutout!
• I am actually planning corned beef hash as a tea for this week. If anyone's passing, well, y'know, just bring your own brown sauce and we're away...
• Poor mct. Poor poor poor zzzzzzzzzz
• /packs brown sauce (making sure to sellotape lid shut) /boards train
• Can I come? And can we club together to ship in TUM?
• Ooooh, I wanna come too! Will there be bramble jelly involved somehow?
• Good God woman! Not with corned beef hash! Maybe on the toast we have for supper whilst watching some teevee later.
• Will the CBH have egg on top? Corned beef, with chips or with salad its Corned beef, even Buckingham Palace eats Corned beef, tell me haven't you tried corned beef Haaaassssshhhhh
• I'll have to check with my domestic authorities on this one (ie the meetup, not corned beef hash).
• It would be grand to see you, Plegmund (and everyone). Can you not get an afternoon pass? ;) kit: that reminds me of my Grandad when we first had Cranberry Sauce with the Xmas turkey (mid 80's UK): "What do we want jam on the meat for?"
• Ah! That reminds me of when we ran out of meat and jam and had to eat Grandad. Good times.
• I found him a little stringy myself.
• Monkeyfilter: good God woman! Not with corned beef hash!
• I miss Lunnun! Have fun...for..mee...*sniff
• Oh me me me me (in my dreams)...! Pixplskthks!
• So... tomorrow, what happen?
• Chandos, just north of Trafalgar Square. What time? MJ said late afternoon, into evening. 3pm? 4pm?
• Let's say 4 onwards? In the Chandos. Hurrah.
• Is it over yet? *useless at time zones*
• No, it's tomorrow! See you there, everyone!
• Not that I would ask for a shout-out, because that would be insulting to both parties, but if one were to come my way, I wouldn't mind. No, not at all.
• Also: It is easy to draw dogs. Just something to keep in mind.
• >:--- Man-squito wishes a good time for all!
• Please note that fish are easier to draw than dawgs, and are in general less likely to bite or wee on one. Happy draughts!
• The tracikracken is a many-tentacled but easy-to-draw wee beastie.
• The bluehorses only have four tenticles legs!
• For me, please draw a plum floating in perfume in a man's hat.
• I just ask that someone have a very fancy drink for me. Something quite expensive and exotic. Then tell me how wonderful it was.
• well everyone can draw a snake, right? just wash, rinse, repeat until you've got a headfull :D
• Lovely that you have a headfull of squeeky clean, shiny, well-conditioned snakes, Medusa!
• generally, I do. not today, mr. medusa & I got into a bit of a car accident today, so I'm a bit banged up and completely unshowered :D
• I mean last night. dang head bumps!
• car accident??? oh noes!
• Geez. Hope you're okay, Medusa.
• You and the spouse, that is.
• this isn't like those quotes on bash.org where there's a fire or something and the first thing the person does is go on IRC and tell everyone, is it? [Medusa] hey guys i flipped my car [Medusa] i'm still in it hope you are both ok!
• Likewise with the o.k. hoping.
• [m0fik0k0] lol@muteboy [m0fik0k0] hey medusa get out it's gonna blow!! [m0fik0k0] lol jk hope ur ok [m0fik0k0] seriously u shuld get out tho
• OUCH! Head-bumps and snakes don't go together. Wishing you and Mr. M well, my dear.
• Oh man, I completely missed this. Excellently, quidnunc and mothninja and plegmund just gave me a ring, though, completely out of the blue. It was the best (and most literal) shout out ever. (Its just a shame I couldn't be there)
• mr. medusa ran a red light, then we got t-boned by a cab. It would appear that I broke the side window with my head. a bump, blood, but no injury. the emts checked me out. not so sure the Honda is going to make it tho. :( ooh! a phone shout out, dng. that is AWESOME and my smooshed snakes are green with envy :D
• Pictures... There will be many more (and better) from other people idc.
• Hooray!
• Fun was had! Outs were shouted! Beers were downed! Film at 11.
• ooooooooooo.
• Oh, the seeeeeething!
• Feh, who wanted a drink down some mouldy old pub anyway. blubber
• Jealous? Me? Nooooo. *blub*
• photos from me later today/tomorrow, I got home too late last night... great super smashing time, everyone is awesome!
• ...and post-it shoutouts will be scanned and flickr'd idc also, including the highly flattering portraits of the attendees.
• *refreshes flickr continuously*
• patience woman! it's 12pm now. i get home at 6pm. refresh flickr at 630pm, and you will be satisfied. oh boy, will you be satisfied... (p.s. why not put my photostream in your newsreader?)
• While you wait for the deguerreotypes to set, allow me to paint a picture in the medium of WORDS about a a NEW superhero, recently discovered, whose fanciful exploits and excellent adventures were mulled over at the post-meetup supper at Mr Wong's Golden Emporium of Esoteric Puddings. Faster than a consommé, more powerful than fasolada, able to leap mounds of crusty bread in a single bound, this haute cuisine crusader flies through the air propelled by a jet-stream of bisque. From his clenched fists, streams of red-hot gumbo fly out to engulf evil-doers - icy-cold gazpacho, produced from his finger-tips, chills the hearts of ne'er-do-wells across the land. I speak of none other than the incredible copyright-and-trademark-defying SOUPERMAN, who, with his trusty sidekick Crouton Boy, washes away injustice on a tide of bouillabaisse. None can resist his flavoursome appeal - save his arch-nemesis, the despicable Irish master criminal Mulligan Tawny.
• Not to mention the exotic and alluring Baguette, with her trademark weapon, a sub that extends into a french stick at the flick of a crust. "You win dis toime, Souperman! But oi'll be back!"
• Monkeyfilter: why not put my photostream in your newsreader?
• What and pollute my newsreader?????
• *orders one steaming-hot bowl of fresh, creamy justice*
• Equity-Regular or Legislation-Large? With fresh "Herbs-o-Truth", or without? What kind of Restitution Bread would you like with your justice? Would you like your fresh, hot bowl of justice in, or take away? Why not upgrade to our "Judgement Day" meal, with a slice of Freedom Pie?
• Does it come with real cream?
• *calls for freshly-ground pepper spray for his bowl of justice*
• mmmmmmm . . Freedom Pie . . . ahhgghh *smacks lips*
• Here's a photo of the shoutout wall, but it is rather big, to get all the detail in... click for full size...
• *ahem!* Photo is marked private.
• Yeah, that's cause we drew what we think you people all look like naked.
• 
• Hmph. I just got the same thing. TEEEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
• Ah - you're all so close to your shoutouts. So close - and yet so far away! HA AH HA AHA AHA AHA AHHAHA AHA AH AHAHHA HAHA AHHA HAHA HA HAHA HAHA HAHA AHHAAH A HA HAhey where's all this soup coming from?
• Zut! Alors!
• Sock! Rebloo!
• /hissyfit
• Shoutouts be damned -- who's giving whom the gun?
• I think Mulligan Tawny would have an inept assistant named Stew Pidd.
• refresh flickr at 630pm, and you will be satisfied. Hmm.
• *slowly begins crossing muteboy's name off of Sydney call-out list*
• Who's Sydney?
• *slowly begins crossing capt's name off of Sydney call-out list*
• Clearly miteboy got pissed on his way home from work and may still be at the pub beveraging, and monkeyhoff is off eating his bangers and mash, blissfully unaware of his ill-fated link. The suspense mounts.
• *slowly begins depressing button on mouse to click Koko's name off of LJ friends' list*
• *adds capt's name to Sydney insult list*
• 'ave we started again? *Ooo!*
• *still wonders who Sydney is, and how he got on his insult list* *calls Daniel Schorr, Paul Newman*
• *mistakenly adds capt. to shopping list, picks up 3 capts at Safeway*
• HOLD ON, I'M NEARLY THERE PLEEEEEEASE don't cross me off no list!
• *Crosses muteboy off the 'Who's getting crossed off the list' list.*
• "HOLD ON, I'M NEARLY THERE" I hear this enough from my wife, I don't need it here, too.
• I'm coming, OK? Have some patience!
• I guess 9:15 (or later) is the new 6:30...
• Who's Patience?
• Here you are! Get annotating!
• Merci a tout le monde! You may now resume your regular activites.
• Yay me! Er, I mean Yay the plegmoth kid! Well met up! And thanks for the shortouts! . . *snif* . . i . . i told myself i wouldn't cry . .
• grassy ass!
• Kisses to all! from: the horse who is the color of sky
• Patience is a simple milkmaid, in love with Grosvenor and pursued by Bunthorne.
• Ooh, that there's some hifalutin' portraiture! You all earned yer likker!
• Awesome shoutouts! I'm honored with a sweet sticky note of amazitude! I'm still jealous, but not so much now. Hope it was awesome.
• An excellent fish! Too kind.
• Great dog! You nailed i--oh. wait. That's a horse. Never mind.
• You Englishmen aren't so bad after all.
• Wheee!
• That's a roger on the warm and fuzzy, over!
• Sorry! Accidentally put in in my donkey porn folder. I'll publicise it now. The shout-outs. Not the donkey - actually, that might work too...
• Buh, but nunia got two, count 'em, two shoutouts! *sobs*
• I think yours is stuck in mute's private section, smt. Mh, that didn't come out quite right, somehow.
• Woo-hoo! I got a shoutout! And who's it from ... Ah! It's from me! Thanks, me! You're welcome, me! Remind me to give me a shoutout in return at my next meetup, me! OK me! See you later, me! Not if I see me first, me! Oh, me! You old kidder, me! Haw haw - gotme that time, me! I sure did, me! ETC
• I knew something just didn't feel *quite* right this morning.
• Nunia got two because we weren't really paying attention, just churning them out like sweatshop children. You can see the fear of the gangmaster in our eyes (or is that the amphetamines?) I hope notes are being added! I'll be checking later, at 630pm prompt on the dot.
• sugarmilktea
• *blushes* Now, if I could get a tea cup to sit on a carton of milk like that...
• This is something you've tried?
• Byooteefull shoutouts! (I particularly njoyed "I'm married to Christ")
• Is Nunia a real nun? *thinks of all the risqué commentary on this site she's been exposed to, blushes*
• yeah, Jesus really rocks her world!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahahahahahah Chimaera is god!
• sorry, the Robitusin has kicked in, woohooooooo!
• *Upon further review of the Monkey Haus image, it has been determined that there WAS a RalphTheDog shoutout. Penalty declined, the ball is returned to the line of scrimmage, first down. Tweet!*
• thank you londonmonkeys! and big ups to whoever drew 3-day monk's shoutout
• Thanks, Roryk! (I also did yours!)
• I did the shit ones.
• Nonsense, mute! I doubt anyone could have rendered, say RalphTheDog or BlueHorse with half the feeling, nay, the sheer lyrical grace you did.
• I did the shit ones. I am liking this muteboy and his perky self-confidence
• Great dog! You nailed i--oh. wait. That's a horse. Never mind. posted by RalphTheDog *narrows eyes and gives evil, evil look at Ralph I doubt anyone could have rendered, say RalphTheDog or BlueHorse with half the feeling, nay, the sheer lyrical grace you did. Muteboy, my dear, not only the lyrical grace in form but poetic discription of name!
• Ouch! I been lined out!
• *pours Ralph a restorative, frothy pint of stet*
• aha! I see that I must add notes to credit the artists on the flickr page...done
• Also, I can't read that one speech bubble beyond "Sing, O Muse."
• Thank you for my velocitous lime! I feel so loved!
• Nice! I feel so included.
• *Puts arm around Weezel, begins drinking song. *kicks the Dog for howling
• Fancy drinks abound, thank you!!!!
• Events seem to be transpiring which shall result in my being free to roam and stagger about the town of London in the Land of Eng during the evening of Sunday, November 25th, 2007. Possibly the night of Saturday, November 24th instead, but that's doubtful. I'll be flying into London on my way to Paris and points east, but Sister Renault has claimed me for the starting bit, in order to place me and the baby on opposite sides of her kitchen door so we can get used to each other's smells and be formally introduced in the morning. Which leaves only a London meetup possibility of the Sunday night on my way out, which Sister Renault isn't too crazy about, either. "What do you mean you have friends in London?" "I mean, unlike you, I have friends in London." Also, I will explore the possibility of another Parisian rendez-vous des singes, but circumstances have cut down my usual ten days to a measley three, so that's tougher to predict until I get some other stuff settled. Mothy? Pleg? Muteboy? Quid? Are you all real, after all? Up for a pint or two this November?
• Hello..?
• is this thing on?
• Wot- you mean London, Ontario, right?
• Actually, Captain, I'm a sock puppet; Mute is a spambot; Quid is an online performance art collective, and Mothy is in Italy. But if there's a pint in it, I'll see what I can do. Is Sister Renault still at the library?
• Actually, there is a teeny tiny possibility that mothy might be in London. DIMMN and I are in fact moving back to the Metrop. at the end of November, just not sure which date exactly yet... If we're in residence, count us in!
• Oooh yes that would be fabbo to hold you in person, as opposed to in my head. Improvised poetry would be in order, and also booze. The thing is, I'm kind of hoping to be working in Los Angeles for a few months by the end of the year*, but if I'm still around, I'm there. *as a result of a suggestion by mothninja at the previous MoFiLonMeetUp!
• Love to have a drink with you, Captain.
• Is Sister Renault still at the library? Yes and no -- she's on mat leave with the little one, so sleep deprivation and a lack of adult contact has left her a little loopy at present. I'll get a proper FPP going closer to the actual date. All of you have plenty of time to hire your respective impostors.
• *shakes fist in an easterly direction*
• Are there Russian steamrooms in London?
• Hey-O!
• I've booked my Eurostar ticket today, so I'll be in London-town the nights of Saturday, Nov. 24th, and Sunday the 25th. I fly back to Hogtown on the 26th, so I can be red-eyed at work on the 27th. So it's all a matter of which evening is more convenient for your respective selves. What say you all? The Saturday or the Sunday?
• BOTH RARRRRRRRRRR *vomits*
• Actually Saturday would be best. Time? Lunch thru evening? Pub? Ideas?
• I'd prefer the evening, myself. Whatever you guys want. I'm putty in your hands.
• Eww!
• *unzips* (c)kitfisto 1978 Shall we say 7:30? And where will you be based, Capt? I always recommend the Chandos in these cases, but I am open to suggestion, and so much more besides.
• The Saturday is definitely best for me, and 7:30 is perfectomundo. I'll be based somewhere not too far off from Abbey Road, so nowhere convenient. I have no suggestions for a place at all, so surprise me...
• - I'm putty in your hands. - *unzips* - I am open to suggestion, and so much more besides. - so surprise me... Hey, you guys sure this wasn't supposed to go in the bodicerippin' thread?
• If only it were a week later, we'd be back in town, but 24th no can do. Boo. I demand a shoutout.
• Wait -- no mothy? Well, I suppose quid could do... Maybe.