ok, because you were appologising and one would therefore infer I dislike your rants.

I miss demanding that you read science magazines at me over aimchat. Or tell me about random theories that inerest you. You've no idea.

while we're on subject, I'd like track #7 on my mixtape to be a selection of interesting space travel related articles from the past 6 months and or opinions on them.

the only problem is there would be no conversational element to it, so I'd miss out on the ".. uh, YAH. AND.." 's and so on.

yeah, I'm chock full o' random theories. hah

and like Hawking, I have a morbid fascination with entropy.

nothing sweeter than wasted talent.

oh god no!!! it's near perfect now. there are complex algorithms involved. my okie dissonance would ruin it.

uh, NEOOoH it would NOT.

yank wank seppo tank.

utacaltexlahoma.

"Do you believe in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trance mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis?"

there's a wash- in there, but I prefer Texafornian.

I think I have some weird fascination with voices/accents.

I used to demand alastair(glasgow) read me literature from his coursework.

It's far less work to get you to rant though.

I'm really less into ranting these days. I internalize it all. besides, nobody cares. the boy might, but he's smarter than I am, so I don't wish to corrupt his mind.

these days, it's all about encoding cryptic messages, setting them out to vibrate and waiting to rot.

pls to be opening port 2258 so I can punch you.

You win first prize, a poem.

you are a strange one.

Ahem:

I'm happy to be filed under a large assortment of words.. Strange is probably one of them.

I was taking it as a compliment.

oh, I thought you were saying the same to me. sorry, it's friday, late, etc..

He was a bit bonkers.

A trickster pupil wished to test his venerable Sage-Guru by letting lose a raging elephant to see if his master would stand in the path confident in the illusory nature of reality, or flee in fear like a petty man. He let loose this elephant and it went charging towards his Guru who lept up a tree as quickly as an ape..

The student-King believed that his Guru must have been aware that the elephant was of a purely illusory, phenomenal character. The Sage replied, 'Indeed, in highest truth, the elephant is non-real. Nevertheless, you and I are as non-real as that elephant. Only your ignorance, clouding the truth with this spectacle of non-real phenomenality, made you see the phenomenal me go up a non-real tree."