Ah, the joys of a Google Talk account. (Which I utilize via Gaim, the same way I use the instant messaging systems of Yahoo, AIM, LiveJournal, ICQ and… ugh… Microsoft. Yes, I have a “Live Messenger” account now. It’s for work. Yay, or something.)
Of course, an IM system is useless without amusing people to chat with. I don’t have as all-encompassing of a “buddy list” as I used to, but those who remain are some quality folks, I’ll tell the world…
Lyse: Day. Not ending. Need to go. Home!
GreyDuck: I feel your pain.
Lyse: I went to the William Shatner school. Could you tell?
GreyDuck: Your. Command of. The. Technique is. Flawless.
Lyse: I just realized something a few minutes ago
GreyDuck: I do that all the time.
GreyDuck: A lousy memory will do that to a person, though, since it’s often the same few somethings on infinite loop…
Lyse: Days that I wear a shirt that fits snuggly through the chestal region? Probably not the best time to go talk to some of the guys about racks.
GreyDuck: I beg to differ. I would argue that those days are the best days on which to talk to guys about racks.
GreyDuck: Thank you. Thank you veddy much.
GreyDuck: I, and my dirty mind, will be here all week.
GreyDuck: Please tip your waitstaff. Especially if they have impressive racks.
Lyse: you so silly
GreyDuck: This? Is not news.