Scott decides between bed and computers

James:
This morning's topic of discussion: Computers - Threat or Menace?

Scott:
Um...seeing as its gently drawing me into the world of the awake and I have to say....I really should move this machine further away from my bed..... mmmmmmm, bed.....

Scott critiques Michael Bay

James:
I love big Hollywood movies. They give everyone hope.

Even hopelessly incompetent people can make millions!

Scott:
But before you can make the millions you need implants.

James:

Michael Bay has breast implants?????

Scott:
Yes, he needs them to think with. Thus the quality of his movies.

Scott's geek defences

Scott:
*puts anti-geek defense girdle on* Its ok, I'm safe now

Rebecca:
How rude... and those only work on uber geeks... and there are none of those here.

Besides, if you are a geek, you can't wear an anti-geek defense girdle... it says so in the item description.

James:
You would try to put it on and it would fly off and out the window.

Scott:
Won't be the first time a girdle's exited my house at high velocity.

Michelle:
I thought this conversation was supposed to be rated "g"

Scott:
Yes, "g" for girdle.

Michelle:
*shakes head* - I should know better, shouldn't I?

Scott:
don't mind me, i'm just looking to torment people before my next 2 and a half hour long meeting at 2

Michelle:
oh well, you can amuse yourself by thinking about girdles, I guess...

Scott:

Girldes on overweigfht middle-aged pony-tailed programmers.....

*has violent convulsions*

Scott's heir

Rebecca:
Americans are smart smart people.

"Oh, you mean we shouldn't fight a war on two fronts while looking for others? This is a bad idea?"

James:
Only the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Idiot fights a war on twelve fronts...

Scott:
I have an heir? No one told me

Scott leaps lecherously

Amber:
just look what happens to the conversation when i leave you lot alone for a little while... tsk tsk.

James:
Bah. I'm a man. It's my job to make crass sexual comment.

Right now I am practicing my lecherous leering.

*leers lecherously*

Scott:
Well if you're doing that I'll practice my lecherous leaping

Scott tries on middle management

Scott:
Children children, let's play nice now or I'll take your toys away.

You're not here to play, you're here to work and slave and make the big bossman lots of money. You are not a man, you are a number. You're a cog in the great machine. All hail the great machine!

Amber:
I'm not a man either.

Scott:
Whoops, sorry, I was a on a middle management roll and forgot. Let's just assume what i said applied to James only, so that lets both of us off the hook

James:

I am not a man either.

I am a cunningly disguised penguin.

Scott:
well that explains a lot.

James:

Little does he know that I am actually an evil sentient wheel of Jarlsberg disguised as a penguin disguised as a man...

Scott:
Explains even more

James:
...and you said I have no culture. :P

Scott:
Amber and Bec, you're closer, can you please pummel James to death for that pun.

Rebecca:
Mmmm... beating James tonight...

*gets whip out*

Clean that kitchen, scub that floor... *whip crack*

*manicial laughter*

Scott:
bah, I got cats on the brain, I read that as "clean that kitten"

Scott has a theory

James:
I also have a theory about the brontosaurus.

Rebecca:
Let me guess... its your theory and nobody else's?

James:
Yes, it is my theory, which is mine.

Scott:
My theory is the dinosaurs all died out because the mammals came back from work after a couple of days away to find out that the dinosaurs had been sitting around on their tails and hitting each other on the head with trilobites. So the mammals killed them in a frenzy of bloodlust.

James:
Oooh, your theory is much better than mine! Mine didn't involve any trilobites at all!

Scott:
Every theory requires trilobites, regardless of subject matter

Scott returns to work after an absense

Scott:
Christ, you take 2 miserable days off work and everything goes to hell in a handbasket. Fucking public servants can't get anything right! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!

I drove for 6 and half hours and nearly got booked for speeding.

James:
"Nearly"?

Sounds intriguing. Tell us more...

Scott:
Meh, last minute spottage of polic car hidden behind bushes, me slamming on brakes to bring the car down to something approaching the speed limit, braking hard enough for the car to lurch wildly, then cruusing past said copper as if nothing had happened and I was as innocent as a Hillsong choirboy.

Rebecca:
How fast were you going Scott before slamming on the breaks?

James:
Can't have been THAT fast. I mean, how much does anyone hurry when returning to Canberra?

Scott:
Its not the returning to Canberra bit that makes you drive fast, its the fleeing Melbourne bit that does it. :-P