Friday, December 19, 2008

Terry Jack, Bowmore Darkest, and IM

Following my buddy Amie's lead, it is sometimes amusing to look back on IM strings. Stream of consciousness rules.

This one between Mike Rollings and I; we keep each other entertained on long calls.

flyfishermanmrr (10:23:36 AM): I guess we are appropriately utilized this morning. Pat yourself on the back for proper use of resources.
chowardAtBurton (10:23:48 AM): call me Balance Man
chowardAtBurton (10:23:56 AM): i'm just a big fawking F5
flyfishermanmrr (10:24:09 AM): hurricane?
chowardAtBurton (10:24:14 AM): BigIP
flyfishermanmrr (10:24:51 AM): ?
chowardAtBurton (10:24:57 AM): sorry, i'm being too obtuse
flyfishermanmrr (10:25:04 AM): I'm laughing because I really don't understand
chowardAtBurton (10:25:10 AM): F5 is a load balancing product
flyfishermanmrr (10:25:28 AM): oh. that's where you went
chowardAtBurton (10:25:39 AM): yeah...i strayed down that path. bewildered
flyfishermanmrr (10:25:55 AM): the search returned a null set
chowardAtBurton (10:26:06 AM):
flyfishermanmrr (10:26:12 AM): but that happens more as I get older
chowardAtBurton (10:26:19 AM): you and me both
flyfishermanmrr (10:26:25 AM): who am I IMing with ?
flyfishermanmrr (10:26:36 AM): oh yeah, the name is on the line
chowardAtBurton (10:26:45 AM): scary
flyfishermanmrr (10:27:32 AM): I need to go work out and learn something today. maybe this afternoon
flyfishermanmrr (10:27:48 AM): you know we are heading into the season of killing brain cells
chowardAtBurton (10:27:51 AM): that's my plan.
flyfishermanmrr (10:28:06 AM): to work out? Kill brain cells?
chowardAtBurton (10:28:21 AM): both, in that order. work out hard, drink scotch
chowardAtBurton (10:28:29 AM): bowmore darkest is on the menu for this eve
flyfishermanmrr (10:28:45 AM): have you had that yet?
chowardAtBurton (10:28:53 AM): oh yeah
chowardAtBurton (10:29:50 AM): i don't know what it is about IM'ing with you, but it brings back strange memories
chowardAtBurton (10:29:56 AM): ready for a non-sequitur?
flyfishermanmrr (10:30:00 AM): go
chowardAtBurton (10:30:34 AM): i once convinced my friends (around 4thgrade?) that Terry Jack was my uncle and wrote "Seasons in the Sun" as a suicide note. Had them crying like babies in my basement
flyfishermanmrr (10:30:53 AM): lol
chowardAtBurton (10:31:02 AM): apparently he's alive and well
chowardAtBurton (10:31:19 AM): i guess it was your "season" comment above that conjured this
flyfishermanmrr (10:31:45 AM): I am now thinking that I am associated with suicide, crying, or basements
chowardAtBurton (10:31:59 AM): or flooded basements?
chowardAtBurton (10:32:11 AM): crying people with curly red hair?
flyfishermanmrr (10:32:52 AM): crying people with flooded basements
flyfishermanmrr (10:33:07 AM): or drinking stories
chowardAtBurton (10:33:37 AM):'s the baby thing. you never age
flyfishermanmrr (10:34:29 AM): when all the birds are singing in the sky... pretty girls are everywhere...
chowardAtBurton (10:34:40 AM): stop it
flyfishermanmrr (10:35:00 AM): black sheep of the family... too much wine and too much song
flyfishermanmrr (10:35:03 AM): that's the link
chowardAtBurton (10:35:12 AM): that's it. you solved it
flyfishermanmrr (10:35:27 AM): I'm singing now
flyfishermanmrr (10:35:50 AM): not at the same octave
chowardAtBurton (10:35:54 AM): we had joy, we had fun
flyfishermanmrr (10:36:02 AM): seasons in the sun
chowardAtBurton (10:36:11 AM): jeez. i'm getting all choked up


Blogger Amie said...

I love that in the FOURTH grade your idea of a ruse involved tales of famous uncles, suicide notes and dark basements.

What a laugh, loved being the fly on the wall for this one!

11:17 AM  

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