If by excited for Christmas you mean excited for A Christmas Story marathon then no I'm not incredibly excited but thanks for asking :x

I watched all the Final Destination movies today guys they were pretty funny :eek

I don't think I know what those are. Are they based of those Rapture books I've heard about? Probably not.... duh I should just erase this message instead of pushing the reply button.

Gah, story of me life.

I've always wondered: is it appropriate to say 'it's Christmas Eve' ALL day on the 24th, or only once evening actually hits?

Edit: the Final Destination movies are horror films about people who dream their death before it happens, as far as I can tell.

24 HOURS OF A CHRISTMAS STORY ON CHRISTMAS. ARE YOU READY?

I'm nit an appropriate kind of guy so I sugest keep saying it as long and there are christmas lights still up on your block. In fact, go to those peoples houses and knoock on their door and wish them a merry chrismas eve on New Years if the lights are still up.

I've died once in my dreams. I was sitting shotgun in a big rig while Venus Flytrap from the old tv show WKRP was driving around my block at high speeds. The cops block us off and he gets out of the truck with his guns blazing. The cops shoot him dead and tell me to get out of the truck with my hands up via bullhorn. So I get out, hands up, and walk to them. But something is wrong.... very wrong.... I look up.

A shotgun is in my raised hands. Bang bang bang bang bang. Cops blow me away. I lay diying ing the street and my vision goes to black (like when you faint, it slowly closes in on you). And then nothing. and then I wake up.

Another time I was shot but as I was diying, people where looking at down at me, and just before I faded out, I bacame one of the people looking down at me and walked away. Then woke up.

So..... I'm gonna die with Venus Flytrap on a Big Rig tirade?

Yep! Got a fat bag of Meth, 2 jars of Vasoline and 4 rolls of paper towels. Who's coming over for the TV party?

Another time I was shot but as I was diying, people where looking at down at me, and just before I faded out, I bacame one of the people looking down at me and walked away.

One time when I was dying, I eventually had the perspective of looking at myself passed out. It was cool, it even included the white vomit that I only afterwards learned comes about from cardiac failure. The memory in my head right now is that of actually facing myself as if I were laying on the floor facing myself underneath my desk (which, btw, I don't even know why I was under my desk at that point), but I vaguely recall having also looked downwards as if from above. Ah well.

You mean like both your body and your spirit where laying on their sides facing each other under the desk? And then later on a top down view of 2 of you laying on your side facing each other? Vivid imagination you got there.

Shoot, I nearly forgot. Pfff, and I was going to watch Eraserhead today.

I think I've read about 20 discworld books in my life and used to have a map of Ankh-Morpork up on the wall for a few years :<

And I also used to code for the Discworld MUD :<

Where did that come from

They were talking about Discworld up at the top of the page.

Anyone for a game of Thud?
http://www.thudgame.com/

Google desktop informed me the other day that Terry Pratchett was diagnosed with early-onset Alzheimer's :<

Shit! He's gonna write the same stories over and over again...

No, he says that he's been diagnosed but that it can take years for the disease to affect the mind. He says (on his webpage) that he's just going to continue to write until he can't anymore.

How would he know that he can't write anymore?

I don't know how would you know if you couldn't walk kanymore maybe if you lost your legs obviously his hands are going to fall off. :\

If he's anything like my grandma, he's only going to think his writing is getting better over time.

I got so drunk last night, i actually started seeing purple elephants.




I was watching "Escape To Witch Mountain" but I think that still counts.

I had some Goldslager and beer one night, and after sleeping for a few hours, I was somewhere between awake and asleep. There were these ghost-lke restaurant cooks coming into my bedroom, handing me dishes to clean.

What were they paying?

Merry Christmas and stuff.