I'm here!

Posted by: Shyboy at April 29, 2004 03:00 PM

Boo. AHHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Posted by: David at April 29, 2004 03:14 PM

Pssst! I'm right behind you! (OK, maybe that's wishful thinking!)

Posted by: Corin at April 29, 2004 04:06 PM

I'm in the BL.

Posted by: Max at April 29, 2004 04:51 PM

I'm over here, in a box.

Posted by: Dunx at April 29, 2004 05:13 PM

i think everyone's pissed off at the world for giving us such a convincing impersonation of summer last week before pissing on us again this one.

Posted by: christophe at April 29, 2004 05:36 PM

I can certainly vouch for that.

OK, own up: who put Dunx in the box? That wasn't very nice, was it?

Posted by: matt at April 29, 2004 05:46 PM

oh. what? since it won't stop raining, i just fell asleep underneath a bar stool. that was two days ago. okay.

Posted by: mezack at April 29, 2004 06:05 PM

[waves] Where else but the lab, playing with antibodies? I'm moody because it's way past my dinner time, I'm starving, no-one is bringing me the spaghetti alle vongole and chocolate fudge brownie (hot, and covered in chocolate sauce, whipped marscapone and rich vanilla ice-cream) that I crave, and I can't leave for an hour, which means not being able to go to the gym tonight, not being able to cook myself a proper meal, general tedium and mild entertainment of death.
Wait, that should be "by death"; he's sitting here drawing copulating stick-animals across my acrylamide gels with a scalpel.

Posted by: Stairs at April 29, 2004 07:31 PM

Yeah, what Stairs said goes for me too.

Posted by: ryan at April 29, 2004 08:01 PM

Yikes, you as well?

I don't care how entertaining his stick animals are, you should both know better than to hang out with anyone carrying a scythe.

Posted by: matt at April 29, 2004 08:29 PM

There I was thinking Ryan was playing with antibodies and acrylamide, but if he ever makes it to the UK, the food is a definite possibility too.

By the way, Morty accuses you of stereotyping; he came to me not with a scythe, but a scimitar, in order to reflect my muslim heritage. He mastered irony squillions of years ago to better cater for those more heterodox amongst his clientele.

Posted by: Stairs at April 29, 2004 08:56 PM

Oh, and hanging out with scimitar-wielders is OK? Didn't your mother teach you anything, child? God only knows how you've survived this long.

Posted by: matt at April 29, 2004 09:24 PM

Hello! Over here. Here I am. Hey you guys, over here!

Posted by: Ed at April 29, 2004 09:45 PM

Oh yeah, you know, I totally like playing with antimides and acrybodies with my, um, scythtar and shit.

Posted by: ryan at April 30, 2004 04:33 AM

Or camera phones in the toilet, apparently, Ryan :)p

Matt, between cooking and ironing, she taught me how to survive. Not against scimitars, perhaps, but so far so good.

Posted by: Stairs at April 30, 2004 08:15 AM

[matt] It's alright, I got out of the box. I was only in there for a brief respite from the blistering Oregon sunshine.

Posted by: Dunx at April 30, 2004 05:49 PM

Blistering Oregon what? Harrumph.

Posted by: matt at April 30, 2004 06:17 PM

I'll try to get some nice sunny photos so you are reminded what it looks like. ;-}

Posted by: Dunx at April 30, 2004 11:21 PM