i had to go into town to, do something, i think. the place is just crawling with... are they the new normal?
relax, there’s going to be a pop culture expo on over the weekend. some people like to express themselves with costume.
you can stop with the cookie monster impressions, it can’t have been that bad.
are you kidding?! the overstretched spandex, the bad wigs, the disfiguring acne.
the well rounded tights, the thigh hugging boots, oh yeah, the...
...deep impression of my forehead in the table, ow!
actually, that worked. thanks, i think.
you realise that you’re one of the biggest fanboys i know.
i am nothing like those people.
you picked a napkin out of the bin because you thought sarah michelle gellar may have used it. fanboy.
as stunning as this repartee is, you’d probably like it at the expo. there will be lots of buffy merchandise to paw through and i’m pretty sure i heard that joss whedon’s signature will be making a special appearance.
peace at last. if he comes back with any of those evangelion dollies however...
that was great! most of those costumed freaks were really nice, i hardly wanted to punch any of them in the face. there were a lot of non-costumed people like me there too, who would have thought?
ah me, how time flies.
i picked up some "crumpleton experiment" and a "phatsville comix." a little, hyperactive young lad even wanted to sell me his love. i got to see jake the muss, very cool. i had no idea "once were warriors" was still so popular, and...
..this one time, at band camp.
anyway, i’m going back tomorrow, you should come too.
i don’t fucking think so.
what are you so happy about? and where did you go last night?
i was bored, so i did what i usually do. i wandered up and down the aisles at the hardware store.
and did it relieve your boredom?
inspiration struck when i found that the plungers were stored next to the super glue.
and in news today,..
shh! this’ll be it.
oh lord no.
if you’re going to read comic books behind there, you could at least turn the newspaper the right way up.
hey? oh, right.
much. what are you reading anyway?
"groovy gravy" surprisingly, it’s not crap.
more in-jokes? when will you learn?
y’know, the average human body contains 5.7 litres of blood.
random fact spouting, this is new. what book did you get this tidbit from pray?
you used the last of the milk.
actually i tipped out what was left of what i replaced the milk with last week.
you are chipper
oh! well, i figured out the solution to a problem that has been bothering me.
what was the solution?
what was the problem?
it’s probably best you don’t ask.
you work in the movie business, right?
yeah, well y’know when you need animals on set, they have to come with trainers or "wranglers?"
if you needed a bunch of roosters for a scene would the trainer be called a, "cock wrangler?"
i don’t know, grease boy, you tell me.
well, i’m going to go to the computer store.
can i fondle your breasts?
fondle your own.
well...i guess they are of a similar size.
you know your friend alex?
the quantum theorist?
that’s the one.
sometimes he’s a really pleasant chap,..
but sometimes he comes across as a power hungry machivalian arse-clown.
you’ve known this quantum theorist longer. which is he?
i’m an emotional rag. the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy is released this thursday. i’ve been waiting for this film for so long. my expectations don’t know what to do.
i’m so scared that they’ll be too high, and i’ll be let down by the film, but,..
then i think that i’ll hate it because my expectations are so high,..
but then my expectations to hate it will mean that i’ll be pleasantly surprised when i actually see it,..
so now i’m looking forward to it again,.. so my expectations are high,..
i hear it’s pretty good.
i’m not wearing any pants.
good thing i superglued your ass to that chair then.
ah. so you did. and not just my ass, it appears.
i’m off to the mall! there’s a sale on shoes.
bugger. stupid glue.
if only i were more flexible.
it’s about time you got home! there seems to have been some glue on the table...
um, look señor, i don’t know who you are, or what you’re doing here but you’ve got to help me man.
¿usted está bien, hombre?
i need some solvent. metho, vodka, anything.
mi amigo, los genitales son vinculados muy a esa silla
bien, yo no soy interesado en actos sexuales extraños, yo ahora saldré con esta máquina de dvd.
please,.. you’ve got to,.. hey! are you stealing my dvd player?
bueno adiós, hombre
apparently, my boss is getting some serious grief from a rival "gun shop." he’s given all employees some special, "home protection."
a gun! you’ve brought a firearm into this house?!
it’s ok monique, i’ll have it on me at all times. see, it’s tucked into my pan...
careful there tyler, you don’t want to go off half-cocked.
i can’t believe i’m so disappointed with the hitchhiker’s movie. the editing was,.. was,..
you really had a lot resting on that movie didn’t you? i almost feel bad for my part in the selection of the editor.
you chose the editor?
’chose’ is probably the wrong word for a process involving tequila and a blindfold.
well, i’m off fishing.
aren’t you a bit optimistic using those over-sized hooks?
i just like a situation where those with the biggest mouths are punished.
what the hell is that supposed to mean?
whoops! gotta go.
wasn’t ’eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’ wonderful and romantic?
it just prompted such intriguing questions.
erasing memories. what a strange notion.
hey tyler, what memories would you have deleted?
this conversation would make a nice start.
whoa! déjà vu!
you prick! you think it’s funny to replace my bathroom mirror with an aquarium containing a dugong?
not as funny as the fact that it’s been there two days already.
fuck you, tyler.
ancient sailors mistook them for mermaids.
big fat hairy mermaids.
did you just say ’nothing’?
i didn’t say anything.
no, did you just say,. ’nothing’?
the word ’nothing’?
no damnit!! did you speak, but not say anything at all?
start making sense baldy or i’m packing you off to a home.
have the baskervilles moved in next door?
i don’t believe so.
well, i just...ah, i don’t suppose you know anything about the large, glowing canine next door?
it’s funny you should mention that monique. when i was a young lad, my friend and i would delight in painting the neighbourhood pets all the colours of the rainbow.
these days, however, i have many more years under the belt, a bigger bank account and access to a disgustingly large hardware store where i may purchase fluorescent spray paint and uv light globes to suit street lamps. the revolution starts here, baby!
that’s really quite inventive tyler, but...
i’m just trying to get past the fact you had a friend when you were young.
i did give him half my pocket money every week.
you know how you said it was a mistake to plant a genetically modified herb garden?
if i remember correctly, i told you that it was ’screwing with the laws of nature’.
i hate to say this, but i think you might have been right.
well well well, so mister infallible has an archillies heel. so what brings this bout of ecological gallantry?
maybe you should ask it.
,..then i’ve got an appointment at the solarium, then it’s off to the beauty parlor for a skin peel.
point one, that’s the most retarded waste of time i’ve ever heard of.
point two. what the hell are you trying to do recapture your youth? it’s not like you were that pretty then either.
at least i don’t try to recapture someone else’s youth.
good god! you let him go? i told you that o’donnally woman wasn’t getting her son back until she cleaned up her footpath!!
three words tyler.
crime. against. humanity.
you’ll make us look soft. now, where did i put my taser.
yeah, why are you so surprised?
oh, no reason. so how was your boogy-boarding holiday to indonesia?
good, except my boogy board got mixed up with someone else’s on the trip. i seem to have someone’s called ’schapelle corby’.
so, what’s in the news back here in australia?
oh, nothing,... nothing at all.
well, why don’t you go into the garage and put the car back together.
,.. the car,... back,...
son of a,...
i get bored too.
what the hell are you talking about?
i travelled back from the future.
what? how far?
about 45 seconds.
you’re an idiot!
that’s what you said last time. well, i’m off. seeya later,.. i mean,.. earlier.