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[waywardaughter]

I'm listening to 'Progressive Metal.' I don't even know what that means. The things you can find on the uni servers.

What I am well versed on however is shopping, and shopping (which I did today but only because I needed new underwear!) requires money which isn't exactly forthcoming when you don't have a job. I miss my job at the yacht club. That

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[days_die_young]

My friend Spectre is a progressive metal guitarist!

Yes, that was blatant name dropping...

I wish you luck and a lack of KFC hats!

[waywardaughter]

And why is it progressive? It is, like, improving rights for metal or something? I'm confuuuused, Alastair!

[days_die_young]

Yeah, that I couldn't tell you.

I can ask him! Because now I want to know too!

[waywardaughter]

Ask. Inform your public.

[psychrament]

There's nothing progressive about Metal. Industrial is the way of the future!

Underwear is always a good reason for shopping, I find. And shopping is a good reason for work, so there you go. I'll do my best not to laugh if it's a KFC hat, but I draw the line at anything with a humourous arrow through it.

Oh, and personally, I think money smells like pockets, but maybe rich, yacht-owning people's pockets are different from ours...

[waywardaughter]

Is that so? It all sounds the same to me.

Check. No hurt arrow or Allanah will laugh.

It is different money. Yacht clubs are different worlds.

[psychrament]

Bah! You must be edumacated, dammit! I really have to take you to the Snake and Dagger sometime. It's not quite a yacht club, but it's certainly another world. There, all the money smells like PVC.

[waywardaughter]

I don't do PVC. The thought of me wearing something that plastic... does not compute.