23:56 fidormula: hello

23:57 wutwutalma: Yo, my brother.

23:57 wutwutalma: What is up?

23:57 fidormula: not much

23:57 fidormula: you?

23:58 wutwutalma: Um, invading the wiki. And trying to figure out when I'm going to read the rest of Antony and Whathaveyou.

23:58 fidormula: ah

23:58 wutwutalma: What's the latest?

23:59 fidormula: hmmm... not everyone is hanging in there

00:00 fidormula: I guess that's nothing new

00:01 fidormula: looks like Robert's got it down

00:01 wutwutalma: Yes, Robert is jamming. I can't really say much, because Wiki is not No. 1 on my list.

00:01 wutwutalma: you know we have a paper due in Shakespeare in a week.

00:01 wutwutalma: ?

00:01 fidormula: yep

00:02 fidormula: no biggie

00:02 fidormula: it's just a draft

00:02 wutwutalma: Yeah, well, still gotta right that son-of-a.

00:02 wutwutalma: How's the reading going for you?

00:03 fidormula: It's not

00:03 wutwutalma: No? Cool, I guess.

00:03 wutwutalma: You know we're just going to talk about the play all class.

00:03 fidormula: yep

00:03 wutwutalma: By the way, you didn't miss much of anything last week.

00:04 fidormula: great

00:04 fidormula: I mean, she posts the quizzes online, so I didn't miss anything

00:04 wutwutalma: Oh, really, the quiz was on-line?

00:05 fidormula: well, there are 4 online now

00:05 wutwutalma: I don't remember taking a quiz in class. Maybe it was a take-home. Shoot, I hope not.

00:05 fidormula: it looks like she hasn't gotten around to last weeks

00:07 wutwutalma: So what are the wiki highlights.

00:07 wutwutalma: I'm diggin' Scott Peeples' contributions.

00:07 wutwutalma: Has John S. been absent from the wiki?

00:07 fidormula: yeah, he's catching up

00:07 fidormula: no

00:07 wutwutalma: I see Ninja's checkin' in.

00:08 fidormula: yep

00:08 fidormula: Narratives are the thing of the week

00:11 fidormula: look at all of the products

00:11 wutwutalma: Go Scott Peeples on that thing.

00:11 fidormula: that kid is crazy... he gets it

00:12 wutwutalma: tell me about the nihilist blog.

00:12 wutwutalma: Kind of a mixed bag, no?

00:12 fidormula: yeah, that's what it's all about

00:12 fidormula: it's my narrative, actually

00:13 wutwutalma: Cool, cool. I liked it.

00:13 fidormula: good, good

00:13 wutwutalma: not dinner.

00:13 wutwutalma: I like that.

00:13 fidormula: I went apeshit non sequiter

00:13 fidormula: yeah, check out that picture

00:13 wutwutalma: Apeshit indeed.

00:13 wutwutalma: I checked the picture.

00:14 wutwutalma: At first, I thought it looked like some sort of slimey, bloody animal.

00:14 wutwutalma: Maybe I should write my narrative about a slimy, bloody animal.

00:14 fidormula: http://www.florencephotos.com/pic.asp?iCat=67&iPic=735&offset=8

00:14 fidormula: well, it sort of is a slimey bloody animal...statue

00:15 fidormula: they have some pretty cool ones

00:16 wutwutalma: Word up.

00:16 wutwutalma: If you're into cows.

00:16 fidormula: yeah, sure

00:16 fidormula: I like most animals

00:18 wutwutalma: Got an idea ...

00:18 fidormula: what is it?

00:18 wutwutalma: A tandem writing project.

00:18 wutwutalma: You and I ...

00:18 wutwutalma: Paragraph for paragraph.

00:19 fidormula: anytime you like

00:19 wutwutalma: Virtual collaboration, wiki stile.

00:19 wutwutalma: style.

00:19 wutwutalma: right now.

00:19 wutwutalma: I'm working on the first graph.

00:19 wutwutalma: I'm send it to you within three minutes.

00:19 fidormula: ok, that was my first question

00:19 fidormula: second on is, time limit?

00:19 fidormula: one

00:19 wutwutalma: Um ... Four minutes each

00:20 fidormula: ok

00:20 wutwutalma: And we post the chat script underneath.

00:20 fidormula: ok

00:20 wutwutalma: OK, give me three minutes

00:20 fidormula: ok

00:22 wutwutalma: tell me when time's up.

00:22 fidormula: oh, that's my job?

00:22 fidormula: ok

00:23 fidormula: I can do that

00:23 fidormula: up

00:23 wutwutalma: Didn't get very far.

00:23 wutwutalma: You're up.

00:23 wutwutalma: Passersby were appalled by the uncommonly prodigious amounts of human excrement. This was no ordinary mound of dung. This was biblical in scale and ...

00:24 wutwutalma: Oh, and remixing is legal.

00:24 fidormula: that's all?

00:24 fidormula: ok

00:24 wutwutalma: That's all I have so far.

00:24 wutwutalma: sorry I'll get better

00:25 wutwutalma: Passersby were appalled by the prodigious amount of human excrement. This was no ordinary mound of dung. This was biblical in scale and ...

00:29 wutwutalma: Time's up.

00:29 fidormula: stench. The great diversity or people from which the samples had been forthshat would require half of a book itself. And then, oh, the flinging! The flinging of it was glorious.

00:29 wutwutalma: I see this as a love story.

00:29 wutwutalma: Great. I'm diving back in. Start the stopwatch.

00:33 fidormula: up

00:34 wutwutalma: With utter disregard for the Armani-wearing, BlackBerry-barking professionals who clicked and clacked by, young boys in Catholic school uniforms and young women dressed for ballet dove hands-first into the pile, as though searching for a golden token.

00:37 wutwutalma: By the way, this is, for now, being saved here: http://enc3310zine.pbwiki.com/NarrativeNook?doneSave=1

00:39 wutwutalma: Time be ups

00:39 fidormula: A septic tank pumping truck had come undone at the seams and burried three socialites and an executive. The team of

00:40 fidormula: buried

00:40 wutwutalma: Cool.

00:40 wutwutalma: I'm remixing, only slightly -- adding not subtracting.

00:43 fidormula: up

00:43 wutwutalma: A septic tank pumping truck had come undone at the seams, like a burgeoning teenager after one more piece of carrot cake, and buried three socialites, a club kid and an executive in feces. The team of city workers gnawed on pastrami-on-rye sandwiches at the deli down the block. With each bite, the mess they would eventually have to clean became more monumental.

00:43 wutwutalma: Yours and mine, including remix.

00:47 wutwutalma: Up

00:48 fidormula: A septic tank pumping truck had come undone at the seams, like a burgeoning teenager after one too many pieces of carrot cake, and buried three socialites, a club kid and an executive in feces. The team of city workers gnawed on pastrami-on-rye sandwiches at the deli down the block. With each bite, the mess they would eventually have to clean became more monumental. The onlookers passed by and the passerbys onlooked as the Herculean effort of some teenagers to save five lives was well under way. None else cared to join in. Even if they were compassionate enough to help people normally, the necessary work was being done, and onlooking seemed like it might be a lot more fun

00:50 wutwutalma: Can you start my clock now.

00:50 fidormula: ok

00:50 wutwutalma: I was copying, pasting saving and reading.

00:50 fidormula: screw saving... save at the end

00:54 fidormula: up

00:54 wutwutalma: And it was fun, well, that is until Anastasia Timoli, heiress to vast the Timoli Pasta Co. fortune, snowball-sized wad of dung right to the temple, knocking the diamond-studded Gucci sunglasses from her face. She had no idea it was coming. Generally, she chose to live life in some shade of oblivion. A pile of exrement, anus of origin unknown and likely composite, tends to snap you out of such a haze.

00:55 wutwutalma: I see some edits in there already. Sorry.

00:57 wutwutalma: Synonyms: alley apples, buffalo chips*, compost, cow chips*, cow pats, dung, golden apples, guano, humus, manure, maul*, mulch, peat moss, plant food, potash, road apples, top dressing*

00:57 fidormula: And it was fun, well, that is until Anastasia Timoli, heiress to vast the Timoli Pasta Co. fortune, as a snowball-sized wad of dung smacks right to the temple, knocking the diamond-studded Gucci sunglasses from her face. She had no idea it was coming. Generally, she chose to live life in some shade of oblivion. A pile of exrement, anus of origin, unknown and likely composite, tends to snap you individuals of such a haze.

00:57 fidormula: I have more time

00:57 wutwutalma: Of course

00:57 wutwutalma: you're on the clock;

01:01 wutwutalma: Up

01:01 fidormula: In a moment of selfless compassion, awareness and humility, she began to help the teenagers. She began to call to others to pitch in. Those men and women admonished by her ... Her fecal epiphany, was however, cut unfortunately short by the blast of a nearby fire hose.

01:01 wutwutalma: Fittingly, I'm sitting on the pot

01:01 fidormula: ...

01:01 wutwutalma: Yes.

01:02 wutwutalma: No, I'm seriously sitting on the pot.

01:02 wutwutalma: Good stuff, man.

01:02 fidormula: yeah, that round was so-so

01:02 wutwutalma: Give me a second

01:02 fidormula: ok

01:03 wutwutalma: calling others to pitch in ... think of who the others might be.

01:03 wutwutalma: Oh, and start my clock.

01:04 fidormula: the onlookers

01:08 fidormula: up

01:08 wutwutalma: dammit.

01:08 wutwutalma: struggled.

01:08 fidormula: that's ok

01:08 wutwutalma: And that's when she met Terry Tarmac, a rookie firefighter with the xxx. He was handsome, she thought, as specks of brown, gold and burnt orange painted her white suede catsuit.

01:08 wutwutalma: Please remix heavily, or take it from there and I can.

01:13 fidormula: And that's when she met Terry Tarmac, a rookie firefighter with the biggest hose she had ever seen. He and his crew saved everyone's day by hosing down the mixed pile of living folk in poo. He is handsome, she thinks, as specks of brown, gold and burnt orange painted her white suede catsuit. Her faint smile fades quickly as Terry hoses her down even further.

01:13 fidormula: way over

01:13 fidormula: take it

01:14 wutwutalma: No problem, dude. Thanks.

01:18 fidormula: whenever you're ready

01:18 wutwutalma: And that's when she met Terry Tarmac, a Ladder 18 rookie firefighter with the biggest hose she had ever seen or imagined. He and his squad saved the day by hosing down the mixed pile of living folk in poo. They even sprayed off the miniature ballerinas. Terry Tarmac was stubble-faced and breathtakingly handsome even through his shield. Anastasia made these observations as specks of cocoa, dijion and burnt orange painted her white suede catsuit like a Jackson Pollock masterpiece.

01:21 wutwutalma: We're already at 461 words.

01:21 wutwutalma: I'll give you a couple more minutes

01:24 wutwutalma: Watcha got?

01:24 fidormula: Unable to withstand blast of recycled city water she fell on to some of choir boys. They were all being hosed into each other from all different directions. It was an orgy of dischord as the huddle grasped for each other in an effort to resist being jolted around. The mass of

01:28 fidormula: whenever you're ready

01:29 wutwutalma: Unable to withstand blast of reclaimed city water, she fell on top of a few of the choir boys, who were all being hosed into each other, seemingly from all different directions. It was an orgy of discord as the huddle grasped for each other in an effort to resist being jolted around.

01:33 wutwutalma: Whenever ya ready.

01:33 fidormula: The mass of people, which now included a handful of television media and freelance photojournalists, struggling to precisely comprehend or characterize what they were witnessing. Not since the Great Backup of 1983 had they seen this much chaos caused by human waste product. How did it happen? Why were the children in the middle of downtown? Who dove in first and what possessed them to do it? And upon hearing nothing but befuddled

01:34 fidormula: The mass of people, which now included a handful of television media and freelance photojournalists, struggled to precisely comprehend or characterize what they were witnessing. Not since the Great Backup of 1983 had they seen this much chaos caused by human waste product. How did it happen? Why were the children in the middle of downtown? Who dove in first and what possessed them to do it? And upon hearing nothing but befuddled

01:35 wutwutalma: Sweet, dude, thanks.

01:35 fidormula: yeah

01:39 fidormula: alright

01:39 wutwutalma: These were not rhetorical questions.

01:42 wutwutalma: I like this better ...

01:42 wutwutalma: He pointed the microphone at Anastasia, waiting for a response, a quote Eagle Eye Action 7 could use to tease to its 6 o'clock news broadcast.

01:44 wutwutalma: Wanted: Sparkling prose.

01:46 wutwutalma: Having fun yet?

01:47 fidormula: The foolish reporter poked and prodded the dripping girl, but she remained speachless, for the first time in her memory. In a moment of shear rage and antipathy over the reporter's lack of concern for her well being, Anastasia rises, headbutts the shameless actor, roundhouses the cameraman in the testes and announces that, "I'm sick and tired of all this shit!"

01:48 wutwutalma: We should probably wrap it up soon. Any ideas?

01:48 wutwutalma: I'll take a gander.

01:48 fidormula: the end

01:50 wutwutalma: True.

01:50 wutwutalma: You pretty much took it home.

01:50 wutwutalma: This is what I had.

01:50 wutwutalma:

01:50 fidormula: ok

01:50 wutwutalma: But I'm not sure that's necessary.

01:50 fidormula: yeah

01:50 wutwutalma: We can take it or leave it.

01:50 wutwutalma: Did you have any fun with this.

01:50 wutwutalma: I thought it was cool.

01:51 fidormula: yeah

01:51 wutwutalma: thanks a bunch for playing.

01:51 wutwutalma: Hopefully folks will get a kick out of it.

01:51 fidormula: no problem

01:51 wutwutalma: We should post the IM script to go with it.

01:51 fidormula: it might not be the best topic... my sense of plot isn't that well developed

01:52 wutwutalma: Indeed.

01:52 fidormula: I appreciate the symbolism that came out of it, though

01:52 wutwutalma: It really doesn't go anywhwere.

01:52 wutwutalma: But, hey, it's a first draft.

01:52 wutwutalma: you know.

01:52 fidormula: yeah

01:52 wutwutalma: How about this ending:

01:53 wutwutalma: Little did anyone within earshot realize, she was not speaking of the surrounding lake of feces.

01:53 fidormula: no

01:53 wutwutalma: Ha.

01:53 fidormula: let the reader draw the ironic conclusion

01:53 wutwutalma: Exactly.

01:53 fidormula: it's implied

01:53 wutwutalma: On point.