Mhm

[Ian Hunt]

Damn, there goes that logic. I still don't think I suck as much as Luke though, because that's really depressing. lol.
*salutes back*
Did I tell you that Dan's baby's going to have my surname? I'm not sure if I did or not, but if I didn't - Dan's baby's going to have my surname. How cool is that?

[Arden Patricks]

Fine, maybe you don't then.
You did not. Technically you never even really told me about her baby and I just inferred it and such, but... yeah, that's pretty cool.

[Ian Hunt]

Thanks.
Oh, sorry. I lose track of who I tell what. lol.
It makes me happy. And it is also a girl and she has a name which is Jodie. Which is also pretty cool. But the pretty coolness is greatly outweighed by the whole *runs round in circles* surrealness of it.

[Arden Patricks]

Not a problem.
Understandable, I guess. But yeah... there is that aspect also.

[Ian Hunt]

But it's okay, I suppose, because there's no real pressure on me as it's really nothing to do with me at all. Neither Dan nor baked bean are. So I don't have to do or be anything I don't want. So that's okay. ;D

[Arden Patricks]

Ah... well then. That's good I guess.

[Ian Hunt]

Yes.
Grah, sorry about disappearing. Food was on offer, and then Claire needed to print some stuff off, and then Daz needed a hand getting up and about and changing chairs and stuff.

[Arden Patricks]

Ah, I see. I needed to eat anyway, and go for a walk and such.

[Ian Hunt]

It works then.
Daz says hello by the way. As the chair he wished to have assistance in sitting in is the one next to mine.

[Arden Patricks]

Cool. Was going to say hello to him, by the way, but whenever I do that it seems like the person I try to say hi to has always just left.

[Ian Hunt]

Yeah, sod's law and all, I guess. lol.
But no, he's still here! And he's waving frantically at the monitor and says that he loves you.

[Arden Patricks]

Sod's law?
Hm... that's a little odd of him.

[Ian Hunt]

Yeah. *nods*
It is a little bit strange, but he's only just woken up an hour or so ago, so he's still coming to. Haha.

[Arden Patricks]

Ah, I see. And that was probably strange of me, so apologies. It's my favorite response now in the real world.
What the hell is Sod's law?

[Ian Hunt]

Yes. I see.
Sod's Law...like...grah. To wikipedia for a definition!
Huzzah!
"Murphy's law is an adage in Western culture that broadly states that if anything can go wrong, it will. "If there's more than one possible outcome of a job or task, and one of those outcomes will result in disaster or an undesirable consequence, then somebody will do it that way." It is most often cited as "Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong" (or, alternately, "Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way"). The saying is sometimes referred to as Sod's law or Finagle's law."

[Arden Patricks]

Yeah, sure you do. I'm prettier than you are anyway.
Ah, I see. I knew what Murphy's Law was, but that didn't quite seem to fit.

[Ian Hunt]

Of course you are.
I think Sod's law and Murphy's law are ever so slightly different, but that was the closest definition I could find. *shrug* And it's our favourite phrase at the moment also. Myself and Pip have been yelling it at people all week. xD

[Arden Patricks]

;D Lol... no, actually I look like the bitchy secretary in a movie and I have a really big head. That's what Laura and Maria said after Marcie said I was pretty the other day.
Yeah, I'd think so. You yell, "Sod's law!" at people? ... Why?

[Ian Hunt]

Lol. I look like a mongoose Jennie. And I'm sure you're very beautiful, especially compared with my mongoose likeness. Haha.
Eh, cos we heard it the other day and thought it was funny. And it's like when someone moans or whines about something, one of us will dutifully shout "Sod's law! Get over it!" or something of the same calibre.

[Arden Patricks]

Mongoose, is it? Actually, if those pictures on your MySpace were really of you, I think we decided you look like some actor but I can't remember who 'twas.
I look like a twelve-year-old with a jack-o'lantern for a head.
And... right. That makes sense.
I think I have to leave soon to talk to the nepotism lady. Yippee!

[Ian Hunt]

Yes, mongoose, apparently at least. And I also have a rather big nose and a very long face and sort of hollow cheeks. So all in all I look quite ridiculous, I assure you. Lol, some actor? Uh...thanks. Haha.
Lmfao. A twelve year old with a jack-o'lantern for a head? Now I really want to see a picture of you. xD
Yeah, like everything I say and do.
Byee.

[Arden Patricks]

Yeah, but I can't remember who. But if that really was you, then you look very pretty.
*shrug* Speaking of MySpace pictures, have some there. But yes I do.
Yeah, now you're catching on.
Well... not yet. But in ten minutes.

[Ian Hunt]

Haha, yeah, that was me. And uhm, thank you. *takes bow*
Next time my PC isn't being spazzy, I'm off to your myspace my dear. *nods*

Ah, well...now you're gone. I miss ye!

[Arden Patricks]

Yeah, I guess I believe you....
Gotcha. Those are about three-year-old pictures really, but I haven't changed.
Anyway... ah, damn, I thought that might throw you off.
But I'm back already! Don't be sad!
But my finger hurts from typing so much.

[Ian Hunt]

Haha, alright then.
Ah, I see.
Lol, huzzah! I am sad no longer!
Your finger hurts? Maybe you should rest your finger then. *nods*

[Arden Patricks]

Sorry. I'm paranoid and still occasionally think you're not real. Not when I'm actually talking to you though, usually.
Yippee!
But then I can't type very well.

[Ian Hunt]

Uh-huh. I really do think that I am real. I'm pretty sure at least.

You can always take a break before you do yourself serious injury! *nods sternly*

[Arden Patricks]

Yeah, I figured as much, just paranoid sometimes. *shrug* Sorry.
Eh, it's fine. I have an ice cube wrapped in toilet paper.

[Ian Hunt]

That's okay. You're forgiven.
Lmao, ah, it's all alright then. xD

[Arden Patricks]

I'm sorry. Really am. I'm in a funny mood today and saying things I normally wouldn't.
Yeah, exactly. I'm a first aid genius.