Thumping Bass and Charity Claps

(Maryam was complaining about her neighbor's loud thumping music)

Sam: Maryam: Neighbors thumping bass is the worst experience you can have in a first world country.
Sentynel: Thumping tuna is totally okay, though.
Goosey: LOL
Sam: I endured that through college and the housing row we lived in afterward. It made me murderous.
Sam: It's now a major consideration in choosing wherever we move to. If it looks like I might have to endure thumping bass from someone, I don't live there.
Sam: It's not always easy to know, of course.
Sentynel: If I almost never hear thumping bass, does this mean it's mine annoying everyone else?
Sam: Bad memories of when I was in college and being woken up at 4am because the drunk idiots next door had a humongous stereo set up against my wall.
Sam: If I was playing music when they turned that thing on, I stopped being able to hear MY OWN music.
Sentynel: ...wow.
Sentynel: https://xkcd.com/368/
Sam: I can't even stand it now when a car goes by whose occupant is blasting a subwoofer too loud.
Sam: ...Like in that strip.
Sentynel: Precognitively relevant xkcd!
Sam: Precognitive Relevance would be a good name for a band.
Sentynel: Ooh, yes.
Sam: Or a tumblr, before you go and fetch that xkcd comic too.
Sentynel: LOL
Sentynel: Dammit.
Sentynel: I totally was as well.
Sam: Oh, go ahead.
Sentynel: https://xkcd.com/1025/
* Sam claps politely.
Sentynel: Thanks.
Goosey: LOL

Cheese Nap of the Dead

Sam has entered.
TalkingDog: El Sammo, hola.
TalkingDog: Queso siesta de los muertos.
* TalkingDog just says all the Spanish words that come to mind.
Maryam: Cheese nap of the dead? Ominous.
TalkingDog: Cheesy doooooom.
TalkingDog: yyyyyyyyeah, I'm gonna get some sleep. Gonna try for a nap, but I'll probably leave out the cheese and death parts.
Maryam: That's what you think.
Maryam: Now you'll be dreaming about cheesy death.
TalkingDog: Probably.
TalkingDog: Abierto cerrado!
(These next two lines were said at the same time)
TalkingDog: I learned those on Sesame Street.
Maryam: Someone's been watching their Sesame Street.
TalkingDog: hehe
TalkingDog has left.

Lotion

Goosey: 1) Realize hands need lotion
Goosey: 2) Push up sweater sleeves in preparation to apply lotion
Goosey: 3) Grab blanket because legs are cold
Goosey: 4) Roll down sleeves
Ticia: lol
Goosey: 1) Realize sleeves were up for a reason, but can't remember why
Goosey: *5)
Goosey: 6) Forget how to count
Sentynel: 22) Forget how to count
Ticia: HAHAHA

Spaghetti fencing!

LaZorra: So last night, I managed to stab myself under the fingernail with a piece of spaghetti.
LaZorra: I just decided to try to peel an orange with that finger.
Maryam: owww
Goosey: owwww
LaZorra: Yeah, turns out citric acid is kinda acidic...
Sentynel: With a piece of spaghetti?
Sentynel: Not that I'm not sympathetic, because citric acid in a cut hurts like nothing else, but seriously, spaghetti? =p
LaZorra: You say that as if it were an unusual occurance.
Goosey: Sent: I assume it's the dry stuff, pre-cooked
iwpg: I hope you mean uncooked... yes, that.
Sentynel: Yeah. But I'd still imagine it would be quite hard to stab oneself with it.
Sentynel: Although I haven't personally tried, so who knows.
LaZorra: It was actually post-cooked. It was stuck on my spatuala, and I couldn't get it off with my sponge, so I tried scraping it off with my thumb.
LaZorra: POKE SENTYNEL WITH SPAGHETTI
LaZorra: POKE POKE POKE
LaZorra: Yeah. And glued on. >.<
* Sentynel parries and ripostes.
Sentynel: Spaghetti fencing!
LaZorra: LOL
LaZorra: That mental image is HILARIOUS.
LaZorra: Most delicate fencing ever. You're disqualified if your strand breaks.
Goosey: LOL
Sentynel: Someone broke their sword in a match against me once. That was kinda hilarious.
LaZorra: SAM LADE, BENDER OF STEEL
Sentynel: The snapped parts didn't totally separate, it just sort of doubled back on itself.
Sentynel: My coach looked at it and goes "it's for those fancy shots where you do this.." and proceeded to wave it over my shoulder and stab me in the back with it.
Goosey: LOL
Sentynel: LaZ: They called me "the Blade", actually, for obvious reasons...
Sentynel: Which sounds an awful lot less silly when you're armoured and holding a sword.

Time of Death

Dave has left.
Sam: DAVE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Sam: YOU CAN'T LEAVE NOW!
Sam: NOT ON MY WATCH!
Sam: CLEAR!
Sam: thump
Sam: CLEAR!
Sam: thump
Sam: dooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Sam: Aw, man.
TalkingDog: Time of death, Hammer Time.
* TalkingDog gets down.