me: Housh is here, lol me: we're writing the book proposal for the agent he negotiated Tim: Oh, hey, I want to meet him. Let's hook up this afternoon, and I'll give you a copy of the magazine. me: k, you want to come by here? Tim: Please tell me Gregg has a car and I can impose on you two to make the arduous journey to the Old Monk, where I will buy you drinks. me: nope, no car me: he flew in Tim: Fucking bastards. Tim: He's at your pad? me: yep me: we're writing the Anonymous book me: proposal and notes me: and doing other things me: mostly cyberwar-related Tim: I'll pick you vagrants up, and deliver you to the Monk. You gotta find your own way home. How's that? Tim: [steps away from computer] me: maybe much later me: late afternoon Tim: [back at machine] Tim: What's that mean? What's your availability? I was thinking 5 to 6 or somesuch. me: that'll work Tim: I'll touch base with you later today, then. me: word, word, we'll be here Tim: You two fags use protection, okay? me: CONDUCTING CYBERWAR me: DON'T TELL US WHAT TO DO me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtdWHFwmd2o&feature=related Tim: That video scares me.