Minch Niddle

I have a head flu. Possible fever.

My brain feels drunk and utterly detached from my body and though I tried to work today, that turned out to be a terrible idea... and so my boss sent me home after finding me resting my head on an ice cold water bottle. While enjoying my surrealistic ride home on the bus I started rambling through thoughts in my head and realized.... as I've wanted to Dérive for quite some time and currently find myself fairly bedridden...

A mental Dérive is in order...

This may be a bit like Alice falling down the rabbit hole...

So for starters. I get home. Start up my computer. Skype starts up... and low and behold my computer is taken over by a sfø chat room that then turns into a conference call bombarded by internet strangers. Chaos. Mass Chaos. Or rather, as I like to name it, a cluster f*ck of voices

only one of which I can recognize (Lincoln).

I had planned to go on an intellectual journey... but the skype thing happened and well... I went where it took me.

As far as wandering without purpose or plan goes... I'd say this chat room is pretty much the best you can do with that, without leaving one's bed.


Best Sick Day Ever.

What I discovered in my derive:
1) Lincoln sort of owns the chat world - I mean, he DID interview Bob Marely...

(I couldn't stop laughing, I was in tears at one point)


2) Singers from Bangladesh are pretty friendly (we're welcome to visit anytime)


3) Bruce Wayne is real and frequents skype.


4) We are all pretty much nerds...
who find sex sex jokes funny


and like to torment one another (Ben, apparently I am not as nice as you think, since I did load this, but I kept the full clip, which means you look silly with company)



5) We even worked in a plug for lowteck


Listening to a Dali painting for the win. So hard to get the full picture when one's furniture is melting. This is making my brain fever worse. While I am listening to (aww there was Ben's voice, so sweet) all this chaos the only thing I want to do is place cold hands palm down across my face, neck and back. Anyone, right, that's a normal fever response. Desire for cold hands.



Do not worry if you are confused. It is all confusion. And fear. Like a nightmare I can't wake up from. It was over 2 hours of audio -- yes 2 hours. You can hear me typing madly in some spots. I had a google chat gong too, Interweb derive at it's best.

I am sick + Derive = 2+hours of skypecast insanity.

I then proceeded to remain delirious for a few more hours before realizing that what I needed was to eat pizza....


...while taking a bath


fever, what can I say - at least it turned out to be a good idea.




I added some collaborators from the chat to share in my glory, unfortunately, they can't hear the clips, so they have - or rather - Doktor has chosen to trust my judgment. Let's hope I don't disappoint...

**EDIT**
So, obviously there were many many more people involved in my mental derive... but it seems I can only add two collaborators. So, I would like to say: GYØ Ben was there, and he was wonderful... and since he thinks Minch = Heart, well, I pretty much adore him