funny how
sharing a desk
Brother is staying for a few days & brother and Berliner are sharing a desk. They don’t know each other very well. I walk in on them sitting side by side with their computers open, both are typing furiously and music is playing.
Cathoel: so are you just taking turns between the songwriters and the techno, then?
Berliner: yup.
Brother: and we’ve been making remixes of your songs. Just by playing a song of yours over the top of what’s happening, so that~
Cathoel (sings): Tuesdays I lie in bed with my ex…
Brother: exactly, sometimes it works out perfectly. You should do remixes!
Cathoel: let’s! We can mix them with Tony Abbott’s speeches. Or, you know, sing-song public speakers.
Berliner (still typing): yup.
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