Sol runs around the coffee house and then sits down in the swivel chair.

"Choufie Toufie! Sherm, I think Fred said you could have the VDP if you come to New Jersey! ;)
Say, Bry, did you have a car rental place in mind? Nat, want to go?"

By Who yo Daddy? (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"Fred, thanks for my dollar!" Sol waves around the dollar and then slaps it down to buy his standard refillable fully-cafinated coffee.

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

Love it always, Solenoid...

By Chris (Sherm) on Unrecorded Date:

whoa, really? Cool incentive!! ;)

Sherm

By Who yo Daddy? (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"Sherm, howareya?" Sol drinks Sobe. "Is it cold outside where you are? It was 60 yesterday in Ra-cha-cha."

By Chris (Sherm) on Unrecorded Date:

It has been unseasonably mild outside lately, except for today. It's damn cold out right now!

Sherm

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

It's been sunny here the past few days. Wait a minute... I'm having a flash-back... NO!! NOT THE WEATHER TOPIC!!! RUN!!! RUN!!! RUN!!! RUN!!!

By 21st Century (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

Bryan drinks his coffee and reflects on one hellish but strangly productive day at work.

By Who yo Daddy? (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"So Bryan, tell me about this hellishly productive day you've been talking about. Sounds like fun!"

Sol sips his White Lightning, courtesy of Blue Sunday.

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

Fred staggers in, shirt untucked, hair mussed up, left shoe untied, sleep-swollen, reddened eyes, stubbly face, and toussled clothing. He sits at the counter, tries to focus on the menu with his right eye only, shakes his head, groans, then plants his head on the counter-top. He lets out a pained moan with a little whimper, then manages to mumble, "Hot Chocolate. Whipped Cream. 4 packs of sugar." He then passes out in a puddle of his own drool.

(PS--Calvin Klein Christmas party last night. I wish I had a video camera with me. It was the most wild thing I've ever experienced. One of my friends videoed the whole thing, and he's gonna give me a copy. He was dressed as a priest! WOW!)

By 21st Century (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

"Whoa. It looks like you are all partied out."

Bryan walked over to the newly installed replicator which he stole from the Vaxmigrtor topic.

"Computer: One hot chocolate with whipped cream and 4 packs of sugar."

*ding*

Bryan brought the chocolate beverage over and placed it on the counter in front of Fred.

"My company isn't doing an office party this year, but we are doing an office luncheon at Zebbs. They have the best chesse fries! Damm.. why did I have to go mention food. Now I'm hungry. I knew I should have gotten something to eat for breakfast this morning."

*stomach grumbles*

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

Fred reaches up slowly, grabs the mug of molten chocolate, attempts to lift his head but fails miserably, then shrugs and simply pours the liquid on his face, near his mouth, attempting to catch as much as he can--but failing miserably.

"Lemme have another one," he says after emptying the first mug and tossing it over his shoulder...

By 21st Century (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

Bryan hands Fred a washcloth for his face and signals the paid "help" to sweep the pieces of the broken mug off the floor.

"Computer: Repeat the last order plus one very long thermal drinking straw."

*ding*

"Here ya go."

-Bryan

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

"Thanx" >gurgle<

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

Everybody over here is trying to nap. I think they're all alittle bit hung over. No service calls. All is quiet. We're all contemplating our own, private plans to find couches around the building which are secluded, and bunking out on them for the day, cell phone in hand with a pager under our head. That way, if any emergencies pop up (which they shouldn't since the entire company seems to be hung-over and not willing to work) we will be informed and "able" to respond. Whether or not we'd want to respond is another story altogether. I'm wasted-a$$-tired...

By 21st Century (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

"Well, at least its a Friday. I'm looking forward to sleeping in tommarow."

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

I'm looking forward to sleeping in right now. ;>

By Funk Soul Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"Hey, Bryan, how about a cup of Joe?"

Sol totters on the barstool and takes a sip of cappiccino. "Yah, Angie and I are going to go see Princess Mononokee at the Little theatre on Thursday. We wanted to go last night, but it was playing too early for us to catch it.

"Yeah, that's because Angie was in a holiday concert that the Rochester Rocorder Chapter was putting on. Angie is so amazing with music! She did a duet with some old guy - but Angie did all the difficult nuances. It really was a beautiful concert and I had such a good time. Then we went to Applebees which has 1/2 price appetizers after 10 pm."

Sol drinks coffee.

"Ahhh, you know, I think I'll drink two."

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

I played GT2 with Jon last night. I helped him modify one of his cars in order to prevent it from spinning, and then I proceeded to win every race we competed in. I like being me.

By Bryan Cummings (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

"Wow, can you belive it? This place is almost a year old? Two more days till the Lev Forum's one year aninversary!

I went to the bakery this morning and bought a huge multi-layer cake to mark the occasion. Each layer is a different flavor, which represents the
Lev forums topic diversity.

Dig in and enjoy! Who wants to cut the first piece?"

Bryan begins to hand out plates and utensils.

By Amanda (Starkindler) on Unrecorded Date:

Did someone say "cake"? *perks up*

By Bryan Cummings (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

"Yeah! Cake! This conference is one year old! Lev Society itself has been arround since 1993. Seven years! Amanda, what flavor cake do you like? Want virtual ice cream to go with your virtual cake?"

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

I wish it were real cake--a major server had a power supply burn-out today, and everything in the MIS department is very hectic right now. Fortunately, I'm on the support team, which is fielding all the calls asking "why can't I log in?" rather than the LAN team, which is elbows-deep in computer innards, with pondersome expressions on their faces and muttering tech-ese to one another over in the server room.

They've been like that since 10 o'clock... :(

Anyway, One more day left until Friday! See ya on the flip side! ;>

By Amanda (Starkindler) on Unrecorded Date:

Chocolate cake and ice cream, puleeze. **grins** Yummy!

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"Amanda?" says Sol, looking twice in her direction, "hey? StarKindler??" Sol raises both of his eyebrows and blinks. "Wow, and I thought TOPICal nonexistance only happened in Story Topics. Where'd she go?"

Sol drinks his hot-latte Mochachino. "Mmmm, de-lisha! Yah, wow, I had her pegged for sure as a lifelong-LEVer. You know, I think we haven't seen the last of her. She's such a sweetie. Maybe we should, like, flood her mailbox with flattering mail. Ah, too bad, we don't have those many members anymore."

Sol lays back in his swivel-chair. "You remember, Fred? When LEV flooded ISC with pleas to keep our Society on the server? Hundreds of letters poured in. OK, so 50 of them were from Ewokie, but still. In those days, we knew how to launch a campaign!"

Sol eats some cheesy-poofs.

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

"I hear ya, Sol! Good to have ya back, bro!" Fred steals some of Sol's cheesy-poofs and spins his swivel chair around.

"Just like the good old days, eh?" Fred looks around. "Except for, ummm... All the people..." ;>

By Bryan Cummings (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

Bryan walks into the cafe and pours himself a cup of herbal tea. He then sits down next to Sol and
Fred.

"Mmm.. cheesy poofs!"

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

"The old triad, at it again... You know, the most powerful forces in the universe work in sets of three," Fred muses, before guzzling down a home-made banana-chocolate milkshake. "YUM!"

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"Yah, me been bad wittle boy-ee!" says Sol with a little-banjo laugh, "naughty!" He eats something then drinks something. "Yah, it is true, Old Sol is goin' back to Brick City. This time, I'm coming out with a degree in CS. This whole teacher-thing seems so odd now - I think I was a tech all along but had to find out the LONG way. My conclusion: Teaching is great, and important, but sit me down and make me program... I'll be happier!" Sol eats the mochachino and drinks some cheesecake. "Yah, I should have quite a few credits already... I get to start in PROG-4 which is a DOM equivalent... that means I lost no ground at all. Of course, I didn't really FINISH year-2 exactly - I was too busy taking 3rd and 4th year electives! Ha! Oh well, that's fine I suppose. Yes, that's right, I'll be taking a course in the Spring (I know not what) and in Summer, maybe I'll take full-time courses or something. That'd be the ideal, anyway. Since I have so many NAZ credits, I think I will be totally done with almost all of my elective-liberalarts stuff. I don't have the official word yet, though..."

Sol does a little half-grin. "I'll be keeping my current job for the time-being though - I don't want to give up the security of it. They like me, too, so I can stay a LONG time, no danger there. If anything, CompSci will be the more volatile field of the two... but hey, I really WANT to. And truth to tell, I like studying Computers in my spare time, but I don't like studying TEACHING in my spare time... ironic, eh? That, in the end, is what made me take the plunge."

By mo álainn Éireann (Sherm) on Unrecorded Date:

Well, hey, you gotta do what makes you happy in the long run. :) That's why I am doing what I'm doing, and not programming.

Sherm

By j.delgrosso (Jn) on Unrecorded Date:

so what is it it you *are* doing?

*dribbles coffee on shirt and tries to hide the fact by acting nonchalant*

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"yeah," chimes in Sol, "and whaddya gonna do for VALENTINE'S DAY? Think big big BIG! Like, bake her a cake... you know, a BIG cake... then jump out of it naked. If you want to be REAL creative, you can decorate your body with frosting that says 'eat me!' It can't fail!"

By mo álainn Éireann (Sherm) on Unrecorded Date:

You should know me by now, Sol. I'm a sick bastid.... I've tried the perverse thing, which I will NOT go into on the LEV board, so e-mail privately if you wanna know the skinny.

Sherm

By mo álainn Éireann (Sherm) on Unrecorded Date:

oh, jn, you never answered my 2 questions. ;P~

Sherm

By j.delgrosso (Jn) on Unrecorded Date:

what was the first one? and no, you dork, it's not my baby. Boy, I really had you people going for a minute there, huh?

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

Not me. ;>

By mo álainn Éireann (Sherm) on Unrecorded Date:

Well, no I figured it wasn't yours... I doubt you'd be posting here the day after you gave birth. :)

(but then again....)

Sherm

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"Baby? Who had a baby? Yeah, I was thinking that the rearing of embryos would be a cool hobby / use for my old 55-gallon goldfish tank... I was ready to go, too, but I just couldn't get a hold of a fresh placenta..."

By Bryan Cummings (Houdini) on Unrecorded Date:

"Please Sol, this is a cafe. People are trying to eat here. No more talk about placentas. Speaking of food. Its time for breakfast."

Bryan get up behind the counter and toasts up a few bagel slices. "Mmm... I'm going to have a plain bagel with cream cheese and strawbery preserves.

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

Can I have one of Sol's vat-grown placentas on a slice of whole wheat toast? (I'm trying to cut down on my calories)

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"Like I said," says Sol, shifting uneasilly from one edge of his seat to the other, "I never got one. Why, do you know of one that no one is using at the moment?"

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

Sol flops into the BIG chair and gets an iced mochachino. "Ooof - I'm poofed!" sprawls Sol. "You see, I just finished a Chem hour-exam. Eggaaahhh! The exam wasn't bad, but I studied for 2 days (good thing I did, too - the prof asks EVERYTHING). The good news - I am sure I got an A... but of course, there are still a few more exams to go... that's the deceptive thing about Week 5... you THINK you are 1/2 way done, but in reality, you've only just started. Alas, this will be yet ANOTHER full-study weekend for me. Gee-haah, classes + full time job = no time."

Sol then gets expectant... "Hey, somebody tell me a story, OK? It'll help me sleep in this nice plush chair. Hey also - anybody got a blanket?"

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

Hey Sol, remember the time you , me, and Rath were in chemistry lab together as lab partners? THOSE were som fun times, eh? I'd skip all the classes and just show up for lab. Remember when we made that thermite reaction in the paper cup, then just stood there watching it burn? That was kewl. Oh, yah--almost fergot: Here's a blanket AND a pillow. Remember that guy who got in trouble because he threw sodium in the toilet and flushed it, causing the whole system to explode, closing the chem lab that one night, and we had to stand around in the cold with our lab teacher, just standing there, asking if we were gonna have class? kewl... ;>

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

I guess I must have put Sol to sleep, because he hasn't responded to me story in about 2 months. Dang.

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

Dude, that was messed up!
Oy, Why can't I post? I have a terrible ailment called Nonposteritus. Terrifying symptoms include not posting enuff on LEV! Save me, save me, I hear that the eventual result is DEATH and the only known cure is to post a lot!

help!
Sol

By Rigel (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

tsk tsk tsk. Bad boy. No taco!

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"So anyway Nat," says Sol, sipping Cherry Mountain Dew, "I had a dream last night with you in it!"

"Oh, was it sexy?" says Nat.

"Cha cha! ;)" says Sol, "but I was talking about the other dream. OK, so I was speeding and a cop pulls me over. I'm all nervous because I can't afford it and everything. Then you come running up and get in the back seat and say, 'Please can you just let him go, Officer? I mean, I have to get to the airport and we're late. Please?'

"And the officer says, 'Oh, OK.' and lets us go! I was really impressed that it worked, plus I got to save money AND points on my license! Cool!"

Sol

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

"So what was I wearing?" asks Nat as she inspected her nails, sneering at the scuffs on her otherwise perfect manicure, "Was it something designer or frumpy houseclothes?"

Sol put down his cherry dew as he thought for a moment "Naw, something casual."

"Khakis or jeans?" Nat asked as though it were important that she know.

"Khakis," Sol paused "I think."

Nat grinned nostalgically "Last week I dreamed that I was Drunken Tantric Master WuFay fighting the forces of evil, Kung Fu and all."

"Any wires?" Fred chimed in before taking a long swig from a lime-green soda bottle.

"No wires."

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

"WuFay rocks," says Sol thoughtfully. "We have to finish that game. I feel we've not yet heard the last of the drunken Master!"

Sol

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

"Yes indeed my son." Nat gestured with her hands, palms facing out, and fingers extended except for the middle finger, which was curled inward.

Sol smiled and nodded his head while Fred painfully forced himself into a lotus position, chugged some dew, gestured in the same manner as Nat and belched repeatedly. Bryan looked over at Fred and seemed very impressed.

Nat wrinkled her nose "Damn boy!" she choked "What the HELL did you eat?"

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Unrecorded Date:

Tacos. ;>

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

Sol gets high on Fred's fumes and begins to chant a mantra...

Sol

By Subcriminal (Nat) on Unrecorded Date:

Nat gets SICK on Fred's fumes and passes out.

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Unrecorded Date:

Sol floats up to the roof where he gets his semi-afro stuck in the ceiling fan.

"Ahhh, air! woah-woah-woah-woah!"

Sol

By Bryan Cummings (Houdini) on Tuesday, May 29, 2001 - 01:12 pm:

Suddenly the Lev Cafe gets sucked through a wormhole and ends up on the RIT campus.

"Alright!" Bryan says unfazed. "Lev is back
on RIT soil. I like it here. We'd call this place Nates but, they have the corner store there now."

Bryan

By Funk Sol Brother (Sol) on Tuesday, May 29, 2001 - 03:33 pm:

"Dat's da way it was meant to be," says Sol, "Yeeehaaa!"

Sol

By Yo' Daddy (Sol) on Tuesday, September 11, 2001 - 10:45 am:

All of a sudden a passenger liner heads straight for the pub and crashes into it!

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!"

By Technomage (Houdini) on Tuesday, September 11, 2001 - 01:28 pm:

"Not funny." Bryan said somberly.

By Yo' Daddy (Sol) on Wednesday, September 12, 2001 - 12:29 pm:

Sol looks sad and slurps on his Vegan Soup.

"mmmm."

Sol

By Yo' Daddy (Sol) on Tuesday, September 18, 2001 - 11:53 am:

"So anyway," says Sol, "the co-op's going great at Pulsefeeder. Lots of upgrades, network configurations, HW and SW... it is really cool, and I like it. Even if I did have to stay till 10 pm on FRI."

Sol looks sheepish as the more hardened IT types chuckle.

Sol

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Tuesday, September 18, 2001 - 01:09 pm:

At least you don't hafta bring work home with ya, right?

By Yo' Daddy (Sol) on Tuesday, September 18, 2001 - 01:20 pm:

"Right!" Sol downs the Code Red, eying it suspiciously, wondering if it will ever measure up to the original. "Hey, do we have any beer and peanuts?"

Sol

By Ms. Vice (Nat) on Tuesday, September 18, 2001 - 02:45 pm:

Nat woke up to the word "Beer".

"Whazzimuzzit?" she mumbled with her eyes squinting from the light.

"Go back to sleep." Fred suggested to her as he capped his bottle of mountain dew. Nat's head thumped against the table as she dozed off again. Bryan passed Sol a bowl of peanuts from the bar and passed it to Sol. "Mmmmm... Peanuts..." he drooled as he shoveled the crunchy, honey-roasted delicasy into his mouth.

By Yo' Daddy (Sol) on Wednesday, September 19, 2001 - 10:43 am:

Sol enjoys the peanuts, eventually removing the shells as well. "MM um um," he says, taking 3 pints of beer.

"I love my new job, they locked me in the PARTS closet today! It's like, 486 womderland in there! I love the parts closet! Then they banged on the door and told me I had to go home."

Sol gives the sad face.

Sol

By Technomage (Houdini) on Monday, December 10, 2001 - 04:54 pm:

Bryan sat on the couch and fell asleep. He was tired from a long evil day at work.

-Bryan

By Technomage (Houdini) on Monday, December 10, 2001 - 04:54 pm:

Bryan sat on the couch and fell asleep. He was tired from a long evil day at work.

-Bryan

By Yo' Daddy (Sol) on Tuesday, December 11, 2001 - 08:22 am:

"Good morning, boyos!" It was Sol and he was back. He looks for the Mountain Dew.

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Tuesday, December 11, 2001 - 10:42 am:

He finds Fred using the plastic skids of 2-liter bottles as a throne, complete with cushions for his back and butt, with a big, green velvet drapery over the whole deal.

"What?" Fred says, shrugging as he swigs straight from a bottle...

By Yo' Daddy (Sol) on Friday, December 14, 2001 - 09:24 am:

"It's Friday!" shouts Sol, "Who wants ice cream?"

By Yo' Daddy (Sol) on Tuesday, March 26, 2002 - 12:57 pm:

"I'm drinkin!" says Sol. He pours a quart of ice cream into his fat mug of root beer. "An' I don't care what anyone sez. Hopefully, I finally found a decent modeling tool for Lal's head. But I have to do some genetics work first plus I have to go to Bio now. :P"

Sol chugs and dozes.

By Vengence is Mine (Knight_Hawk) on Friday, March 26, 2004 - 11:31 am:

The door opens and in walks a woman dressed all in black looking like she came out of the matrix. She looks at her reflection in the glass door and screams runnig from the cafe. Everyone turns and looks and Sol wakes up suddenly looking around wildly.

She peeks her head back in and looks at Fred. "I'll kill you, you know that right? I will kill you for this." Fred stiffels a laugh. "I distinctly remember saying that Trinity was off the possible residual self images list. I'll be back once I figure out how to fix this."

By The One Known Only as (Greyfox) on Monday, June 21, 2004 - 04:52 pm:

Fred laughs and points at Damien/Trinity. "HA-HA!"