So, for whatever reason, iChat now works through the insane proxy here at TP3 in Bochum. They changed something locally, or Apple unfucked it with the 10.4.2 released, but whatever the details are, I can now chat from the office. This rocks.
What does not rock is E.'s taste in music. The dude is this ultra-Russian, ultra-smart condensed matter theorist in his fifties, and he listens to Avril Lavigne. It's really weird.
The mad piping of the idiot gods in Azathoth's court? I'd bet five dollars that it would sound like "Skater Boy" for a few milliseconds before utterly wiping away your sanity.