h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Was good Gw7en, included a nice spicy Chorizo sausage.

Mmmmm... Chorizo...

I haven't heard from Loony for far too long. I miss his sage nods.

Thanks, d'E. Wow. I guess it has been a long time! I was gone for longer than I thought!

Xanthium gum? Yuk. I'd rather not drink a cup of it (it's for texture or thickener, isn't it?)

Something a bit different, chicken Chorizo...get 'em at the local farmer's market.

I believe so, Ox. Thick

At my age, I don't need any help hardening my arteries

We won't talk about age and arteries hardening here.

Nope, both topic's are off limits at hootoo!

*sips *

G'night all. Getting up in 6 hours!

Night ox!

G'night, ox.

IIEM, can I have an iced ginger and lemon tea please?

d'E, my dad's dog, Gus the really big and floppy rottweiler, has a small emergency dog. She's a Jack Russell terrier named Sis who likes to pounce on his head and try to play tug of war with him. He flings her around for a bit, and then she leaves off the rope toy and just swings from his jowls. What sort of dog is Jersey, a beagle? Smaller high energy dogs are *great* for big ones. It keeps 'em young!

My daughter rearranged her room by herself tonight. Weird.

Um, was she bored?

I always rearrange my lounge when I'm bored. I'm still trying to work out how to get the kitchen table through to the lounge- it would really look good there. Either that or one of my four desks.

IIEM, could I have a large cola?

I rearrange furniture when I move. That's about it, really.

*sips *

Dave Barry would call Gummo an emergency backup dog. It sounds like a good idea -- is Zeppo showing signs of boredom?

I fell asleep earlier this evening, and now I'm inappropriately awake. More anti-coffee please, IIEM.

It's snowing.

IIEM, another cup of coffee please.

IIEM, another cup of Earl Grey please.

Courtesy

Good to know you got home okay, Courtesy. Not that there was any doubt. Tomorrow night, then? Oh, I should ask to be polite...do you play bones? It's something of a ritual on Thursdays, and with your analytic mind, you could make my boss bleed!

oh, for everyone else. Bones=dominoes. We play at the pub, and have a great deal of fun, and beer, doing it. We also insult each other in ways that make folks who don't know us cringe. I think perhaps the best one I ever heard was my boss, when a fellow bartender knocked (you knock on the table when you can't play) said something to the effect that he would be knocking more than a certain type of religious missionary in a particular type of neighborhood.

It was quite amusing.