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

Unfortunately there are no computer nurses for us prospective computer doctors to push the work onto. It's a nice idea though. My computer would qite like a computer nurse to come along in a blue uniform and hold its hand or measure its voltage.

Now that's the kind of job that might be fun.
In my environment, they are called techies. (or me come to think of it ) People who actually do the graft, while the big boys discuss what should be done to remedy the problem.

[Affy's early morning posting]

I thought of techies but decided that they could not be awarded nurse status on the grounds that they do more harm than good. Around here we refer to them as the wicked elves.

My nurse equivalent would be the person who phaffs about in a cleanroom with a hair net on. And more power to their elbow I say. I always hated that bit. Mostly because, just after getting suited up and shuffling throught the airlock, I would develop a hang over

/* Zeppo licks at the drippings from the phlog tap */

!oN !oppeZ

.elbuort eb dluoc sihT

!raed hO

?yawyna ,tsal glohp fo stceffe eht od gnol woH

/* Looks closely at Zeppo */


!god tneicsinmo na si deen I gniht tsal ehT !no hO

!yzzid m'I woN

{MW}

/* Zeppo calls into being several large ham bones, one for everyone at the Atelier, plus some to spare */

!evitagen ni enoyreve si yhW
(-: neht ko s'taht ,esle enoyreve si os hO .driew woH .sdrawkcab gnikaeps m'I ,yeH
.elihw a ni lla uoy ees ,krow ot ffo tsuJ
{[71B]}

nettik kcalb eht emalb I ,ecilA ekiL

Twas brilig and the slithy toves...

(-; sdrawkcab si meop eht fo enil tsrif eht ,ddo woH

.aT .esaelp ti odnu enoemos nac os ,siht ekil sdrowkcab gnikniht yrt ot dnekeew kht ot esolc oot stI !truh daeh ym sekam sihT

!!kht ton eht

I am glad I have thus far avioded the Phlog, here is a mirror for each of you to talk into... Perhaps that will help. Reading all that is tought first thing after you wake.

*wants to turn it inside out to make a giant kaledescope *

!lla, gninroM

*thinks about what she just said*

...ddo woH

.uoy knahT .esaelp aet emos ,anitaM

*continues floating above her seat and hopes that the effects of Phlog on canines is shorter lived than the effects on humans*

7G

.ees I sdrawkcab lla llits hA (-: niaga kcaB
?neht krow rorrim siht seod woh oS

*looks in mirror and raises a questioning eyebrow towards Marv. Unfortunatley in the mirror, B-17 looks as though he is frowning.
Bizzare.*

[LG]