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

That seems like quite a good way of dealing with those situations MR.

I find that freaking out afterwards really is the best way to do things.

Well, I'm off for a *very* extended weekend. I will stop in occassionaly, because, well, I don't want to have 15 dots of backlog to read.

Take care all.

G7

{Robin}

/* Knocks on wood */

Nothing broken yet, not even any cavities in my teeth, although I too had the head-into-the-doorway type incident Chris experienced.

And I haven't given blood in a while. It almost always goes badly. I don't have veins so much as garden hoses, and the nurses never believe me when I tell them to expect a lot of blood, fast. It's not as gruesome as it sounds, but when the nurse comes back and shouts "Oh my God!" I tend to faint.

[L] busy, busy

Oops, I almost forgot. Happy birthday America

America thanks you, Lòòny.

I am off and on my way to a BBQ to watch fieworks and drink beer... I think I had better get more beer.

*confused* but it's only the third!!!

anyway, i haven't had much in the way of traumas. i've never broken a bone (knock on wood), never split my head open (just my chin) but i've had cavities. i have one now, as a matter of fact.

oh! when i was about 4, i was jumping up and down on an empty fish tank in my backyard (it was laying on its side) and it broke. right leg went through, big gash on shin. i have a scar to this day because my parents were dirt poor at that time and we couldn't afford to go get me stitches.

and then there was the time that i tripped over a wall. yes, a wall. it was a short one, if that helps... have a scar from that one too!

Cavaties... My dentist like to do fillings the old fasioned way, without numbing the area first. These days, I have to say I agree with the man: 30 seconds of intense pain is better than drooling out of your frozen mouth for the rest of the day. But then I haven't had a filling in a while.

Coldest experience wasn't that cold I guess. We went to our village house for New Year. To get to it, having got off the train, we cross a field: there is no road in. Takes about 20 minutes usually. This time there was a blizzard, so we slogged accross, up to our knees in snow, snow beating at us from all sides for about 10 hours (I may be exaggerating). But the worst thing was when we got to the house. Up till now, you understand, we were quite quite warm (physical exercise and all). The house, however, is heated using a big wood-fed clay oven. By the time we had got wood for the dam thing, and got a decent fire going, I was jolly chilly. And then it took two hours to get the house heated up from the standing start. I watched air unfreeze itself in front of my very eyes. The walls groaned. I sat on the oven. Never again...

Hottest experience. Stuck inside a coach while waiting to go through Checkpoint Charlie. The driver had been told to turn the engine, and therefore the airconditioning, off. 30-35 degrees outside and rapidly hotter inside. That feeling of sheets of sweat rolling down your body... The thing that impressed me most, though, was my rosin (string instrument players use rosin to stick the strings of the bow more firmly to the strings of the instrument. It is tree sap, largely). It melted. Totaly liquified.

Happy Independance Day!

*suddenly wonders if she has got the wrong holiday. Nahhh. Surely not...*

It is only the third, but there is a local highschool that does a fireworks show on the third to get people to come... All the big show cost money nowadays.

Oh, dear, yes. Sorry. Still, something like that should be celebrated long and hard... It's the pre independence day holiday. And Friday will be the post independence day holiday...

Russians have an independence day too, now, as of 10 or so years ago.

The unfortunate tendency, though, is for everybody to ask "Who from?" I think Our Glorious Leader would like to change the name, as it is getting embarrassing.

Well, you know, this whole independence thing...the French celebrate what, Bastille Day? The 14th of July, yes? Now what I have never been able to figure out, yes, it was the day they liberated the Bastille, but I never knew who was in it, or why they were there, and whether or not they were guillotined afterwards. I do early modern Italy, not France. And the 1700's are a wee bit late for me. Anyone know what, exactly, Bastille Day commemorates?

And on the US note...you can DECLARE it all you want...it didn't happen til later.

Quick *oogle search:
The Bastille was a prison in Paris, which the people stormed and seized in 1789, starting the French Revolution that toppled King Louis XIV and the aristocracy. The Bastille Day holiday in France symbolizes the overthrow of the old monarchy and the beginning of the French republic. The monarchy was not just undemocratic. The king and aristocracy also owned the land and extracted not only the rent but imposed taxes and restrictions on the people.

July 14th is also my birthday....

[Amy]

Oh dear.... Can we get you anything, Amy?
Matina could make you one of those sobering drinks perhaps?

Matina? Yes please, and an icetea for me, thank you.

Thank you Bumblebee, I'm feeling much better .

But now I have to collect the Antmobile from the garage and pay a large bill.

Oooh, sorry to hear that Amy. (glad his car passed MOT ok back in April). I have had to go into work today and I am , well full of the cold and would rather be at home, still it's overtime.
Last one before they cap our overtime rates and shove us onto the 12 hour shifts. Bleugh.

[op]

[Munchkin]
The Bastille: I think i was just a general prison, and so, like all eighteenth century prisons, not a nice place to be. I think they commemorate it as the beginning of the revolution, rather than because anyone particularly funky was in it. The question that interests me, when do they consider the revolution to have stopped? After Waterloo?
Hospitals: I have never broken a bone or anything and I have only been rushed to hospital once, for hayfever
I was about six, and playing on the beach at the height of summer. I wandered off for a bit, possibly by some long grass, and when I returned my eyes had swelled to "at least twice their size" according to my hysterical mother. I didn't even notice. I was rushed off to the cottage hospital (we were on Arran, which is not the most cosmopolitan island) and given some anti-hystamines, which did the job. After that my mum made sure to get me eye drops every summer.