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

Caerwynn, I've heard that chocolate works as bait, but we had better luck with peanut butter. We also laid down red hot pepper all along the kitchen cabinets and suspected entryways, but you probably don't want to do that with a around.

On sandwiches, I seem to remember my (American) grandfather liking peanut butter and onion, but I can't think of any more with names that need explaining.

For some reason, the last two LEDs before this one don't work for me. And earlier, no one existed. What happened?

[H]

HooToo flew the coop for me around 7.50 pm again tonight and has only just got on, but at least it is back (for now...).

weird. maybe the bbc server got sick?

The whole dna server...

[MTG 154 139 148 at bowling tonight, and I think I tore my shoulder]

[{Courtesy}]

We had a very exciting day at work yesterday.

The building we are in has not, apparently, existed officially for a number of years now. When this was discovered, the city council sent round some inspectors to, I dunno, count light fiixings or something.

For some reason this also involved us pretending we weren't there. We shipped half the teeachers off to another location, cancelled most of our morning and afternoon classes, took down all the signs/ads/leaflets and noticeboards.... and locked ourselves in. Literally.

By the time I got let out to scurry up thee stairs to my class ("No, sorry teens, you can have a break, but if you don't mind, no going outside." "No CIGGARETTES??? "), my colleague was chewing the furniture having had her claustrophobia activated by the locked door, and I was feeling distinctly frazzled too...

but surely the can *See* the building.

With the Micetrap thing, if it's a basic 'kill em' type trap you have to warm the chocolate to get it to stick on the spike. and if the chocolate has gone, but there is a in the trap then there is a second mouse.

*tiptoes in, hoping that the server/s won't cause any more trouble*

Once the roads are a little more passable, I shall go and get a couple of traps, just in case. The and I will probably be fighting over the , but it certainly won't be Cadbury's Shots. I shall add peanut butter to the shopping list and try that in the second trap.

It was up there scratching again last night but moved off from the corner over my side of the bed towards No2 son's room. It gets more complicated down that end as it is partly converted and there are more hidey holes.

As yet the hasn't got into the house, but I am sure Cassie would soon dispatch it, but only after she had given it a good patting, pawing and licking .

[Munchkin, currently enjoying a nice sausage sandwich]
As we are talking about sandwiches, what is the thing with pickled cucumber, or whatever it is, that has to appear in almost all American sandwiches. I'm not a fan, but I got the funniest looks everytime I tried to have them removed.

[Amy]

Do you mean relish? Pickle cut up into little cubes, with a sweet syrupy sauce over it? I've only been served it on s.

No, those big bits of cucumber that are generically known as "Pickle" in the US, certainly in my knowledge.
Hmmm, I now have a hankering after pickled onions. Those little silverskin ones.

All this talk about food! It gets me hungry! And I've already had my lunch! This is not good...
*Goes to the kitchen in search for some cheese to nibble on.*

Hey, not every sandwich has pickles! Sometimes they're served on the side. Guess if you don't like them that puts you in a pickle. ( Oh, the hilarity.)

Yesterday was a total pain on all fronts. The IRS misreported our payroll figures to SSA, so now I have to go back and Xerox check stubs, W-2's, W-3's and all of my quarterly tax reports to send to them to prove that I sent in the correct taxes.

Our building fund is earning practically nothing and I was told to move most of it somewhere with higher interest rates so spent the day waiting for one bank or another to call me back. You know those bidding wars they talk about in the tv commercials....doesn't happen IRL.

My hip went out again, I typed a recipe for barbecue sandwiches for Amy 4 times and finally gave up, and then when I got home I found I didn't have anything defrosted for supper and Molly is in heat. Well, at least now I know how old she is. So, we're going to have to take her to be spayed. She called all night. I bet I didn't sleep an hour.

Matina, I need Turkish coffee and something totally decadent in the way of pastry. And a pickle.

Hypatia. You know your typing too hard when it throws your hip out.

Munchkin, your are talking specifically about the deli pickle, a large dill pickle that is either put whole on the plate with the sandwich or cut lengthwise in half or quarters (depending on how big it is). It is obligatory. If you don't want it, you just throw it out (most people do that, but I like them so I usually eat them unless they are mushy). Some high end delis will ask you if you want the pickle or not.

/* slips some apostrophe's and "e"s into his typos above, while no one is looking. */