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

I actually get a full weekend this weekend without going out of town!

I am going to be spending it vegetating. Low stimulus, till sunday when I go to the Beach.

Who was it in the backlog that said I clearly love my job

I *hate* my job, or at least I did before we got this project to do. But I can't leave now. If I leave now I will have difficulty getting a new one and will have far fewer maternity rights at the new one. I'll *really* struggle to get a new one after the baby is born and I've been out of the office for almost a year. Looks like I might *have* to be a stay-at-home-mum after all.

I'm feeling pretty miserable right now, especially as I have been sort of railroaded into agreeing to go to galway for most of september and all of october. The request for november can't be far away. That is all of my 2nd trimester - the best bit of this pregnancy lark when I stop feeling shattered and sick for a few months before I get too big to move. I'm really going to miss having my husband around

Wish J would hurry up and get home from work!

I'm glad the RSPCA came to pick up the dog - mind you if someone hadn't found it and tied it up it might have found its own way home by now!

True, I did think of that when I found out just as I was going home, however, there is still a chance someone dumped it as getting old. But it still needed water anyway.....at least the owners won't let it roam around again if they did it on purpose, when the RSPCA find out who it belongs to, if they do.

[GDZ]

Rotten news, Kelli

Stomp STOMP stomp sounds of breaking glass

I love the sound of breaking glaass

I love the smell of naphalm in the morning
....he just said it in THAT film, voted best film of all time........

It's early 1978 and I'm working as a groom for a wealthy family whose daughter rides event horses. It's cold and raw and I'm mucking out boxes. That song is playing on the radio, along with Baker Street and Wear Your Heart on Your Sleeve.

replying to mikerhike's post, that was.

I've never heard the original. Just an interesting version I love by Ego Wrappin (In fact, I didn't know there *was* an original until, well 5 minutes ago)

The full quote is "I love the smell of napalm in the morning. It's the smell of victory..." All that with that crazy look in his eyes.

Great flick.

> You specifically said "she was really pretty, not a punk" so you can see why I made that assumption... but now you've hit upon another niggle of mine which is that punks, metallers, etc. have to look like punks, metallers, etc. and not people who work in a bank.

It's not so much the people who employ you, but the people who are customers. Banks don't like it when the customers are scared away. Personally, I like it when I see somebody working whose attire is a little out of the norm. Pierced tongues, lips, and eyebrows, dreadlocks, afros, mohawks, all that is just another way of dressing. I've never met a goth who wasn't charming, polite and articulate in that situation.

Speaking of tattoos - saw the best one the other day. You remember the old 'HATE" and "LOVE" on the fingers of the hands, right? This guy had "PICK" and "GRIN" on his. I laughed and laughed.

I would love to get a tattoo. The only thing that's stopping me is that I haven't found one yet that I want on my body permanently. Until then I play with henna, which isn't as dark, but at least it washes off eventually if I screw up a pattern.

About fifteen minutes after Freddie hit, the fire alarm at the YMCA went off. After a few minutes, we decided it was real, so headed downstairs - just in time for it to shut off. Fortunately I was able to finish my workout without any more trouble! So far no other weirdisms, but the night's still young.

Books and covers.

Many years ago, collecting for Leukaemia research in Glasgow. Me, not tall, Very Silly Hat, bright t-shirt, bucket of money, glasgow street corner. Out of the corner of my eye I notice this patch of black moving in my general direction. On closer inspection it turns out to be:

a) far away
b) a group of 5, 6foot+ heavily tattooed guys in black, wearing long leather jackets, sporting vast quantities of metalwork and studded boots weighing about as much as a small car
c) and the shadow they cast on their surroudings
d) moving towards, specifically, me. Quickly.

Erm. They arrived and stood in that kind of encircling way that groups do and paused (or maybe my perception of time slowed) The leader, was tallest, nose piercing, several in ears, covered in chains and studs and sporting a kind of mohican.

He puts his hand in his pocket and pulls out


a bundle of pound coins. "I really respect you for collecting for this cos you guys made a big difference to my nan, so thanks" Pours the coins into the bucket, as do the remainder of the group.

er, thanks. Sticker?

"Yeah" Then a huge smile, and they were gone.

WA:

I've been thinking about your analogy. It is perfect. There is a group of regulars that occupy a corner of the bar. They talk devotedly to each other. They have known each other a very long time, and they are very interested in each other, and each other's lives. They are very tolerant of each other's jokes. The casual passerby may or may not be greeted warmly. Mostly these folks are allowed in the bar and may be included in the conversations momentarily, but by and large are snubbed until they wander off to another country entirely.

Assuming we have the same definition of snub, I don't think we snub anyone. We welcome anyone until they prove themselves unwelcome, which usually takes quite a bit. Look at Oetzi, we put up with a lot from him but still tried to make him welcome. He hung around for quite sometime, even after we made it known he was not welcome.

Good night all.

for Kelli. Things have a funny habit of turning out for the best, even if you can't see how it possibly could.

Finally in for some cooler weather, nearer the seasonal norm.

What I was thinking Kelli was, if you had found out before you got pregnant, it might have made you put it off? Or at least be more stressed about it. And I reckon that would have been a shame. You're a resourceful person, so you'll find a way. Pants situation though.

Oh yes, and if the manic BINK BINK bird outside my window is the same as Ag's BINK BINK bird, it's definitely a blackbird. Gosh that's loud.

It's early 1978 and I'm working as a groom for a wealthy family whose daughter rides event horses. It's cold and raw and I'm mucking out boxes. That song is playing on the radio, along with Baker Street and Wear Your Heart on Your Sleeve.


It's early 1978 and we're newly married, in our first unheated flat in Glas Vegas. There's a smell of paraffin from the only source of heat we had - and we're scraping walls and painting woodwork. That song is playing on the radio, along with Baker Street and Wear Your Heart on Your Sleeve.



I find it 'neat' that Lil and I were in tandem to that particular soundtrack and would be interested to know what the rest of you were doing at the time.

And doesn't Breaking Glass have the most wonderful bassline?