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

I just had a lovely time hanging out with a bunch of middle-school teachers, talking about the Crusades (in 7th grade, they do medieval history).

Great fun, and they were all so engaged. Man, if I could get HALF that energy out of my students, I'd be doing well!

Like Hyp, most of my college exams were essay types, except for psychology. Those were multiple choice and essay. The multiple choice questions always ended with E. All of the above and F. None of the above...........professor had a sense of humor.
He was also fond of putting in a T/F question that said "On page 234 in your text book, the author states.........." and then there would be a quotation from somewhere in the book.

We're hanging *sigh* (no, I don't know how paper sighs, either) Probably be at least a week, though. I'm glad we're not having Faith's birthday party at home--I just hope that the move isn't going to happen during our anniversary trip

Good grief, Amy. You've had quite a time lately.

[MTG{KEA}Busy as hell and glad to be]

Hanging's the worst



















Tarring and feathering, on the other hand




I hope it gets sorted soon, Amy. It sounds like Stockport Council

MR - students aren't supposed to be engaged! What heresy are you suggesting? You'll be telling me next they choose to do subjects they're good at and interested in.

for Tartaronne.
for Wilma.

Amy, it was Moving Day, really. They Moved the Moving Date. The bar-stewards.

I think what may well be needed in this 'ere Salon, is a very large jug of cocoa with rum. And if there are no takers and I end up drinking it all meself, just roll me under the coffee table when I fall down.

Again, I carried thirteen boxes of journals upstairs, and again, every male in the building spontaneously evaporated as soon as the journal boxes arrived, including the one who offered to give me hand in the first place. Torn between going 'hah' loudly and often and showing everyone my ginormous biceps, and throwing myself onto the carpet whimpering 'I'm ill, I'm ill.' Not really an option. Pride, you see.

*Puts on best 'the privacy of my innards is sacred' face and marches into the kitchen*

[GDZ]

Thanks everyone, for the commiseration. However that's spelled

I'll be glad to help you drink cocoa with rum, Ag. I take it you don't have an elevator at work. Aren't the people who deliver the boxes supposed to put them where you need them?

We closed today on the apartment builing across the street from the library. Brickhenge is no more. The bids for demolition are already coming in.

Conga line, anyone?

Brickhengers are gone...kick....brickhengers are gone...kick

Da na na na na NA NA *kick* Brickhengers gone! *kick*

Hyp - we do have a lift. It broke. I know who broke it. Magically disappearing helpful man. If person A is using lift and person B starts pressing buttons on another floor at the same time, the lift jams. You can hear if the lift is moving, so we all know when not to press the buttons. Well, we NEARLY all know this. Harrumph. It is an old and stupid lift. As for my colleague, well, every work-place has one.

The lift is locked to prevent students using it to access our offices (there is a shiny new lift the other side of the library for their comfort and convenience - our lift is the service lift for getting trolleys about and such). So we can't, apparantly, give the delivery guys keys so they can get up to our offices with boxes. By the time someone has found a lift-key, a fire-door key, a staff pass-card, and me, they've lost the delivery men, so now they just leave the stuff one floor down and I trundle it to the lift myself. Unless some utter dingbat has fried its microscopic brain because he can't be bothered to take one flight of stairs.

*Makes huge and visible effort to control temper*

I for one am going to miss hearing about Brickhenge this summer. It became an annual ritual, like going fishing, rafting the river, picking berries, hiking in the woods, and hearing about the nutters across the street with their Mini Me Henge.

FG, I suppose you'll have to settle for stories about assorted local nutters instead of specific local nutterss. To the best of my knowledge no one else has constructed a henge, but one can always hope.

Ag, I must be a heretic...I like history, and I'm good at it.

I'm glad that tomorrow is a discussion day...they are *required* to participate if they want a decent grade...

There's a program just beginning on the Biography Channel about Billy filmed partly at the Lincoln County Courthouse.

Good night all.

[RNick - home again, but for how long this time?]

MR - we can be heretics together. I took my reading list into work yesterday and had half-a-dozen colleagues telling me how boring it all looked. *sigh*

What, oh WHAT is going on with the weather? It is pouring with rain. It has rained nearly every day for a month. Apparantly, the Met office thinks it will rain for another month. We haven't flooded here, but there have been horrible floods further north - apparantly caused by the drainage in towns being completely unable to cope with all the rain. We have had to keep the dehumidifier going, usually only necessary in winter, to stop our laundry going mouldy. The temperature never gets above 20 C - it's usually about 16 or 17 C. Last summer, it DIDN'T rain for months, it was 30-odd C, and all the lawns and parks in Nodnol went beige. Now we seem to be living in an underwater world of green lushness, spattered with decaying flower-petals from the gardens battered by more rain.

And we still have a hose-pipe ban. Oh, the irony. Mind you, anyone watering their gardens in this would be certifiably insane.

Morning All

I think what's going on with the weather is that the Azores High isn't there, hence all these Atlantic low pressure areas are hitting us rather than being deflected further North. It happend a few years ago if I remember correctly.

I was going make an ironic comment about everything being alright in the Middle East now that Tony Blair is the Peace Envoy but one, I hope to Bob he does succeed and two with his chutzpah he might just make a difference.

for Lentilla - and another for Amy - and one for Ag too - and another for Wilma - and a spare one for anyone else who needs it.

My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth this morning, on account of a severe garlic overdose last night. At the time it just seemed lovely but I'm regretting it now. Will have to breathe very carefully today so I don't cause fainting amongst the crowds.

No2 and I are off into nodnoL this morning. There's a small cloud of trepidation hanging over us (nothing to do with the garlic miasma), having just heard that they've found a car-bomb in the west end.
these people. We're going anyway. I have a date with Andrew Barton and am not missing it.

Yaay for the end of the Brickhenge.