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

I can buy Inca Kola in my local supermarket. One of my daughter's best friends is from Peru and introduced her to it.

I was thinking "Just say 'No'" as a pun on Nancy Reagan, Coke(the drink) vs. coke (the drug) and the fact that Coke has some pretty shady (read: violent) practices in South America in particular, but also parts of Asia and the rest of the world.

I'm sure "Just say No" has been used a variety times for a variety of reasons, with tongue both in and out of cheek. I was just adding my idea to the pile

As far as sending the little ones with the caveman, it's your call, though I was originally thinking you could go *with* him on this vacation. But I'm better at present ideas than relationship advice.

sorry irv

*turns stick around and grasps the other end*

As penance for my ness, here are a couple of links that may find you with one of those bumper stickers you're after

http://www.bumperactive.com/uploadSticker.jsp
http://simplythebest.net/fonts/fonts/loki_cola.html

Enjoy

Wilma, every woman needs a weekend a year away from her responsibilities -- at least a weekend. I'd take a week, actually.

I have my database back!!!!!! A team of extremely dedicated geeks in West Virginia pulled an all nighter and pulled bits and pieces from heaven knows where and managed to reconstruct it. The only things totally gone forever are a measly 35 patron records.

And I just got a new backup drive through airborn express from Dell. They can get things to you pretty fast when they have to. I'm always so careful to back everything up. It approaches a religious ritual. That's why I couldn't believe the data was gone. Stupid backup wasn't behaving properly and I didn't know it. So my final tapes were compromised...bits missing all over the place.

Right. I know that isn't technical, but then neither am I. I can't explain what really did happen beyond that. Oh, after the power came back up, the backup refused to eject the tape. So, it was ailing and the storm finished it off.

All's well that ends well. But tech support scared the out of me yesterday when they told me my database was toast.

That's great news, Hyp. Now you need to include some sort of periodic backup verification into your backup routine.

Yay for West Virginia s

I'm glad it all turned out well and you're not frozen, Hyp.

Hyp, that's great news!!!

Glad the database is back!

Wonderful! That calls for a pre-Christmas Christmas drink

Mulled anyone?

I'm so glad Hyp is safe, and her family is safe, and the data is safe! Oh, Lor', the horrible clutch of sympathetic AAARRRGGGH I felt when I read that the data was toast.


>>>They'll have to return Ag in two weeks, or they'll pay a fine>>>

As you can see, the Guild has returned me in time for the Christmas holidays, on condition that I wear my hair in a bun and shush people in bookshops. Coursework all done, brain completely fried, new bunch or deadlines lining up in a deadly manner in January, *whimper*. Bring on the mulled cider.

Good to know the Guild set you free, Ag. Hooray for winter holidays, Christmas and otherwise!

Yay to that Hyp. I didn't think it could have just vanished into the aether.

I've also got to finish Christmas shopping. Trouble is I spend ages looking and only find one thing for one person. And I'm a bit worried that the book earmarked for my little sister won't appeal to her as much as to me.

[fg]

Oooh, I'll take a mulled wine ta!

Saw Santa today (he was great - looking in good shape for his busy season)

And then packed lots of warm clothing for a weekend in Scotland - we fly to Edinburgh early tomorrow morning, do some shopping in the capital before heading further north to a bikers' Christmas do.

We have to bring a Secret Santa present: Dai purloined one of my remaining George Best fivers, packed it with a condom and called it "Johnny Cash".

[RNick]

*not hearing 'A Boy Named Sue', in a Chinese restaurant, near Dublin*

I want mulled wine. I have been wineless for months and months due to this drated yeast problem.

Nick, is the 'A Boy Named Sue' you aren't hearing sung by the Chinese waiters? For some reason I can easily imagine Johnny Cash in Dublin ordering cashew chicken and crab rangoon. I wish I couldn't, but I can.

*sneaks in and sits in the corner*

Haunting again, j'au-æmne?