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

You're too good at the job, y'see Kerr - tone it down a bit and join me in the happy realms of mediochraty where no one will bother you

Mmm. Next year I'm going to take my entire leave allowance in one block. See how the gits like that.

I like it

You're tempted though, I can tell

Kelli - I adore George Eliot BUT could only seriously recommend Middlemarch or Daniel Deronda. even I found the others a little tedious from time to time.

Jane Austen is marvellous. Any Austen at all as they are all excellent.

Now will you give me back my biros?

I felt quite well yesterday. I did 50mins intense exercise, and I felt fantastic at the time, but clearly should not have got back on the trainer so soon after having a fever and cough as they've come back and now my sinuses feel enormous and unpleasant. Ow ow ow.

In the words of a well-know (in DK at least) Danish actress/comedian: Alcohol has saved many people from exercise

[Hyp]

*s Ben* and gives her a vat of Honey and Lemon in a large elephant shaped mug.

Ds if people are annoying there's always the New User trick, get a new account, let people know who you are now via e mail.

My pen problem is exacapated because I'm rather vocal about why s shouldn't take drug rep pens, so it's slighlty embarassing when I have lost all my pens and have to resort to taking the GlaxoBiro*. I've been having to accept drug rep meals at the moment as well, because I can't afford to eat lunch otherwise.

I have brought a new fountain pen, and recieved a free lunch, torch pen, and book in exchange for renewing my indeminity insurance for next year, so a highly successful lunch hour.
*like the kings Shilling

I willingly accept gifts from annoying company reps. Then don't buy anything from them. If anyone ever needs a caclulator, give me a shout. That seems to be the freebie of choice at the minute, and my drawer is getting full of 'em.

Our call center director has been bringing in different companies for us to interview with so that we all have jobs when we get laid off here. I interview today with a couple of different companies. I hate nooses, I mean ties.

What sort of jobs are these companies offering GDZ? Is it similar to the stuff you're doing at the moment?

The weather although grey and dreary this morning seems to have turned to horrible rain. I'd rather it was grey and dreary than wet and dark (still it might clear up for the walk to the train station, as if!)

“And to lower … the tone, my knickers keep vanishing as well.”—Agapanthus (the delicate blue lily-like multi-stemmed flower)

Does this happen in the midst of actually ~wearing~ them?! One might find it a bit drafty if—suddenly—one’s unmentionables became insubstantial in a pub ic setting…

Perhaps it would seem unexpectedly refreshing, though, after regularly being cooped up and bound up and subject to wedging. Somewhere along the years, someone talked to me about ‘placement’ of personal parts, and how different clothing styles either lend themselves to comfort or can cause a certain amount of dis-dress. For us gentlemen, there was always the decision between boxers or briefs, tight jeans or baggy pleats. And there was the daily (sometimes hourly) determination of whether to ‘part to the left or part to the right.’

This whole train of thought reminded of an instance while I was assigned in Germany, visiting in the vicinity of our HQ. Accommodations for the evening were at a posh hotel with a pool downstairs on the ‘basement’ level. I went for a late-evening swim and, upon surveying the surroundings, noted a sign that permitted ‘nude bathing.’ The last time I’d done ~that~ was in my teen years, at night, just off our campsite at a bend in the bayou [Southern word for stream]. Or was it in Florida, late in the evening, in the back bay of Ft Walton, with my girlfriend, tying off our swimsuits to a buoy about a hundred feet from the beach? Anyway, in Deutschland it’s not such a big deal to see folks ‘in the buff’ at the local pools. With some hesitancy, I slipped off my trunks and entered the water, even though there weren’t any other hotel guests there at the time. It was deliciously invigorating to swim without the extra resistance of clothing, although it took a few moments to get used to the difference in swimming style. Bashful me had to regroup when several other folks came down to enjoy the facility, too. I discreetly hauled myself out of the water, wrapped a towel around my waist [the HHGG is right about the myriad uses of this marvelous piece of cloth], and made my way back to my room. Riding the elevator wearing a quasi-kilt-like thing was kinda intriguing, too!

The Island of Lost Pens:
I’m just gonna hafta buy another mechanical pencil. And I suppose be pleasantly surprised to find the original showing up as soon as I take the new one out of the package. As a side-note to both this topic and the one above, my wife and I have a standing joke going. Since I like to write [not prolifically, but on a frequent enough basis], and I love to please her with some of those poetic verses, we jest that “my pen is ready.”

B4ipenanotherromancenovel

Trollope! Excellent recommendation, and there's so MUCH of him, all of it entertaining tales of nineteenth century politics and the society of manners.

My favorite Pratchetts are Small Gods and Pyramids.

OK, Amy hasn't shown up yet today. I hope she's OK.

Ah-ah-a-a-a-AH-TISH-OOOOOooooooooooooooooo.............

Bless you dear.

"Does this happen in the midst of actually ~wearing~ them?! One might find it a bit drafty if—suddenly—one’s unmentionables became insubstantial in a pub ic setting…"

What an interesting typo...

*suspects that was no typo*

A and a kleenex to everyone that needs it.

Oh, and all the free pens I have come from hotels and motels across Montana trying to promote their properties to me. It makes me look like I've been around the block quite a bit and stole some hotel paraphenalia in the process.

Ah, I'm so easy to figure out...

B4igiveitallaway

Oy vey. Boringly enough my unmentionables, which we do seem to be mentioning quite thoroughly for unmentionables, disappear from the undie drawer and not whilst performing their duty as it were.

*cough cough*

I empathise with B. I actually forced myself to go and get some things for dinner from the supermarket (why? What's wrong with takeaway you daft cow?) and having wobbled there and wobbled back on jelly-legs, am coming to the conclusion that I am a prize idiot and I must get my slippers back on and STOP DOING THINGS. Coughed so much in Waitrose that a little girl said loudly 'Mummy, that lady's gone all purple.' I think I'm allergic to tinsel and gift-sets.

A little worried about our beloved Ant, bless her little feelers.

I think I am turning into a bloke, actually, Ag.

We all know that when women get colds they get on with it more or less regardless, and that when men get the least little cold, they think that they are *dying*, when in fact all they have to do is slow down a bit, drink plenty of fluids and Shut The Up.

Well, I definitely coming down on the wingey side of the sex-divide on this one. Odd, after years of feminine stoicism.

B