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

Z - here's the scarab. I have carefully dipped it in TCP before handing it over as this sore throat is foul and you really don't need it. I really have totally lost my voice. I'm going 'Hhhhhhh hhhhhhh' at people on the phone and frightening them. *cough cough*

I thought the breaded animals were priceless, as was the idea of having to travel for offspring. Oh sweet. Poor little 'nanas.

*careful takes Sacrab off Agapanthus wipes it with a swab dipped in iodine and removes some rather fetching purple rubber gloves*

Thank You!

*safely stores it somewhere safe*

I love Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett too, Santra! The cool thing about the DVD of The Big Sleep is that it has *both* the 1946 theatrical version and the unreleased 1945 original cut of the film. Warner Bros. waited a year to release it because they had to reshoot some of Lauren Bacall's scenes--they thought she was a terrible actress and needed to recapture some of the coy insolence she displayed in To Have and Have Not in order for Sleep to be a big success. I have yet to watch the 1945 cut. I'm saving that for later in the week

Everyone put a . at the end of my last posting. Thank you.

Marv - TCP in Britain is also the brand name of a mild household disinfectant lotion, used for spots, grazes, sore throats and so on.

I should be doing the ironing. It's not like it's all going to iron itself just because I don't want to iron it.

I'll need Phil to back me on this one, but TCP in Brittain is also the overriding protocol for internet traffices.

Now that's saying something about the Atelier, that FG would want to make sure we know there's a period at the end of her post!

I do have a student who earned an A+, mind you. Her paper was frighteningly good...one comma (one comma, I tell you!) out of place. That was it. A thesis, transition sentences...I was humbled. Now, of course, I am trying to recruit her to the history department.

Ag, here's a nice box to keep your voice in until it returns. Honey and lemon juice always worked wonders for me. Add a little bourbon and hey! You won't care that you've lost your voice.

FG, I'm calling you. And you know it.

Well, I'd hate to have people think I don't know basic punctuation. I have a reputation to maintain.

I won't be in until after 8:30pm your time, MR. I was going to call you last night but I was too darn tired and wanted a bit of peace and quiet to myself.

To cure a cold, some say that you can take a bottle of brandy to bed, stare at a nail on the wall and drink until you can see two nails.

If you don't have a nail on the wall, simply drink brandy until you can see one...

Actually, the Danish pharmacies ran an ad in which they stated that the common cold usually lasts for a week if you just go to bed, drink plenty and let it run it's course. If, on the other hand, you treat it with all the various remedies that popular knowledge will know helps, it is likely to last seven days...

for Ag Loosing your voice is one of the most thing I know - as friends will testify...

*carefully s Agapanthus from a distance*

Paracetamol can make you feel a bit better if you have a temperature, Honey and Lemon makes your throad feel less sore. But other than that expensive cold cures don't make much of a difference.

I'm sorry you had to get ill after enduring such a horrific family occasion as well...

Kudos to FG of course..

[Ormy]

Re Aron Ralston - I saw a pile of hardback copies of his book yesterday - it's called 'Between a Rock and a Hard Place'

I didn't manage to resign today - our practice manager's off with the flu .

I had an 'interesting' day. Agency staff were in at the weekend and managed to break a piece of equipment in one surgery. So they moved in to my surgery and broke the same piece of equipment there - causing me severe annoyance, inconvenience and irritation. The engineer can't come out and fix it until Wednesday so tomorrow will be just as interesting as today. Harrumph.

Sorry - I feel so much better after that rant.

*wanders off to stare in delight and wonder at Atelier and calm down.

That was a very neat discreet little rant, Teuchter. My rants go on for paragraphs and paragraphs and run entirely out of commas.

Nope, I still haven't done the ironing. I am making the bed instead. Or, well, I have stripped the bed and thrown the clean sheets onto the mattress so I HAVE to make it now so I an get into it later, with a hot toddy and a hot water bottle and a book and (alas for S) a general attitude of bog off and leave me alone.

I shall now waltz out again, scattering s for those of you job hunting/leaving/wrestling/surviving.

You don't want to hear about my day so far.

Hyp (seriously considering matricide)

*wanders through muttering*

Six days, just six days...

It's looking like I'm flying out on Thursday instead of Friday. Still waiting for my travel arrangements.

Go on. Tell us, Hyp. Only if you want to, of course. Teuchter's rant was way too short by Atelier standards.

Hyp, sit down on Dr Teuchter's couch - and have a jolly good rant. It'll do you good!

I have often considered matricide - usually about three days into a visit from said person, whom I do actually love dearly but can only handle in small doses.

I stopped phoning mine for a few weeks, she'd pi**ed me off so much - and then thought to myself, don't be so daft - she can't help it and if by any chance she popped her clogs when I was being stand-offish I'd feel like sh*t for the rest of my days. So I phoned her yesterday.

She's got a new job! She's joined the ranks of those well meaning but bewildered old dearies in the charity shop who doesn't understand how the till works and keeps bu**ering it up .

Marv - sending you heaps of Good Vibes.

I have an interview tomorrow, it will more than likely be for practice (though the company will not know that). It will all depend on what positions they have available.