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

Oh, it's 1000 times better than my RL right now. Sometimes life really sucks. But some of us will survive.

*tugs out of her pocket a Christmas Cactus and puts it on the window-sill, powders herself a nose and drops down her enormous vanity bag. lots of all kind of strange things roll on the floor - an empty bottle, 3 batteries, , a little rubber-duck, a cactus, a mirror, some things without any sense or reason, an apple, a lighter. The towel is hanging out of the bag. Hatifnat seems to be quite upset*

"May I respectfully remind you two that this is a BAR! I hear the coffee is great at the AROMA CAFE!"

Should we tell him about the Grappa we have put in our , Hatifnat?

Anyway, I'll continue my drift into the weekend with a couple of full size ing s. Does anyone still remember how to make them?

Like almost everyday, today's the birthday of some people who are worth a toast:

Jaco Pastorius (1951)
Bette Midler (1945)
Woody Allen (1935)

Seems strange that we have talked about Bette midler only a couple of days ago, anyway: to you all!

"Excuse my ignorance Jeremy but who is Jako Pastorious? I was also pleased to see that Bette Midler is older than I."

*whispers* Not aword about grappa! Can you imagine where that could lead?
Also I'm happy to announce that even this Pastorious-guy is younger than me, whoever he is.
for all of them (and us too)!

Jaco Pastorius, * 1 Dec 1951, + 21 Sep 1987, was the bassist of the famous jazzrock/fusion group "Wheater Report". He pushed bass playing beyond the limit of what was imaginable before.

Maybe he's not too known among non-bass-players, but he's definitely one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century.

Unfortunately he was beaten to death by a bouncer in front of a bar in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. He wanted to enter the club, the bouncer wouldn't let him, Jaco lost.

RIP

"Thanks for that Jeremy and excuse the spelling of his name."

RIP

Crowd of fine people I've never heard about. At least "Weather Report" sounds familiar to me.

Of course we still know how to make a : Put 4 cl white rum and 4 cl coconut liqueur into a high glass filled with crushed ice. Fill up with grapefruit juice. The very moment you want to serve (or drink) it, add a shot of Campari.

And I think I'll have one right now, thank you!

I read just a minute ago that Helmut Kohl got a yesterday. This is something I really like in politics. Sorry for politics, of course.

It takes quite a size of a to cover that face. Unfortunately it was just a little piece of pastry. What a waste !

Sometimes it would be better to eat the and throw only the plate. Isn't that how frisbee was found?

Pierce, just in case you are going to produce some s, please make some for me as well. It's weekend time! Yabbadabbadooh!

"No weekends for me until the New Year, but I wouldn't mind trying a myself if I may."

Weekends mean a lot of housework and 2 days offline. I'd better take a , if you don't mind.

Okay here goes:

According to The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers frisbee was a cat that was run over by a truck (and after that a helluvalot of other trucks and cars) in the Frisco-area. Some boys found it days later and started tossing it to each other.



PS: But I don't know if it's true...

"MMMMMMMM! Just what I need after lunch. Great lunch, half a grapefruit, a boiled egg, and a lump of red cheddar from the cold table followed by a medium rare steak and fries with dijon mustard to dip the bite size tender morsels of South African beef in."

"Cheers!"

It's a pity that you can't get a decent steak where I live. I wouldn't really matter if I hadn't been in Utah someof years ago. Not knowing too much about the eating habits in the US (it was my first visit in a steak house ever), we went in there and the following dialog happened: (W: waitress, I: Me)

W: "Good evening, my name is [enter name here], what can I do for you?"
I: "I think I'd like to eat a steak tonight, please"
W: "What kind of steak, sir? We have t-bone, sirloin, porterhouse, New York cut (?), ...."
I: "t-bone sounds good to me, I'll have that."
W: "What size would you like your steak, sir?"
I: "You got them in different sizes? Then I'll take the biggest one you have, please."
W: "Fine. That's the 24 oz. t-bone steak, then. You like it rare, medium rare, medium or well done?"
I: "Medium rare, please."
W: "With what kind of potatoes? Fried potatoes, hash browns, french fries, ...."
I: "Fried potatoes please."
W: "What kind of dressing for your salad, sir?"
I: " I beg your pardon?"
W: "We have Italian dressing, thousand islands, yogurt, lemon juice, ..."
I: "Ah, yes, italian dressing, please."
W: "Ok, now we have a 24 oz t-bone steak, medium rare, with fried potatoes, salad with italian dressing."

After a very similar interview with my wife she finally asked for the drinks. As we had been in the Arches NP all day long, walking around in the heat and sun for hours, we were both very thirsty. (Not the kind of water thirst, but the one to reward yourself with something more tasty, like a glass of beer or wine. Lucky us, it was one of those Utah restaurants which was allowed to serve alcohol with the food, and we had two pitchers of beer, which caused some of the other guests to throw some very strange looks towards us.

I really loved the way you are served in American restaurants (I've seen only a few, but I liked what I saw.)

Back here in Europe, esp. in Germany, you somteimes get the feeling that you are disturbing the restaurant's staff at their work. If you order a steak in Germany, you are lucky if you are asked about how you like to have it. (And even more lucky if you get it like this.)

I've never tried South African beef. Is it good, sultandude?

A good friend of mine is from South Africa. We were playing risk and she got pissed off at me for taking over her country. Hehe. Hey didja know that the T in the T-bone steak is actually part of a cow's thorasic vertabra? Just a tid bit of useless info for you.

Oh and Pierce, you're thinking of the infamous Sail Cat.
A friend of mine, not the one with whom I was playing Risk, was telling me about how his uncle threw a frisbee at some seagulls at the beach one day just to scare them, you know. He ended up actually completely decapitating one of them. Cool, eh?