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

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The peculiar moral code that Chirgurh used was, in its own way, consistent. There seemed to be a trait that persuaded him, regardless of his actions, he must keep his word. Not sure why the shopkeeper, and later Carla Jean, were confronted by the toss a coin challenge, unless it was to see whether they would try to cheat him if they lost.

I take your point that the implication is that Chirgurh got the money; that's because he'd assumed that Llewelyn had used the same hiding place again for the money - but I'm not sure that would have been the case. So he'd certainly checked the ventilation shaft; either it wasn't there, or so well hidden that it's still there! Agree, the carnage that the sheriff found had all the hallmarks of Chirgurh on it, and that's why he thought the hit man probably was on the other side of the motel door although the room seems to have been empty (I take it as a given that one would have killed the other, had they both been there).

The hitman seemed to have abandoned everything when, injured, he abandoned the car. That suggests that the money wasn't in the car, doesn't it?

Still trying to remember the watcher in the snow story. I thought it might have been on the Christy Moore boxed set, but now I think it was Sean Tyrell on a Davy Spillane album. Needless to say, I haven't got past the pondering phase yet

Right, off to watch the polite verbal mugging that is Downton Abbey ... said to glitz that I am disbelieving of all the oil lamps (bar one, iirc) having beehive shades - you'd expect at least some of them to have the far more usual globe shades. Still, it does explain why I haven't been able to find a beehive shade on eBay for quite some time now

Here we go, it's a poem by Charles Dawson Shanly called Walker of the Snow, here (you need to search for the text, it's not right at the top):

http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=3113#14974

Sean Tyrell, on the album Shadow Hunter:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=se1kesJ8LEg

I'm going to do the same.



I had assumed that the killing of Carla Jean (he checked his boots when exiting, and had carefully lifted his boots out of the way of Well's blood earlier) and the car crash were events that took place a while later.

I've just looked at the wiki to see if I'd missed any really obvious things and they agree with you about Chirgurh not really being in the motel room.

Cheers!

Lawdy, but I will have to watch it again ... keep an eye out for the shades on the oil lamps

Is there a continuity error to spot?

G'night!

No continuity error that I know of, it just seems odd that all the oil lamp shades - in more than one property, too - are beehive. The exception is the cranberry tulip shade in D2's bedroom; that particular tulip style is well known but not with an undulating frill - I've only ever seen modern versions on ebay, being offered by a seller in Hamburg.

Tis an odd thing to be fixated about innit

G'nite!

'tis rather...

But a transient fixation, currently indulged for less than an hour a week and usually less frequently than that.

In addition to which, I did check on eBay again. There's a solitary blue beehive ... soft light coming through either blue or green glass is imo cold and gloomy, not to my taste, ho hum.

There, that's this week's fixation up to quota

I've just realised how, by changing 'evoked' to 'invoked', a sense of the spiritual or mystical acquires an anthropomorphic quality via magical thinking (bit stuck for the right words, but I could hone this for days and still not be happy with it).

This amused me:

"apparently, evoke and provoke are synonymous while invoke carries a slightly different meaning."

So ... the same but different

http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/100222

The effect of music, I suppose, is not so much what the listener hears as the emotional response it evokes.

Yes, in terms of nuance I see 'provoke' as sometimes more deliberate and you might be more likely to say 'I was provoked M'lud' than 'evoked'. You can invoke a law where you wouldn't say the other two. I think they all share the root 'vox' but I'm not very good at this word malarkey really.

I suppose you might try to evoke the idea that you were provoked, in the hope of invoking the judge's kinder side

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Just been on the phone again to Frau Swiss; they arrived in town this afternoon. I'd had a long telcon with Herr Swiss last Thursday evening: the hospital didn't expect his stepfather to last the night, and he didn't.

They go back on Friday, but I won't know until tomorrow - afternoon tea, as usual - what date has been set for the funeral.

Reality check: another early night needed.

Apart from it being cold, I've drifted into a melancholy and reflective mood with the news of this death. He was a kind man, a happy man and he'll be missed by his family and friends.

The consolation is that he's not in pain anymore. He bore it bravely, but the last couple of years can't have been much fun for him. May the belief that he rests in peace console his family through the dark days ahead.

G'nite!

Sorry to hear this.

G'night.

Oh and oops, there's a little friction.

Now I am out to lunch tomorrow with Herr and Frau Swiss, plus the newly widowed. It's not going to shake the world but I can see that this will irk bereaved son, who has not liked me these past 30 years.

I was, apparently, referred to as That Woman by the English family until it happened once too often for Frau Swiss'liking. She made the pointed comment that 'She's our friend and I would prefer it if you remembered that in future'. Since when, I have been referred to as Your Friend, in their hearing at least (happily for me, late stepfather thought the world of his DiL).

Dread to think what has been said about me in their absence - not a lot, I imagine; not much of it good, I fear.

Oops no ... (kk hastily quaffs Psi's wine first, then her own) it's a sensible day innit

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No mash today, Imnexdoor is away.

Ah ... hic ... you cudda shed earlier ... hic

No time, this time, to get the right chocs for me btw, I have Sprungli Truffes du Jour (bought at the airport) ... and they're all, all for me as at least some have ingredients which are not to your liking ... ah gwan then, they're freshly made, won't keep and a cyber treat won't hurt

Hic ... I'll have one/some tomorrow ... maybe

G'nite!

G'night!