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

It's an odd feeling. I don't really *do* boredom much. I always have something to do, something to plan, or, even when there is the lack of anything much to do, it doesn't really give me a feeling of boredom. I just chill out and relax.

But at the minute I just can't think of anything to do. or at least, anything I feel like doing.

ditto! or ... anything I can muster energy for! - fajiling all else... I'm going to have a bath! inspiration may then strike!

Come over to my place. I've got dandelions you can eradicate.

Or my brother-in-law can give you some farm work to do.

Stop and smell the roses. If there are roses blooming in your part of the world, you can literally smell them. If not, you can do it figuratively.

I was out this morning checking to see how many potted plants survived the Winter outside. My benchmark for survival was whetehr they were sending up new growth or not. The results:

4 Coreopsis survived
5 Chrysanthemums definitely survived.
3 Chrysanthemums are doing a *little* bit, but it's too soon to be sure.

I love the smell of Spring air. I even like the smell of rich soil.

I have ten planters [some round, some long and thin] full of seedlings. This afternoon is so nice that I've put them all outside in the sunlight. I'd rather that they stay outside all the time, but the experts recommend putting them out for two or three hours per day until they become "hardened."

Well, at some point I have to go out and buy mushrooms. But that's not mind-blowingly exciting. They aren't that kind of mushrooms.

And I've got a stack of union paperwork as thick as a phone book to work through, but I demolished most of that yesterday and don't fancy it.

Or I could do some much-needed tidying up, but stuff that.

Even the news as is boring as all - they cancelled the Northern Ireland news - actually scrapped it altogether - to give extended coverage of the royal birth.

I might do a bit of election canvassing if the rain stops, just for the crack.

There was a royal birth?

(I never follow the news. If it happened later than the last century, I probably don't know about it.)

Boy, girl, or corgie?

I don't know.... but I've had to deny it is mine, already, several times on twitter..... as yet I've resisted calls for a paternity test... and I only know it occured, having seen other people moaning about the coerage of it, on twitter - are we all assumign the new child was human?; surely that rules out my pternity..... or maternity... of it

Girl, so I'm told. My objection isn't even my republicanism, it's that it's live coverage of literally nothing happening. There's a cordoned off street, full of cops and journalists, all saying to each other "Oh! And it looks like someone may be about to leave the building! Oh, no, my mistake, as you were..."

I find it a tad disconcerting when the national media fixates on the goings-on of anyone's uterus.

A bit of farm work I'd gladly do, actually. I went on a course once to learn about all the different regional styles and techniques of dry stone wall building in Britain and Ireland. It was actually much more interesting than it sounds!

ahh... you see that does sound interesting to me!; the dry stone wall stuff I mean... of course

Well. I just mustered up teh energy, and cleaned the bath, and round it.... so I can bath later.... then I went on an intrepid quest, into my big box of Lush products selected a carguines (sp? err... not htat way spelt I knwo that much), clouldren err ouldren.... bath melt....

then did an epic sniff test ..... on a whole bunch of bombs so close! and there;s the really cute heart shaped one, with rose in it! and rose absolute in it... but... actual roses in it! so tempted... but one of the others... just smelt so.... relaxing... so I chose that one
so laid out the products and ... accruitments I need for bathing later.... phoned my Dad and spoke to him a while.... and.... now I think I'll go do russian roulette with teh piles of drugs on the kitchen/dinning table and find some food.... - its all funa and games here today... so exciting hmm.... actually... think I'll carefully examine the drugs before I take them.... there is some sembelence of order afterall if I do it right hmmm.... tempted to just take one of each though... and see what happens.... I'm that* boared

You know, I'll bet it was.

Yes. Instead of watching the front door on TV, all those people should just send little packets of baby things. Like booties, foolers, etc.

That's what my mom always did when someone had a new baby. She crocheted the booties and baby clothes herself. I'm sure she'd have been glad to make one for the Royal Family, if anybody had asked...

I've got a few projects (running concurrently, of course) that are taking back seats to a temporary online job you could help with! You don't strike me as the "You're doing it all wrong, but if I must do it your way, I will" or "Wouldn't it be much better if you..." type of helper. (I don't mind advice if I've asked for it, but unsolicited advice when I've worked everything out? Or, worse yet, advice that's actually pretty good, but would require starting all over when the project is 80% finished already...) My father-in-law keeps offering, but, er... (Tom helps if and how I ask--I just don't ask often, because he's so darn busy anyway.)

Somebody could come over and help us with the electricals in the 105-year-old house.

I've just moved all the lamps around, and told Elektra it isn't her table lamp, it's the switch someway, and I'm clueless.

Oh, and I managed to get shocked...

Electrical work scares me

Then again, when I converted the not-a-greenhouse into a chicken coop a couple years ago (including replacing most of the north wall--the boards were rotting) I did all the cutting with a hand saw, because I was scared of the circular saw (partly because I thought it was heavier than it is) and now I use it all the time

me! let me do it! what could possibly go wrong!
hmm. thinks.... lack of cordination..... loss of finger sensativity... the fact I can't see and don't know anything about electrics.... pah... it'll be fine!

That says it all, doesn't it?

h2g2...where East meets West in a show of collective ineptitude...

I forgot to mention.... for obvious reasons... - I've sod all concentration, coordination or.... err..... thinking ability right now either... but... that's seemingly no impediment to my injurying myself in strange and unusual ways, at home, attempting tasks entirely beyond and above both my expertise and current state of health... or lack thereof anyhow... not electricuted s myself... since... oo... about last week soemtime

How can anyone be bored?

Life is one endless whirl of strange mishaps.

Oh, and Amy: how are your chickens doing?

Amy, what was the online job I could help with? Not that I necessarily will, but I'm curious now!
As for electricity...I'm convinced that American electricity is different. It's...malevolent. When I lived over there, it spent all its time trying to injure me. And then when I became more cautious it still didn't give up - it started sending lightning bolts at me. American electricity just does not like me.