I died once from melting and it was no fun at all
If we needed any evidence at all that the Cosmic Wossnames are actually vaguely Cthulhoid entities prone to either nasty mockery or blind indifference, I could demonstrate it from my experience of January every year. Thusly:
Meep. However, the subject line is, as usual lately, from Goats. Read Goats. It prevents your ice-cream from melting. (It also drives you crazy when you read the entire archive and arrive at the end to discover that it stops, mid-plot, in 2010. However, I have forgiven it).
- I'm running orientation and registration simultaneously while fighting off admissions and curriculum queries from new students, returning students, excluded students, late-applying students (hopeless this year, we're well over capacity), random students, plaintive students, and the parents, friends, well-wishers, dogs and aunts of all of the above. (Especially the aunts. Aunts of students are demonstrably even more crazy than the parents). I'm, in effect, doing three people's jobs.
- By inscrutable cosmic wossname, a whole bunch of dearly beloved friends have birthday in January, necessitating participation in shindigs and jamborees of all descriptions.
- January is the month chosen by my Cherished Institution to deploy their own Army of Deconstruction for wide-ranging building tasks. I can't leave my office window open for air at the moment because of the nice man with the jackhammer on the scaffolding just outside it. And,
- We have heatwaves. This week has been infernal, brain-melting, incandescent hell.
Meep. However, the subject line is, as usual lately, from Goats. Read Goats. It prevents your ice-cream from melting. (It also drives you crazy when you read the entire archive and arrive at the end to discover that it stops, mid-plot, in 2010. However, I have forgiven it).
infernal, brain-melting, incandescent hell
I am trying to make sure that the chickens do not get too hot; at least we situated the coop in the coolest part of the garden.
On that note, as my chickens lay enthusiastically I am considering an MMO-style barter system, as I would occasionally welcome any other surplus garden produce in exchange for some eggs.
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We eat a lot of poached eggs on toast for supper :P.
What you need to do is find someone with a cow so you can trade milk for eggs.
ps: Also yes to the sinusitis and antihistamines :(
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fried rice
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August tidings
Where will you be?
XXiii
(not logged in - I'm supposed to be working. Dashing this off whilst trying to prepare a lecture at the same time as some builders take their heaviest power-tools for a test-drive about 10m from where I'm sitting.)
Where will you be?
XXiii
(I'm supposed to be working. Instead I'm taking a break from preparing a 3-hour lecture-cum-seminar lecture whilst some builders take their heaviest power-tools for a test-drive, about 10m from where I'm sitting.)