Quiet in here, innit?

Is it cool, yet?
'm not coming out until it's cool again.

Cadbury. (If you need me, I'm in the icehouse)
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In <42F52EE9.4EA3.DeleteThis@do.not.spam.the.moose>, Cadbury Moose wrote:
>Is it cool, yet?
>'m not coming out until it's cool again.
>
>Cadbury. (If you need me, I'm in the icehouse)

Hey, we don't exactly *need* you, we just like to have you around,
y'know? One doesn't have to *need* someone to be glad they're there.

As for it being cooler, I just had to go and get a rugby shirt and some
socks and put them on, because the wind blowing in from the garden is
chilly enough for me to have begun to shiver.

May I buy you a drink?

Beetle
--
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<anon2765 DeleteThis @firedrake.org> wrote:

> In <42F52EE9.4EA3 DeleteThis @do.not.spam.the.moose>, Cadbury Moose wrote:
> >Is it cool, yet?
> >'m not coming out until it's cool again.
> >
> >Cadbury. (If you need me, I'm in the icehouse)
>
> Hey, we don't exactly *need* you, we just like to have you around,
> y'know? One doesn't have to *need* someone to be glad they're there.
>
> As for it being cooler, I just had to go and get a rugby shirt and some
> socks and put them on, because the wind blowing in from the garden is
> chilly enough for me to have begun to shiver.

Lucky you. Here it is hot-really hot-105 F with 98% humidity hot. I am
waiting it out inside in the air conditioning, waiting for fall to
arrive (and I don't mean the early fall when it is still over 75 F). I
would love to need to put on socks for warmth. There is a limit to what
I am willing to remove in the pursuit of coolness y'see, although if I
had an indoor swimming pool with privacy walls...anyway...

> May I buy you a drink?

Make it anything with ice in. I've been freezing grape juice, and then
eating it as popsicles. Yum.

Elizabeth
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In <20050806223733.0765057823891802.TakeThisOut@woodlice.net>, The Woodlice wrote:
>In article <1h0vfyf.gwb1j9xaqzuqN.TakeThisOut@ip154.sns.du.radix.net>,
>Elizabeth (Anakin) Fusina <fusina.TakeThisOut@radix.net> wrote:
>>Is everyone busy with living?

Or at the very least with being undead? (Roughly my present state.)

>i think mostly we're busy with this rather nice stack of rotting timber
>the firedrake just dumped onto the woodpile. aged just right and rained
>on to perfection. yum.

That would be the heap of stuff he's had sitting outside the front of
the cave getting in the way of the dustbins for the past year or two,
I'd guess. I'm glad he finally figured out the best way to get rid of
it -- trying to outstubborn the council dustmen about what they will and
won't collect is utterly futile.

>>I've heard that a certain six legged
>>insectoid has some interesting things to say about builders,
>she's rude enough about us and we were just trying to get rid of the
>rotten wood. it's not our fault someone painted rot onto the wood that
>was holding up her spare bedroom.

That wasn't building; that was *un*building.

The builders are the ones next door. The house next door is having done
to it all at once all the work ours has needed spread out over the past
twenty-five years. The roof, the foundations (what foundations?
Seventeen inches of sundried brick isn't foundations for a three-storey
house, it's a sick joke), the rotted timber, the wiring, the plumbing,
the drains, you name it they have been doing it, since Easter.

Did I mention that this house is the one attached to one side of mine?

That my bedroom has a wall about two bricks thick between me and the
builders?

yeah right and there is a clause in the "party wall agreement" their
surveyor drew up and signed and sent to us, saying "no noisy works shall
be carried out before 9 am or after 5 pm, and no work at all at weekends
or on any bank holiday".

These guys are firmly convinced that it is possible to use a lump hammer
quietly.

At eight o'clock on Sunday mornings, any time after seven any other
day of the week.

I am seriously sleep-deprived, and in fact seem to be suffering from
depression, to the point at which I find that I am sitting weeping on
the edge of the bath because I can't get the plug into the plug-hole
properly. This may sound daft, because why not go to bed earlier?
Well, the students next door on the other side just love the fine
weather, and they love to party, and they have barbecues at, ooh, say
three am (I am serious, they really did start to have a barbie at three
one morning). They don't have the builders hammering their wall, you
see, they have our house in the way... so they shout the secrets of
their lives to one another from one end of their garden to the other,
and from the windows on the top floor to their friends below, from when
the first of them gets back from the pub until when the last of them
gets back from the club....

aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.

Which is why I have run away to sea.

Beetle
--
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Selling atonal apples, and amplified heat, and Pressed Rat's
collection of dog-legs and feet. Coffee mornings a speciality.
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<anon2765 RemoveThis @firedrake.org> wrote:

> The builders are the ones next door. The house next door is having done
> to it all at once all the work ours has needed spread out over the past
> twenty-five years. The roof, the foundations (what foundations?
> Seventeen inches of sundried brick isn't foundations for a three-storey
> house, it's a sick joke), the rotted timber, the wiring, the plumbing,
> the drains, you name it they have been doing it, since Easter.
>
> Did I mention that this house is the one attached to one side of mine?

Eep.

> That my bedroom has a wall about two bricks thick between me and the
> builders?

Double Eep!

> yeah right and there is a clause in the "party wall agreement" their
> surveyor drew up and signed and sent to us, saying "no noisy works shall
> be carried out before 9 am or after 5 pm, and no work at all at weekends
> or on any bank holiday".
>
> These guys are firmly convinced that it is possible to use a lump hammer
> quietly.

Mmm, I think that may just be a guy thing.

> At eight o'clock on Sunday mornings, any time after seven any other
> day of the week.

According to my sister, they can't count, so that may go toward
explaining the time problems.

> I am seriously sleep-deprived, and in fact seem to be suffering from
> depression, to the point at which I find that I am sitting weeping on
> the edge of the bath because I can't get the plug into the plug-hole
> properly. This may sound daft, because why not go to bed earlier?
> Well, the students next door on the other side just love the fine
> weather, and they love to party, and they have barbecues at, ooh, say
> three am (I am serious, they really did start to have a barbie at three
> one morning). They don't have the builders hammering their wall, you
> see, they have our house in the way... so they shout the secrets of
> their lives to one another from one end of their garden to the other,
> and from the windows on the top floor to their friends below, from when
> the first of them gets back from the pub until when the last of them
> gets back from the club....

I think I shan't introduce them to my horrid neighbors then (there is a
house, two yards, and a street between their house and mine, and they
have parties where they play music loud enough that I can hear it, in my
house, with all my windows closed, louder than I am playing the music I
am listening to on my stereo), unless it means they will all run away
together and have their barbecues at ridiculous hours elsewhere.
Thankfully, at 10PM (this would be two hours after the children's
bedtime) I can call the sheriff and put an end to it at that point.
Still, when I want to go to bed earlier, when this is going on I can't,
and by the time I put a stop to it, I am too wide awake to sleep.

> aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.

Ditto.

> Which is why I have run away to sea.

Yo-ho-ho? and a bottle of rum? Or TS, or BR, or whatever your drink of
choice is.

Elizabeth
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In article <1h0vxpr.1vy4hk9pzh61mN.RemoveThis@ip162.sns.du.radix.net>,
fusina.RemoveThis@radix.net (Elizabeth (Anakin) Fusina) wrote:

><anon2765.RemoveThis@firedrake.org> wrote:
>
>> In <42F52EE9.4EA3.RemoveThis@do.not.spam.the.moose>, Cadbury Moose wrote:
>> >Is it cool, yet?
>> >'m not coming out until it's cool again.
>> >
>> >Cadbury. (If you need me, I'm in the icehouse)
>>
>> Hey, we don't exactly *need* you, we just like to have you around,
>> y'know? One doesn't have to *need* someone to be glad they're there.
>>
>> As for it being cooler, I just had to go and get a rugby shirt and some
>> socks and put them on, because the wind blowing in from the garden is
>> chilly enough for me to have begun to shiver.
>
>Lucky you. Here it is hot-really hot-105 F with 98% humidity hot. I am
>waiting it out inside in the air conditioning, waiting for fall to
>arrive (and I don't mean the early fall when it is still over 75 F). I
>would love to need to put on socks for warmth. There is a limit to what
>I am willing to remove in the pursuit of coolness y'see, although if I
>had an indoor swimming pool with privacy walls...anyway...

Ha! The "air conditioning" at Ork manages to keep the office at a
fairly comfortable 68F (20C). Until, that is, everyone arrives at
9 am and switches on their computer. The temperature then rises
steadily until by lunchtime it's hot, sweaty, and I am unable to
think straight.

8-(>

>
>> May I buy you a drink?
>
>Make it anything with ice in. I've been freezing grape juice, and then
>eating it as popsicles. Yum.

I have a fridge full of 'not from concentrate' grapefruit juice,
which my explain my current sour disposition.

Work tomorrow^Wtoday (Sunday), but there are only a couple of us in,
so it may stay cool. Of course, I would like a weekend break at
some point - but this is not even on the horizin right now.

Chris. (Have a chilled trouser stiffener, we've got lots!)
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Beetle offered:

> May I buy you a drink?

Hmmm? Something long and cool, please. A yard of oehrwurmbrau would
not go amiss (if I've spelled it correctly, of course).

Cadbury. (Wondering if the England team can snatch defeat from the
jaws of victory again.) 3:O)>
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> These guys are firmly convinced that it is possible to use a lump hammer
> quietly.
It is. But only on soft, dangly items - and even then you might just about
hear a high pitched scream.
Au Res.,
Paul (offering hugs)
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In <dd4q09$3o6$1@nwrdmz01.dmz.ncs.ea.ibs-infra.bt.com>, P.A.Bines wrote
(in reply to my acerbic comment on the brains of the men at work next
door):
>> These guys are firmly convinced that it is possible to use a lump hammer
>> quietly.
>It is. But only on soft, dangly items - and even then you might just about
>hear a high pitched scream.

Oooh, tempting! And they even provide the hammers for me, so I wouldn't
have to carry one next door....

>Paul (offering hugs)

Thank you.

Beetle
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Selling atonal apples, and amplified heat, and Pressed Rat's
collection of dog-legs and feet. Coffee mornings a speciality.
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In article <20050806231041.210523446397023 DeleteThis @firedrake.org>,
anon2765 DeleteThis @firedrake.org () wrote:
> >Elizabeth (Anakin) Fusina <fusina DeleteThis @radix.net> wrote:
> >>Is everyone busy with living?
>
> Or at the very least with being undead? (Roughly my present state.)

It's a little better for this actual undead; last night was cool enough to
make it worth getting /into/ bed.

> Which is why I have run away to sea.

Sounds good. <fx: swooshing of south atlantic waves, grinding of
icebergs>.

---
John Dallman, village zombie and fish-and-chip-cart operator.
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In article <42F543A8.302A.DeleteThis@do.not.spam.the.moose>,
Cadbury Moose <please.DeleteThis@do.not.spam.the.moose> wrote:

>Beetle offered:
>
>> May I buy you a drink?
>
>Hmmm? Something long and cool, please. A yard of oehrwurmbrau would
>not go amiss (if I've spelled it correctly, of course).

It's foreign, so yoyu probably have to have it in metres.

>Cadbury. (Wondering if the England team can snatch defeat from the
>jaws of victory again.) 3:O)>

*Very* nearly, in fact.

Chris.
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In article <BF1C30C896684EEA2.TakeThisOut@192.168.1.23>,
Chris Suslowicz <chris+news@suslowicz.org> wrote:
>In article <42F543A8.302A.TakeThisOut@do.not.spam.the.moose>,
>Cadbury Moose <please.TakeThisOut@do.not.spam.the.moose> wrote:
>>Hmmm? Something long and cool, please. A yard of oehrwurmbrau would
>>not go amiss (if I've spelled it correctly, of course).
>It's foreign, so yoyu probably have to have it in metres.

The vat says it's brewed according to the reinheitsgebot, which I
suspect means "prime-grade-falling-over-water" (dashed cunning language
that).

RSM Willie Earwig
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Roger Burton West <roger RemoveThis @nospam.firedrake.org> wrote:

> In article <1h0vxpr.1vy4hk9pzh61mN RemoveThis @ip162.sns.du.radix.net>,
> Elizabeth (Anakin) Fusina <fusina RemoveThis @radix.net> wrote:
>
> >Lucky you. Here it is hot-really hot-105 F with 98% humidity hot.
>
> There are times I really _worry_ about early Americans. "Hey, we've got
> this swamp full of new and strange diseases, and in summer it's so hot
> we die of it even in the shade. Let's build our capital there!"

Weirdly enough, this was also back when people wore enough clothing to
sweat in the middle of winter-and that was in their summer weight
clothes. They did get a lot more snow in the winter back then too,
enough that Jamestown (well south, enough that it doesn't get snow when
we do (and occasionally gets some when we don't, but that isn't as
common)) had a couple feet on the ground their first winter. But I think
that everywhere was colder then.

The local natives wore very little in summer. Aside from the liberties
Disney took with the facts around Pocahontas, they over dressed her, and
aged her a bit beyond what she was at the time. Twelve or thereabouts,
if I recall correctly, which means most likely flat chested and didn't
look particularly feminine. And let's not even go into the
oak/willow/whatever tree it was.

> >Make it anything with ice in. I've been freezing grape juice, and then
> >eating it as popsicles. Yum.
>
> The ice-trays in the Lower Back Cave have been getting plenty of use
> too.

Haven't gotten that desperate yet. Still, if you freeze some flavored
liquid into the bottom of a glass, and then top it off with cold but not
frozen liquid of the same sort, I suppose that is the same thing,
roughly.

Elizabeth
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