The Hive is (realy) Dead! Long Live the Hive Mind!

[Angel Tarragon]

Heigh-ho, Fru!

Heigh-ho hafrog! Having another bad day?

 

[hafrogman]

Heigh-ho hafrog! Having another bad day?

Just a day, like any other.

The trivia night drama continues, though. I phoned today at 12:00 to make my reservation again, only to be told that they had all their reservations that they would take tonight. I think they open at 10:00, it might even be 11:00. So in two hours, they have given away all the tables they are willing to commit.

But here's the best part. I was told that if I come in at 7:00 I could just grab an open table. If you recall, last week, I was told that if I had a reservation I had to show up at 7:00 to hold it.

So now my options are: Call in reservation, show up at 7:00, be assigned a table. Or don't call in, show up at 7:00, pick a table.

...

Sometimes I worry about the fate of the world.

Not so much annoyed this week as bemused.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

The trivia night drama continues, though. I phoned today at 12:00 to make my reservation again, only to be told that they had all their reservations that they would take tonight. I think they open at 10:00, it might even be 11:00. So in two hours, they have given away all the tables they are willing to commit.

But here's the best part. I was told that if I come in at 7:00 I could just grab an open table. If you recall, last week, I was told that if I had a reservation I had to show up at 7:00 to hold it.

Jackasses.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Sometimes I worry about the fate of the world.

Well, if Nostradamus is right then on Dec. 22 2012 the world will go to hell in a handbasket. Won't have to worry too much past that day.

 

[hafrogman]

Well, if Nostradamus is right then on Dec. 22 2012 the world will go to hell in a handbasket. Won't have to worry too much past that day.

You'll have to forgive me if I don't really trust him on this one. Not much he's said has come true so far.

Unless you count all the stuff that he never said that people attributed to him after the events in question had already occurred.

/skeptic

 

[Angel Tarragon]

You'll have to forgive me if I don't really trust him on this one. Not much he's said has come true so far.

Unless you count all the stuff that he never said that people attributed to him after the events in question had already occurred.

/skeptic

No worries, I'm a skeptic too.

 

[hafrogman]

No worries, I'm a skeptic too.

Yeah, I didn't really get the impression that you were working on your five-year plan, as it were.

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Yeah, I didn't really get the impression that you were working on your five-year plan, as it were.

RIMMER: Lister, you are a nothing.

LISTER: I'm not a nothing! I've got me plan.

RIMMER: What's that, the plan to be the slobbiest entity in the entire universe?

LISTER: No. Me five-year plan. You see, I'm going to do two more trips. And I've been saving up all me pay...

RIMMER: Since when?

LISTER: Since always. That's why I never buy any soap or deodorant or socks or anything like that, you know. Anyway, I'm going to buy meself a little farm on Fiji. And I'm going to get a sheep and a cow, and breed horses.

RIMMER: With a sheep and a cow?

LISTER: No, with horses and horses.

RIMMER: On Fiji?

LISTER: Yeah! The prices there are unbelievable.

RIMMER: Yes, because they had a volcanic eruption and now most of Fiji's three feet below sea level!

LISTER: It's only three feet. They can wade. That's why the animals are gonna hafta be quite tall.

RIMMER: Nice plan, Lister. Excellent plan! Brilliant plan, Lister! What about the sheep? What are you going to do, buy them water-wings? Fit them with stilts? Better still, you could cross-breed them with dolphins and have leaping mutton. (Gesturing with his pen to represent a woolly dolphin leaping out of the water) Baa, splash, baa, splash.

LISTER: You can get a drainage grant these days.

RIMMER: Why bother, Lister? You could be the first man to produce wet-look knitwear.

LISTER: Look, this is why I never ever said anything to you, 'cause I knew you'd say something like this.

RIMMER: Lister, you've got the brain of a cheese sandwich. (Miming a swimmer and putting on a Mummerset voice) "Mornin', Farmer Lister! I'm just poppin' down to the shops in my submarine. Can I buy you anything?"

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[hafrogman]

Good show.


LISTER: She was part of me plan.

HOLLY: What?

LISTER: I never told her, but she was going to be part of the plan, and come and live on Fiji with me and ride the horses.

HOLLY: Well, I suppose she won't do much good to you now. Unless it snows and you need something to grit the path with.


/paraphrased

 

[Angel Tarragon]

Good show.


LISTER: She was part of me plan.

HOLLY: What?

LISTER: I never told her, but she was going to be part of the plan, and come and live on Fiji with me and ride the horses.

HOLLY: Well, I suppose she won't do much good to you now. Unless it snows and you need something to grit the path with.


/paraphrased

Pretty damn close:


LISTER: Three million years?! (Pause) I've still got that library book. And what about Krissie? What about Krissie Kochanski?

HOLLY: She's dead, Dave.

LISTER: Oh, hey!

HOLLY: I don't suppose it's any consolation, but if she were still alive, the age difference would be insurmountable.

LISTER: She was part of me plan. I never got round to telling her, but she was going to come with me to Fiji. She was going to wear a white dress and ride the horses and I was going to take care of everything else. It was me plan. I planned it.

HOLLY: Well, she won't be much use to you on Fiji now. Not unless it snows and you need something to grit the path with.

LISTER: Holly!

HOLLY: Sorry. I'm sorry about that. I've been on my own for three million years, and I'm just used to saying what I think. I think I've gone a bit peculiar, to tell you the truth.