By Jeltz (with assistance from Douglas Adams)
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me, (with big yawning)
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
Monday was unexciting around here -- writing, chores, cats very unhappy because there were thunderstorms which were obviously my fault. Before the rain, I went out to a Cresselia raid with a bunch of people who were at the Pokemon Go event in Chicago last weekend, and one of them traded me a Pachirisu, which was the highlight of my day!
Around rain-delayed baseball, we watched the first two episodes of the 1981 Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy BBC TV series, which we'd never seen before and it was enormous fun (the 2005 film had a script that in many places is identical). And there are more episodes! Here are some photos from shopping in Iceland, of which we did very little: