I’ll admit I’m kind of fond of Europe, too. The problem is that I’m supposed to be at work in about seven hours, but I’m still in London. Whoops! I’m also supposed to be blogging about skepticism and publishing a new issue of Skepchick today, and of course that isn’t happening either. Sorry everyone!
A quick explanation: my luggage, along with my passport, money, and everything else, tried to take a different train than me on the way to the airport Saturday night. This resulted in a bit of freaking out followed by a night of sitting in a hotel lobby watching two Indian men continually insult one another and then make up with declarations of love, then a few hours of sleep in a chair, then a taxi, six trains, and a bus back to London where I sit now. I have a new flight but it requires that I stay an extra two days and take a train to the airport not once but twice today, and stay there overnight tonight. It almost seems easier to stay and start a new life here, but of course I’d miss the cats.
Bug_Girl will be blogging again tomorrow, and with any amount of luck I’ll be back Wednesday. Cross your fingers! Er, in a skeptical way I mean.
So was sleeping in the chair more comfortable than sleeping in a car?
Awww.
How did the luggage manage that?
I cross my fingers for you in the full expectation that I will accomplish absolutely nothing by doing so!
Bjørnar, I think the more important question is, why did the luggage do that? Clearly there must be a reason it chose a different train than Rebecca. I have a feeling that they had an argument, and so the luggage tried to run off with all the money. Typical luggage tactic. It's just good she caught them before they made it out of the country.
See, Yoo-rop is tryin' t'hold 'Becca hostage. See? That's "tarrerism," see? What we need to do is, we need to show these Yoo-ro-Tarrerists, that we cannot be intimmidated. We will not negotiate for the return of our Skepchick. We're gonna bring the battle to the "bad guys."
See, what it is, is– They hate Skepticism. See? They hate our way of life. Our Science.
So we're gonna stay the course, until we can bring 'Becca home. Okay?
The bombing starts in ten minutes.
Rav and nesetzer have said everything that needs to be said already… Welcome back, Rebecca (I trust you'll at least be on your way soon).
Sweet zot! What were you doing with your passport anywhere but on your person? Other than showering or sleeping, I mean.
Using it as an excuse to be able to rummage through her luggage at the airport and showing the security guard all her undies and socks and other personal effects.
I just want to see the LSE/BO project fulfill it's promies. If Europe gets in the way of that, then damn them, Damn them ALL TO HELL!
See, what they need to do is get Yoo-rop to get England to stop doing this shit and it’s over. We'll have our Skepchick back, and we'll get our lesbians.
*stuffs buttered roll in mouth and chews thoughtfully*
*wanders over to Bug_girl to give her a surreptitions neck massage. Reels and falls as Buggy smoothly rises and executes a beautiful right cross*