Rainy Day Bookworm

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Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.

Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.

We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."

we're looking to create an AI policy, and when we were talking about this, my boss (older millennial) was genuinely shocked to hear that younger people do not (seem) to view AI positively (a la the recent commencement speakers being booed)

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A glorious 25th of may to all my followers, Discworld or not

Today is also Towel Day: because as the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy says, a towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have -- and a hoopy frood ALWAYS knows where his towel is.

HOOPY FROOD, HOW DO THEY RISE UP

/GNU Terry Pratchett (1948 - 2015) //GNU Douglas Adams (1952 - 2001)

Anne Carson (2009)

Arthur S. Way (1898)

George Theodoridis (2010)

Ian C. Johnston (2010)

E.P. Coleridge (1910)

Theodore Alois Buckley (1892)

John Peck, Frank Nisetich (1995)

R. Potter (1906)

M. L. West (1987)

William Arrowsmith (1958)

Philip Vellacott (1972)

Michael Wodhull (1782)

Kenneth McLeish (1997)

David Kovacs (2002)

Andrew Wilson (1993)

I’ll take care of you. It’s rotten work. Not to me. Not if it’s you.

Nay, thy weakness I will tend. Loathly task to touch the sick! Ah, not to me for thee, O friend.

I’ll look after you if that happens. It would be horrible for you, my friend. No, not for me it won’t be.

But I’ll take care of you. It’s unpleasant looking after someone sick. Not to me. Not when I’m looking after you.

But I will take care of you. It is annoying to have to touch a sick man. Not to me, when it is you.

But I will take care of thee. It is a difficult and dangerous task to touch a man thus disordered. Not for me to touch thee.

But I’ll be right beside you. It’s difficult, touching a sick man. Not for me, with you.

My care shall watch around thee. To attend a man thus disordered, to guard, to hold him, is an unpleasing office. But for thee delightful to my love.

But I’ll be looking after you. It’s unpleasant to be in contact with a sick man. Not with you, for me.

Have no fear. You are in my hands. Madmen are hard to handle. I will manage.

Then I’ll look after you. When my sickness comes, to touch me is revolting. Not to me.

On my fostering care rely. Loathsome it is to handle the diseas’d. Not so to me, while you I tend.

I’ll see to you. It’s horrible. I’ll do it.

Well, I will take care of you. It is disgusting to touch a sick man. Not for me to touch you.

I’ll look after you. Getting close during an attack can be dangerous. Not for me, when it’s you.