Lifestyle Seminar, here today.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

The score is 127 for 5 (Flintoff caught and bowled by Warne), and the players are off for lunch. FOW at 2, 67, 67, 109, 126. Slartibartfast turns off the radio, opens his door and looks out at the deserted corridors of the school. He pins a note to the door.

Lifestyle seminar. Please come in and discuss your recent writing assignment, I'll be back in a bit.

And then he strolls off down the hall, leaving the door open, looking for some refreshment himself.

Comments

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

There are many things "out there" much more interesting than cheese, *fingers the Guide thoughtfully* and with any luck we'll study some of them over the next few weeks.

[neptune-wallace.livejournal.com]

*is also late*

*sits in the front, as the back is taken already*

Umm, yeah - cheese is cool, you know, because it's, umm, chessy and stuff. It tastes great on nachos, and I never even pretend to eat broccoli without it.

[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

rushes in, arms full of books

I'm dreadfully sorry about being late, professor, I was looking for one of my roommates in the library - she's been missing for days, and I was investigating ther possibility of a curse or enchantment there.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

*shudders* I hope no-one suggests I have to eat broccoli in my cookery class tomorrow.

I can see that these nachos, and the salsa that deirdreofamber mentioned, warrant further study.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Ah, Miss Evans, good to see you. It's been pointed out that I didn't actually set a time for this seminar -- people tell me that I've been rather vague about the whole thing.

I found your assignment a little thin, I wonder if you'd like to flesh it out a little now, in front of those of the group who are still here? I'm sure they'll pitch in with questions if something needs clarifying.

[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

Well, you see, professor... I had a terribly bad experience involving a former classmate of mine tranfiguring my schoolbooks into moldy lumps of cheese during my fourth year, and ever since then, I haven't really had a taste for the stuff. I'll try to do better on future assignments.

*shudders at the recollection*

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet enters the class with a large coffee and slumps into a seat. He doesn't do mornings. He's been up much of the night with bad dreams. He mumbles to himself, and pulls out a half eaten Havarti sandwich.*

Hi. So, cheese, right?

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

How do we cope? He's banned most milk products from our dinners. And in a country with so many cows, the cooks have to get pretty crafty with meals. Just one of the many ways he's made my life worse.

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

well, cheese seems to have brought me a new roommate and I am learning all kinds of new things as a result, which may or may not actually get me into some trouble. Not that I am looking for trouble, but my computer does seem to find it rather easily.

*smiles shyly*

[comewillingly.livejournal.com]

I sure hope so! I can't wait to learn them.