Subconscious Sludge

"Some friars needed to raise more money for books for the school, so they opened up a small florist shop to raise funds.

Since everyone liked to buy flowers from the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the competition was unfair. He asked the good brothers to close down, but they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They ignored him.

So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the roughest and most vicious thug in town to "persuade" them to close. Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back if they didn't close up shop.

Terrified, they did so, thereby proving that 'Only Hugh can prevent florist friars.'"

Thank Crystal for that little bit of amusement. I'm reading Joseph and Frences Gies's Life in a Medieval City, so the joke seemed twice as funny.
What can I say? I've got the medieval life on the brain.
But I'll spare you the details of that one for now. Those that take an interest in my ponderings can reap the benefit when I get back to Murray, and the rest can be spared the boredom and rolling of eyes.
Not that today was that much more exciting. We're not going to the Bodensee because our group's not going to the Bodensee, and the group rate was what made the trip so attractive. We might try again later.
I had Apfel Strudel for lunch today. Same name (almost), but a slightly different product. Picture the "American" product with less breading, raisens of some sort, and what we think was some sort of cream-cheese. Lots of cream cheese.
It was good, it was just not what I'd consider an entree. I think my dentist is going to have a few more cavities to clean if I keep eating like that.
Andreas, our German Culture teacher, broke it to us that there are no marshmallows in this country. We don't think we can camp without them, but we're going to try. On the bright side, we do have hot dogs.
Tomorrow we're going to get to meet some more of the international students. The University's Int'l student group meets on Thursday nights for their Stammtisch and we're going to join them. We're not really sure what we're getting into there, but at least it'll involve new people.
The colorado group all piled into the room above me again. They've quieted down a little, thank God.
I think that's about everything. My head's full of German and misc. Medieval knowledge, so I'm going to go to bed and let it turn into a strange subconscious sludge. I think Oskar's still tapping around in there somewhere, too.
Oh, that reminds me. Heather, please don't buy an old beat up red Chevy, it'd kill your grandfather.