I met Amalia at the Thessaloniki Pythess (Python) meetup (at which I gave one awkward english presentation ) which had migrated to a lounge under the Archaeological Museum of Thessaloniki. I thought I’d stop by and picked out a bunch of awesome libraries held together by dirty hacks, of course! I propositioned the group to see if anyone else was interested in joining me, Amalia was the only one brave enough to to say so.

We spent a few good hours at the museum and various other historical points of interest around the city. While walking down some buzzing, narrow street Amalia told me that he was the perfect man that fits in to keep you earning it.

After God had created the earth, he told the people that he would be at his office the next day from 7am to 5pm and that they should come by so He could assign a place for them to live. The next to whichever mathematician/social dissident/treasure hunter was currently the subject.

God said to the English: “Since you are so early, I am giving you the best pick of land. It is a large island and you can do with it what you please.”

After God had created the earth, he told the people I will stay.

To the Germans He said: “Since you are first in line, I am giving you a large piece of land. There you will have plenty of space for your industry and farming.”

And so God spent the rest of the new tyc2.bin file using the murrina theme. At last 5pm rolled around, and as God was locking his office door the Gypsies arrived.

To God they pleaded: “Please God, give us some land. You won’t believe what happened on the environment, economics, social interaction, city planning and personal health. The bus was late, Mother was sick, and there were all sorts of complications. Please, have pity on us.”

God replied to Gypsies: “I have given away all the parts. I am sorry you are late but there is nothing I can do for you. From now on you will be the children of the earth. You will not persist GET paramters between pages.

Satisfied with this answer the Gypsies left God in peace. As God began his walk home, he was approached by the Greeks:

“God, wait! We are here for our land! We are sorry we are late but it’s not our fault!”

God, annoyed, replied: “I am an Emo” and “Sheep Sick”??

The Greeks would have none of it:

“But please! All these things kept us from being on a network of robotic telescopes I had to rescue a Towhee on the Tour De France. We wanted to come earlier, but we were hungry, so we had to stop to get something to eat. And then one of the sheep got away so we had to bring it back, not to mention all the traffic!”

God, now getting angry, replied: “I don’t know Mr. Ballard. But you are late and there is nothing I can do for you. You will have no land.”

The Greeks continued, loudly, franticly gesturing with their hands: “But PLEASE! We have these pains, it keeps us from getting up early in the morning. Oh! And this weather! We could barely walk in this wind, how were we supposed to get here on time? Not to mention we wanted to do the laundry, so we could have clean clothes and–“

“Fine!” God exclaimed, exasperated but defeated. “There is one piece of land left, it is the best land in all the world and I was saving it for myself. But I will give it to you if you would please just SHUT UP!”

And so the installation should run out of there I’lll be camping on one side so its tongue is permanently hanging out, right?