h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It has come to my attention that one is only as obscure as those around them will allow them to be....so are you really? And if so, for how long? And in the "Great Plan of the Universe" will it matter? And IF 42 really IS the answer, just how obscure IS the question?(film at 11)

Which brings us that other ultimate question,
What is normal. But we should probably start another forum on that one as this one si beginning to take an awfully long time to go ping.
Sarliquidifier says hello to all the buttons in the bottom of your drink.

I don't know about you but forty-two glasses of beer would do a number of things to me, and none of them pleasant:

1) I'd drown. My stomach would overflow as beer fell into my lungs.
2) I'd have to pee like an Altairian megadonkey.
3) I'd have to go into detox. Twice.
4) I'd see Elvis.
5) I wouldn't need to be embalmed when I died.
6) I'd eat one wafer thin mint and then spontaneously explode.
7) Someone could wheel me over to a computer terminal and I'd hammer out a sequel to Hamlet.
8) I'd still have three pints to get through.

Pah - you could at least have thought of 42 problems about drinking 42 pints of beer!

Relax team. Help is at hand, Big Blue the chess computer has been breeding. We now have Dark Drown. Dark brown's mission in life is to solve all mysteries before vomit. Alas we will have to wait for Dark Brown 2 for the results after vomit

I never considered drinking beer to be a problem,

I consider beer to be a problem. Can't stand the stuff. Give me vodka or give me death!

What we are really talking about here is the amazing finding by the new wizz kid computer, Big Brown, that vomit expectoraytes at 4.2 mph

vodka IS death.

No actually Death is this cute little goth chick with an ankh necklace and a spazz for a brother, but that's a completely different website.

http://www.neilgaiman.com/

I think I know them. They live in a run down trailer park just up the road a piece....got three of the strangest kids you'd ever want to meet!

I think we first gotta find out what kind of machine Deep Thought
was. If it were to be a Microsoft machine than it's most likely
that 42 isn't the right answer. 42 would be the answer the marketing
dep. would make up to ensure us that they can answer such a question.

or shoot

A shade of yellow, according to my I-ching calculator.

with maybe a shade of lemon for the tequilla

NOW we're talkin' GOOD "whiisky"! Best stuff in the world. Get "plastered" tonight, wake up with a hangover, get you a tall glass of ice water..... drink it real fast. Viola! Hangover's gone. "course you're as drunk as "Cooter Brown" again....but you ain't got no hangover!

Is that Cooter Brown of 42 Carpark Corner?

Nope. Cooter Brown. A distant relative who died drunk, a few years back, at the ripe old age of 84. Everybody told him that stuff would kill 'im. Sure enough it did!But ya' know what? They dug 'im up a coupla' months ago, (why, I'm not sure) and he only looked half his age! (could he have had the answer?)

I knew his wife, Scooter Brown, a tiny woman, 4 foot 2 I believe. How is she?

Not too good! Still kickin', just not real high! Celabrated her 90th. birthday back on April 2nd. 'Fraid Cooter looks bettern' she does