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

: My mother... is even more stubborn than I (where did they think it was that I hadst gotten it from then>?).

Oh, wait ... (to stop his ka-iling and wha-reening a bit scramble headed... inverted word part order Aagh!)...
Nick? what a of an idea Ol' Scratch himself wouldn't of thought of! .... that means that there are some folks who are within the same time zone as of myself... maybe I could find some way to drag my mother into Hootoo-ing too... .
, somehow... If I could just find a way to convince her to give the HHG2TG s a bit of a chance... find a way to trick her in to reading "snippets" ... maybe @ her morning ?

Oh Thorn!

You'd only just reached the League, too...

mind you, i didn't understand a word of your last posting, but you seem like a fun sort of person, you will be missed.

I understood about convincing others to read the books - the way I did it was tell my swarm that they wouldn't understand the film without reading them. And lending them then, and asking what they'd read every time they laughed.

I think that's a very good idea. If you can't beat'em, make 'em join! The thing is, she might want you to keep off as she gets obsessed as everyone who visits the the black vortex that is hootoo inevitably does. You coiuld also promise not to play any RPGs and tell her what a great source of information hootoo is on life, the universe, and everything. (But I suggest for you to make her at least read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy otherwise she won't get it at all).

Also, if she doesn't like it, you're in trouble. But that's a risk you have to take. (She doesn't sound like the type of woman who would be overly enamoured with excessive imagination in a novel, she may think that "This sketch (book) is getting too silly".

If only you had the knight with the chicken - he'd sort her out

Heheh.
She dislikes them based off of the person who had originally introduced me to them. Keeps associating the stories themselves... with that person... instead.
If I could reproduce small segments... and just find some sort of a trick 'like some sort of a game' in a way... won't say that though.
[mother (aka... Darth Vader-in-a-skirt)]: "Thorn, it's too early in the morning for me to want to play a game. Come here, I have chores for you to do... so, hop to it (slacker)! etc."

Then I could get her hooked into how witty it all was... and then, maybe it would get her curiousity up. Then it'd get to the inevitable point... where she'd ask me where I kept getting it from...
She'd probably... look on the face'd be priceless.

Probably still wouldn't let her allow me to "go online more"...
Kept trying to read every single thing a person had posted in the chat threads too when I had first started ", what are you doing?"
Me: "Oh, um nothing mother... um, Research!"* ... paranoid... of what? I embrace the unknown... *he says howling at the no less (, only kidding).*

*sorta like a quasi parody of "Dennis! There's some lovely filth oer here!" etc., this next bit -> "Oh, why aren't you helping about the house more... etc. etc.?"

The one thick problem with that,... is that she and my grandmum... both seem to think... that they are the sole resource needed on how to do things. , Get other people to do things
<- "I mean..." *ducks to avoid getting slapped* }Cod!{ (<-in place of the more familiar }Wham!{, yes?)
*here fills in an appropriately similar sounding innocuous phrase*

The thing about my mom, is that she used to be open & receptive to suggestions and new ideas. even... she actually got to meet Edward Gorey in person once in New York, traveled a lot, etc. Why certain people rapidly approach the "old grouch" stage, on purpose... is beyond me. Perhaps a strict grandmother beith involved.
The funny bit-> She (my grandmother) threatened to embroider/hem lace doily cuffs to my pantslegs if I "didn't quit/stop outgrowing them [properly] (so fast)." I can see that potential of having wit in there... yet strictness in all things tends to chase it away...
*plays a lampoon of a dirge...*
*Tells the marching band to stop sounding so d@*n cheerful about it then. Yes, yes! And the parade too... Cut-that-out!*

Has she seen any of the Python's comedy? Surely that could get her to understand why you like chatting to people (You could call it "socialising") who are likeminded to your stream of unconsciousness. If she doesn't like the Pythons she's a lost cause. Even she must laugh at the sketches. If she hasn't seen any Pythons, make her watch "And now for something completely different" or the favourite "The Holy Grail". Either one of these are Python at its best.

If she's too strict, you'll have to wait until you are able to leave home until you are allowed freedom to waste your time on frivolity.

Oh well, if nothing else, have some and "Always look on the bright si-ide of life" []

There were a few parts that she found to be funny...
In the Grail one,- but, for some reason that was the very last VHS anyone got to see much of, a few hours later our VCR didn't break,- but our TV went out. Permanently.

that sounds rather painful, what happened?

Our TV... broken. Stuck broken.
always...
* misses his __*
[fill in the blank here with...__#]

1. TV
2. Almost-'date'
3. Daytime online access
4. Etc.

oh dear poor you. i miss my best friend, he's gone off down under for 3 weeks & im not exactly coping well without him, i keep doing silly things that he would usually prevent me from doing...

Ah, well... @ least they are still your friend.
"Almost 'date' 1" <- when last saw eachother, it was on good terms.
The other one, I believe... she left me for 'retail'. Owch (The job, not shopping, mind you).

Please & feel for me...
It might only make it worse

@ self.

Let me in the society! Give me my free parrot!

[my turn, here I GO-oh-oh-oh!]: " away! give us a shrubbery or I will be forced to say 'Ni' again."

(New-Dark Age) : ", oh yes, -uh... hello. Welcome to the Pythonist society. I have taken the time to construct for you this fully working, completely autonomic (, at least the parts that are not mechanical and manually reset-able"

*presents the robotic parrot*
"Much less of a bother to clean up than the actual or sea-faring-farraging varieties. I'm just part of the doormat though, so rather than get swept out from under the rug... please wait to listen to our cheerful elevator music in the background. Bosses'll be here to see you shortly."

don't let Traveller catch you welcoming people...

Traveller in Time on top
"I can easily wipe you from the doormat

Only Upper Class Twis do the welcoming part. Just be an active pythonist for long enough and you get Classified labelled in a jar "

Kind Sirs! For I have not officially -welcomed him. [I] have simply gone to the travails of helping to provide the p.a.r.r.o.t.
It's a robotic one. I like to leave stuff like official welcoming... to the "pros."

it looked suspiciously like a welcome to me...