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

Just yanking your chain.

This is a dreary, gray day with a cold rain. Since it's colder, maybe the rain won't cause my grass to grow any higher until I can get my mower fixed.

H

I'll talk to you little lady. I'm a chef, not a clown, but they both start with a 'c'.

What would you like to talk about?

Have you ever read the poetry of Theodore Roethke?

H

I can't say as I have. I'm not much for poetry.

Guess I shouldn't have said that, you being a wannabe poet and all.

Like you would recognize a good poem if you read one.

I am as much a poet as you are a chef. I don't see you with your own program on the food network.

H

Ok, fair enough. Tell me a poem by this Theodore guy.

I bet you'd like poems better if you could put ranch seasoning on them.

H

Be careful or you'll roll on your beard and choke yourself.

Onions are extremely healthy. They're good for your heart. Eating raw onions will lower our blood pressure.

So will reading a beautiful poem.

A light song comes from the leaves.
A slow sigh says yes. And light sighs;
A low voice, summer-sad.
Is it you, cold father? Father,
For whom the minnows sang?

From Unfold! Unfold! by Theodore Roethke



H

Codswallop.

I'd rather eat onions that read that muck.

Limricks are more my style.

Having a nice conversation, H?

Not really. But he's the only one awake right now.

H

According to <./>online</.> there are 58 researchers logged in

I'll get me coat

There's going to be one less soon. I need to unwind and find my comfy chair.

H

in light of my recent revelation i thing should the post of bearded
lady become vacent you will forward a copy of terms and conditions
haveing seen my credentuals so to speak.

The sideshow is a little slow this time of year. In the spring, I'm sure we could use your help. It would let me take a day off now and then.

Bearded ladies are quite lovely, in theior own way you know. Chin up!

H

*combs her beard and polishes her tattoos in preparation for the Labor Day matinee*

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I went to town to seeeeeeeeee, that old tattooed ladyyyyyyyyy

Er... ~Greebo siddles into the conversation~... Er... me thinks you got a pea stuck in your beard lady... ~grinny grin~

Greebs..xx

Tattooed lady?

We don't have one of those.

H?

My God! The trapeze boy has gone blind!

*checks again to make sure the tattoos are all still there*

Hi Greebo. Have a or seven.