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

*tiptoes in, trying not to awaken any comatose researchers who may be around*

*doesn't read the backlog but suggests now is bad time to sing at Bagpuss*

*whispers*
"Good morning, congratulations"

*whispers*
Thank you.

*quitely opens a bottle and pours *

*grins quietly*
Yey!
*whispers*
So that means you definitely get to go to Canada then?

*whispers*

That's right, I only needed a 2:1. I probably ought to tell them at some point.

*laughs quietly and whispers back*
Aaah, they'll probably find out... they'll see one of my messages somewhere
Btw, why are we whispering?

*whispers*
That's true. I thought if I were to tell them, I should probably wait until after graduation, in case they want to see my certificate or something.

We're whispering because Yossarian Prefect is asleep at the head of the table. It was in post 160.

*wakes up, yawns, looks around, reads some backlog, orders a few , and begins his drinking away*

Hey, congratulations on going to Canada, or what not.

*winks, raises his to recognize whatever accomplishment Bagpuss is going to Canada for, and drinks to his/her health and prosperity, something he's been doing quite often*

Thank you. We are, in fact, celebrating my getting a degree.

*points up at his name, to which the award has been appended*

Hey, that's great!

Congratulations, Bagpuss!

You've probably already celebrated, but I'm sure you wouldn't mind another party for your great accomplishment!

*breaks out the champagne, pours several , and proposes a toast*

To the most deserving person of a degree, that I can think of at the moment! Cheers!

Damn!

I've got to go! And just when we were about to celebrate...


Ah, well. Congratulations again.

*drinks his , grabs his satchel and towel, and walks out the door, humming to himself the tune to, 'For He's a Jolly Good Fellow'*

Okay, see you later.

*walks in*

Let's try to pull this back up to the top of the conversations list, shall we?

*smiles evilly, pours himself a few , drinks one, looks up from his glass, and smiles evilly some more*

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA(COUGH)HAHAHAHA(COUGH)(COUGH)(COUGH)-(CHOKE)

Ugh...

*shrugs, and drinks another *

You know, Menza? Now that we're actually in the same place at the same time, I think it would be interesting to actually recieve drinks rather than make them myself...

That being said, I'll have a few , if you'd be so kind.

Er,

Actually, I've got to run to make a gig that starts in ten minutes even though I'm twenty minutes away from where it's going to be, so just leave the drinks on the Maverick Table, and don't worry about anyone taking them while I'm gone, that shed outside will teach them a lesson they'll never forget...

*walks in, looks around, can't find the drinks that he ordered, pours his own (five ), takes a seat at the Maverick Table, and starts to theatrically hum the tunes to a few songs he played today*

*looks around, notices the lack of conversation he's having with other people, questions whether or not listening to the shed lecture about semiotics is the next best thing to do, realizes he's having a very bad migraine, drinks a couple of , feels even worse, then has what seems like the best idea he's had since deciding to get out of bed and go to his scheduled concert*

I would like to have a link to this conversation at the Maverick Table on the front page of the h2g2 Legs! Not only do we have a fairly large amount of postings seeing as how the conversation started less than a week ago, but the Maverick Table is a great place to get free drinks and awkward moments!

*smiles, very content with his proposal*

If there were reason for these miseries,
Then into limits could I bind my woes.
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow?
If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
Threat'ning the welkin with his big-swol'n face?

Besides the recent new of Bagpuss recieving his degree, of course...

*looks around some more at the lack of guests, friends, and people he wishes he could be sharing a beer with, whistles for a while, goes outside to hear what the shed has to say about semiotics, comes back in, a few moments later, very sick and tired of hearing that same blasted shed go on and on about whatever it was he was specifically talking about regarding semiotcs, goes through a few , goes through a few more, decides he needs something a bit stronger for his headache and goes through about five or six , this does exactly the opposite of what he was hoping for, making him have an even more painful headache AND blurred vision, slides off his chair onto the sticky floor, tries to get back up but hits his head upon the underside of the Maverick Table, gets back up, this time successfully avoiding the underside of the Table, looks through his satchel, puts his towel over his head, gets bored with this and takes off the towel, looks through his bag until he finds what he's looking for, a copy of JRR Tolkien's, 'The Lord of the Rings,' takes ten minutes looking for where he last left off, finds the spot, reads a sentence then puts his book away, wanders around the bar asking for some aspirin of which no one has, goes back to the Maverick Table, takes his towel back out, and puts it back on his head*

Er,

This is getting a bit tedious, isn't it *he says to whomever is listening, he hopes not only himself*