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

They're very very yummy. You'd love them, I'm sure. Actually, I'm not, but I love them all the same.

M&M's come in a close second.

Hmm. Well I am myself less than wild about cherries, but coconutty things are really very good, so that could make up for it.

Hmm. Well I am myself less than wild about cherries, but coconutty things are really very good, so that could make up for it.

Post early.

Post often.

Post no bills.

I think I'll have some cherry ripes and M&Ms if that's alright with you .

I wish that everyone has an extremely obvious holiday and a subversive New Year!!!

*Lobs peanut brittle around the room with reckless abandon*

I wish The Secret Of NIMH would get the respect it deserves.

I wish all the skids would die.

I wish I could be an animator and animate the rats of NIMH.

I wish I could be a brilliant bass guitarist and write songs for the rats of NIMH.

I wish I could kill the skids.

I wish that those statements didn't frighten me in that special way that they do.

Man, I'm misunderstood.

To quote Steve Winwood:
"I never wanted to be a great star. I only wanted to be a great musician".
Likewise for me.

And I'm working like a devil on the art. I'm gonna get myself a flipbook and practise on that. I'm going to scan off my pictures and send them in to Robin's Fan Fiction Archive (which also contains a section for fanart). I'll persevere, I'll work like a maniac. Nothing matters apart from my music and my art.

"I'm going to get my education and become a scientist. I'm going to make discoveries and become famous. I'll be on TV and on the cover of Time magazine."
That sort of gist.

I'm f***ing serious!!!!

what happened to the good ol' days when kids just wanted to be astronauts and firemen and stuff???

Sheesh, too much Eric Clapton and Iron Maiden and The Secret Of NIMH and Basil The Great Mouse Detective (my latest animated romp).
You surround yourself with this sort of thing, you start to respect their principles and stuff. You want to be like them. I want to be like them. I want to play blues and metal. I want to draw mice and stuff.
Actually, I'm quite good at mice. They just don't seem to scan very well.

Well, there's your problem right there. You shouldn't be trying to scan with your mouse. You need to use your scanner.

Come over here and I'll gut you like a fish...

Eeee...Cat's Squirrel? I'm not sure if that was a joke or not, but before anyone gets gutted over HERE I'll need you to to fill out the appropriate paperwork.

ESPECIALLY if that person happens to be KM. Plan on spending the rest of your life with excruciating writer's cramp from filling out forms. It will take a very loooong time.

Thanks!

Would you like to use my pen, Squirrel?

*hands it over, wrapped in an ink-stained towel*

OK I'll do.

*I hereby state that the gutting of KM will be undertaken in no more than 10 seconds, commencing from when I've finished. The process being that of inserting a fish-hook into KM's left shoulder, and dragging it diagonaly down the abdomen until reaching the pelvis etc etc".
Then my good friend UGOD will do his fatality.

In short, hur-hur, he'll snap you in two!

Prepare to die, sewer fiend! (Wu-tang style!)

*shuffles through Amanda's briefcase*

Yes, marvelous, but there's a fee... *hands over pink paper*

...and it looks like you'll need proof of identification... three forms of ID, seemingly, including a current federally-recognised photo ID card, a copy of your birth cerificate and your permanent record from grade school including all awards and honors received and a receipt for attendance to any disciplinary action taken against you.

Er, and there's the rest of these papers to be looked over—you might get yourself a nice lawyer to pore over them for you.

A "nice lawyer"? That's one of those oxy-things innit? You know those oxy- dang, what was it again?

Hmmm. I'll get back to you.

Moron.