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

*wakes up still on sofa, but notices it's a new thread*
me I forgot my Spectrum 48k + about 3 boxes of games. It still works too
Shoes, might as well add my list:
1x black Blundstone boots
1x brown Blundstone boots
1x brown Steel toes Blundstone boots
1x brown boots (new, in lieu of getting new Blunnies)
1x trainers for gym
1x casual trainers
1x black Ben Sherman boots for *ork
1x black shoes for work
1x black shoes for posh do's
2x brown casual shoes
1x brown casual boots
1x reef shoes
1x casual open toed shoes
1x reebok walking boots
1x slippers
1x wellie boots
1x kilt shoes
1x Cowboy boots (left over from a fashion crisis )

Please don't get me started on clothes

Soft toys:
1 bear (Nightshift companion)
1 Bagpuss
1 Kyle (South park)
numerous small furry animals. (ok so I am a big softie at heart)

Don't want to even contemplate the sort of list Affy produced

*drifts off to sleep again*

*quietly, so as not to wake B-17* Wasn't that a brilliant game, Marv? Roy-hoo!



G7

Statistically (so far) the men seem to own more shoes than the women.

Stuffed toys, culled before the move, but there are two catnip-stuffed ones on the floor right now.

The one thing I have quite a lot of are very old photographs and tintypes.

*hears voices and wakes up again*
Oh hello
I think I have more shoes than I really need, personally. But each has their purpose and each does get used. Some only a couple of times in a year, say the kilt shoes or reef shoes or certain pairs of brogues

I take it it was a good game then G7? I'm glad Go Avs!

It was a great game, B-17. Thank you.

I have far too many stuffed animals to begin to count - and when you consider that I went to the trouble of counting my shoes, that should mean something. When we got the house, my parents took it as a sign that I should have everything that they did not need or want any more. And so, many familiar stuffies from my childhood have resurfaced after many years apart.

G7

Are kilt shoes for wearing with kilts... only for wearing with kilts? And what makes them distinctive? If you wore them to a meet would Munchkin point and exclaim?

Don't we all expect Doc to point and exclaim anyway?

G7

LOL, he may well might LIL.
I was trying to remember the correct term for them and I think it's Ghillie Brogues. Basically imagine a pair of black brogues, but instead of being solid, they are cut away slightly in between the lace holes, so that the maximum ammount of sock is seen on the top of the foot. The laces are very long anfd you wrap them round your leg a few times and tie them off in a big knot to the outside of the leg, below and in line with the flashes in the socks. There are various methods of tying the laces. They look very god with the whole ensemble.

However if you wore a kilt to say a rugby match, then normally people wear Doc Martin boots, or walking boots, as long as they are sturdy. Normal attire is also a rugby shirt, or big thick jumper. I wore my kilt last New Year along with a big thick Polo neck jumper and sturdy walking boots and big thick socks.Naturally I also wore my sporran (dangly dead seal handbag) It was great I love wearing my kilt And yes I am a true Scotsman if anyone is wondering

Oh! I must see a picture of you in a kilt, B-17! I love 'em. Which tartan do you wear?

G7

To complete the mental image I have of you in this regalia, you must be clutching a large knobby staff!

It is far too late at night - considering how early I woke up this morning. Time to sleep...

* down on the sofa and *

G7

Surely not just beacuse I mentioned I was a true Scotsman Gw7en? I wear the Ancient Hunting Fraser tartan. because I am a Fraser. Didn't I tell you that before?

Lil, i'd love a large nobbly staff, but alas I fear they wouldn't let me in to the rugby match. Could be classed as a weapon
Normally I wear full Prince Charlie jacket and vest (or waistcoat if you prefer), dress shirt, wing collar and bow tie. Very dashing!
I am sure I can get a photo and put it up somewhere and post the link to the Other Place. Might take a day or two tho.
Gw7en, you better email me to remind me. memory like thing with holes for draining rice with at the mo.

Colander.

I'm off for the night, too. Had a glass of wine next door before dinner, and it's made me rather drowsy. The Wall Street Journal should quite finish me off!

*half asleep, but still nods* You know, I think you did mention that you were a Fraser. me for forgetting!

Oh, and it seems that you have sent your wind to me, along with the cold. *grabs a blanket from the back of the sofa and tucks herself in* Mmmmm... Cozy...

G7

It was a great game tonight. Roy-Hoo!

Seive!

Night Lil. Night Gw7en, spoilsport. I was going to put the blanket over you in a minute
Sorry about the wind. Nothing to do with the curry.

Hey Marv.

*has many many more pets if you count the annoying deer living on my porch...* see my backyard has been taken over by growth from the forest preserve we border on. And while it's incredibly nice and beautiful to live, well, in a forest, instead of surrounded by more ugly houses, a day doesn't go by when I have to yell at the deer to go away, as my porch is the wrong place for them.

On the plus side we get interesting, less invasive animals sometimes - fox, groundhog, rabbits and once even a turtle.

In israel we were right near the kibbutz zoo, which had everything from chimpanzees to goats to ostriches to (duh) camels. And there, my backyard was a citrus grove with oranges and lemons readily available when you wanted to eat them, or put them in tea (or tequila).

*homesick? nooooo*

What else have I got a lot of? Bibles, yes, JRR Tolkien books, Beatles CDs, old shoes. Unfulfilled ambitions. Homework I ought to be doing. About ten, maybe fifteen decks of cards, I think (euchre anyone?) Friends far away. Youthful lust. MP3s. All the melodrama and sweetly exaggerated emotional gropings and grasping of adolescence at the security we're too cool for but so desperately want, the pretended sophistication and the turbulent, chaotic, confused underside that we try to so hard to hide, the extended trauma and the rare peak of exultation when an overly-drawn out romance peaks or a long-imagined boyfriend notices your existence, the sarcastic consideration of cynically sarcastic references to cynicism that helps us to hide from our utter fear of all things that are not happy, not fluffy and altogether to negative for our taste. Old baseball cards. Sex drive. National Geographics. Hebrew-English dictionaries. Trips I ought to take, plan on taking, dream of taking, can't afford to take. Pictures of Israel. Shoeboxes full of the dumb things I wrote when I was ten, when I was thirteen. Shoeboxes full of the dumb things I write when I'm seventeen. Empty shoeboxes. Other books. Stuff I read for school. Kid's books. I set of Hardy Boys books of my father's form his childhood, fathering dust, maybe they're worth something now. Baseballs. Games for my old eight bit Nintendo. Secret fears. Secret longings. Things I could be getting done now instead of typing my soul away. Dave Matthews CDs, I'm ashamed to admit. Energy. Excitement for the future. Desire to start a commune in Tel Aviv in 2007. Boredom. More dreams than pen and paper could ever list, dreams I will never fulfill. Paths I will never follow. So many options, and I must choose, must steer myself through the maze of hormones, and physical and emotional confusion to where I want to go, and where is that? I can't tell - but I'm on my way.

Ioreth, never say you have dreams that will never be fulfilled. You never trully know whats just around the corner
I porbaly share most of what you have written, apart from maybe the Dave Matthews CD's

Well, lets spin it this way; yes loreth, you have dreams you won't fullfill. The tricky part, the scarey part, and the fun part is that you don't know which of your dreams those are (or which of your dreams those AREN'T).

Ah, yes Mac. Nice spin indeed. *bows to the more knowledgeable wordsmith* We're not worth!