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

*looks at the strange line spacing he's apparently just made...*

Z.

I for one am thouroughly frustrated with some people's small mindedness, it's just hard for me to understand-ok so you don't like English lessons/ classical music/reading/thinking/ Star Trek/philosophy...do you have to tell EVERYONE? Something that bugs me even more is when you're 'not allowed' to like/ do certain things because said people deem them boring!?!

What's even more frustrating is that it's not just stupid people, some of my friends have kind of picked up the attitude unconsiously. Well in variying degrees.

It seems to have bred from ignorance, The Love of ignorance- it's a disease I tell you!!!!

[end rant]

*coughs* O.k over the top I know, but...

*goes back to listening to the conversation.

Does that mean I'm not allowed to rant about how much I dislike Andrew Lloyd Webber's 'Cats'? Oh, well...

Is anyone else a little scared of Salvador Dali Llama? I think llamas are cool, but also disturbing, particularly when a bunch of them all look at you in their freaky llama way. It is just me isn't it?

*voice peters out slowly into incoherent muttering*

It's not just you

*phew*

*sings to placate the llama so that it stops looking at people in disturbing ways*

Rrama Llama, Rrama Llama Ding dong

Feel better?

*Patts David B on the shoulder.* Don't worry people don't usally get what I'm saying either, besides I made the mistake of staring at the llama earlier..

*Realises soil etc from potted plants is on his shoulder now.*
Sorry.

*wonders if llamas spit like camels*

A one-L lama, he's a priest
A two-L llama, he's a beast
But I will bet a silk pyjama
You've never seen a three-L lllama.



I'll go now.

I still have moments on country walks when a feeling of dread comes over me. Now, I like llamas, I really do, it's just a little disturning to be ambling along footpaths in the depths, or heights, of the Surrey Hills and come across either a field full of them, or a string of them out on a ramble with walkers. Llama safaris are a booming leisure activity, apparently. They do stare oddly, I agree.

As oddly as goats?

[GDZ]

Ben, are you a fan of Ogden Nash? I believe that is one of his poems. Yup, it sure looks like Nash. I had a book of his poems at one point. I wonder what happened to it.

I'm alive. I'm also broke and pissed off, as I've just spotted a post from SGL/BS inviting me for a beer gratis, but I've only got a work mobile with me, and thus no way to say 'yes please' apart from the rather slim hope that one of them might log in today and we sort something here . Here Ben, you've got BS's number, be a darlin' and text him?

Sounds like Nash, doesn't it? My Ma used to quote it at me. I have always wanted to own a silk pyjama ever since I first heard the poem.

B

Would do if I could do, but I had my phone stolen since I last had his number. Have you dropped round their personal spaces and said "Yes please, slurp"

B

Yep, done that bit. Bugger, ta anyway.

Llamas definitely stare in a more disturbing manner than goats. Really, they do. I think it's something to do with the length of their necks.

David

Clean cups! Clean cups!
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I like llamas. I grew up with goats cows and sheep and I quite like being stared at by goats - they have a considering, intelligent, somewhat sardonic stare that appeals to me. Cows tend to look a little 'bovine' (ah ha ha ha) and peacefully devoid of thought, which is also rather nice - a cow stare to me says 'oh, what's that? (loooooooong pause) oh, it's gone (even longer pause) ooh, grass... (pause of anything up to three hours)' Very restful. Sheep are more spooky. Individual sheep can be quite sweet, but a whole herd of them has a collective 'well, if the bell-wether tries it, we'll do it too. That includes eating YOU, human' mode. And the bell-whether is definitely giving you a specualtive 'I wonder what corduroy trousers taste like,' stare. Or was that just our sheep? They were also spectacularly dense. Once the bell-wether walked off a cliff and five, yes, FIVE other sheep followed her before a marginally more savvy one noticed that the herd was disappearing in a downwards direction and much frantic bleating then ensued.

What I REALLY want is a vicuna - tiny little baby-soft llama-cousins whose fur was so rare and delicate and precious only the Inca himself was allowed to wear it...