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

...at this time of year? I know I do, and decided to do something about it...

Come and light a candle, in memory of...

http://www.h2g2.com/A463682

Hello, I am feeling lonely because I just joined h2g2 & I can't find any other merpeople on the online list. Can you help me please?
AquaMarina the mermaid
*glub glub*

Hi AquaM
have you tried Glub Med - I hear there are Merppl there

would you please tell me how to get there?
And thank you very much!

turn right at the lighthouse 'til you come to the wreck, turn ½ right through the cavern. After about 2 or 3 clicks you should reach the reef by the portals, turn sharp left at the portals and - Voila!

which lighthouse?
I'm sorry, but I only just joined h2g2 & don't know my way around.

Greetings, Mermaid!

I'm not familiar with Merppl, more of a Forest-person myself, but you might try visiting the h2g2 Waterworks & Beach:

http://www.h2g2.com/A208676

Thank You nogginette and Titania. I am deeply gratified for your help. I'm thinking of starting a thing where you can join as a helper of the Lonely and Blue(do you think it has a nice sound to it?) If any of you have a good suggestion, please say so. Thank you all!

Blue

...because I'm getting these XML errors, they are popping up every now and then, and everywhere...

*sits down, exhausted*

Poor Titania!
Would you like to come and sit on my rock?
Blue, I am feeling lonely because I can't find any other merpeople, although today I found a green jellyfish and a fish called Hugo! *splish splosh*
AquaMarina the Mermaid
*glub glub*

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I will try to find more merpeople for you. Please bear with me, as I have a LOT of homework to do.(Although I'm almost done with most of it.)

Blue

Thank you so much!
I have found other merfolk, and had some visitors!
I was shown how to get to a cafe for fish-folk; and I hope I can have a conversation in Bubblish sometime soon!
Titania, that pic was lovely, I'm flattered!
I wonder if I *could* grow legs sometime, like Ariel?
But I'd miss my undersea friends...
I think I'll stay as I am, and just visit!
Bluebottle, are you a fish too?

OK, to get back to mode 'blue' a poem by Anonymous (this is not the first place I post it to):

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

and for all those computer geeks/nerds/experts/amateurs, also by Anonymous:

Abort, Retry, Ignore?

Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.

Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
Only this and nothing more.
Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
"Save!" I said, "You cursed mother! Save my data from before!"
One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.

Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"
With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

To this day I do not know the place to which lost data go.
What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
You will be one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"