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

Ok, I'll freeze the Carribean Holo-Program and save it for a later resume.

Stairway to Heaven? That's a great classic tune. An appropriate ambiente for it?

Hmm, let's think .....

thinking .....

thinking .....

How about ...., no, that's not good.

I think we'll just turn off the holodeck and return to the Rat Hole. No need to waste energy to create a projection if the real thing is absolutely ok, right?

Right you are, Jeremy: There's no thing like the real thing!

By the way: Any illustration of "Stairway..." would probably give us all vertigo.

What drink is good against that, I wonder?

errrm,

a Highball?

Probably has to be a l-o-n-g drink, no?

Well, I think, yes, it has.

Never took me tooo long to down one of them, however !

Allright, then: Down you go, high ball!
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...rock bottom

I've spent last few days in RL and you know what - real people were listening "Hotel California". It means spring is finally here, the days full of lovesongs and red wine. I'm fallen again .

Lovesongs and red wine ...

sounds great, Hatifnat.

I just had my lunch in one of my favourite places near my job: My first lunch 'al fresco' this year. It was much better than sitting in an enclosed room ... feeling the warm rays of the sun ... drinking a pint of good beer ... eating some oldfashioned, unhealthy food ... must've been paradise !!!

You make me want to have another lunch today. They say it'll rain tomorrow here. But in the sunny days I'm going to have only festival, I'm sure. And it'll last until St. Johns Day which is a very big event here.

Spring has finally come to these parts too. Which is always great of course. But this year it is even greater than usual, because the mild weather makes it easy to clean our waters and coasts from the worst oil-pollution of danish territory ever (a tanker collided with a cargo freighter in The Baltic Sea just 20 km east of were I live). They say that probably 20.000 birds have died (or will die in the oncoming weeks) but it could actually have been very much worse. The beaches - some of the finest in Denmark - are clean for the tourist invasion and fishing should not be affected by oil sinking to the bottom of the waters - which of course was a major concern.

So all in all I think this calls for another round of

should be called the idea of the week.
*rises the *
Who wants to say the toast?

I think I'll say the toast.

*clears his throat*

*sips some *

*takes a deep breath*

*says*
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"THE TOAST!"

LOL
ROFL

I can't see you ROFL.

Let's see ...

*Dials James Brown's "Get Up" aka "Sexmachine" (sorry, moderators, just a songtitle) into the jukebox and starts singing along*

"Get up!"
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"Get up!"
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"Get up!"
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*to be continued for app. 4:30 minutes*

Enough, enough!
I've got up already. So, where we were? Oh, ! (Can't we colour it red and take the bubbles out?)
*sips a little*

Well, I'll give it a try, let me see ...

What I happen to have right here is a 1996 Raboso from Conegliano, Italy. You know, I don't really care about buying (or, for Zarquon's sake even drinking) highpriced wines. I want quality and taste, that's all. If I can have that for €5 per bottle, that's fine, if I have to pay more that €20, it's getting hard to really enjoy it.

Would you like to try it? It's one of the best red wines I have had so far (compared to the price you have to pay). Not too sweet, neither too dry (sometimes you think you are swallowing a bucket of dust when you get some 'dry' wine, I don't like that).

Very fruity, ..., etc.

Oh, just give it a try!

*smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack*
mmmmmmmmm
Good!
Maybe little dry for me.
Let me try once more.

Hey, hold it, hold it, hold it!

*hastily grabs a glass gefore Hatifnat gets too accustomed*
*downs it*

Mmmmmh, that's my thing!

How about turning the holodeck device on?

Let's say, a small Italian village at the south rim of the Alps, Friday evening, a warm breeze blows up to the little 'agriturismo' where H. and J. are sitting on the porch, looking down to the valley, sipping some Raboso?

*sips Raboso*
*a distant sound of playing children is heard and somebody sings a song in unknown language for Hati, it sounds sad and happy in the same time*
I think I'd spend a half of my life sitting and doing nothing, just enjoying being, all the small insignificant things.

*a pirate disguised as a folk musician enters the scene, tunes his guitar and starts to play and sing*

"Oh Hati, my Hati, my heart it is aching
for love and for light and red wine

but you are unfaithful, you drink with another
and me?, I am left here to pine"