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

* brings cup, LP-records for the jukebox, and some dirt... *

Welcome aboard, O!

Could you just move over a bit, so I can put my pile of books and things on that bit of floor? Would you like a sweet? Oh, please don't sit on my office motto "A tidy desk is a sign of a sick mind"

::Loving the Motto:: Hi Mund, what's up? Do you like the place?

I'll be really happy if I can just find somewhere flat to put my coffee down so that I can finish my beer.

Oh, but you must spill some on the floor, hun! It's tradition!

::looks around::

There- put it on the Jukebox!

A spill's one thing, but tipping the whole thing on someone who might become a friend in five minutes is another. I'll put it on this piece of carpet I've just found between the suitcase and that guy's leg.

And while I'm relaxing, I'll work on an idea that I had five minutes ago - an untidy web page where you know there's a link to Messy Haven but you can't remember where you put it down.

Well, there is a floor under that, somewhere- find it, if it makes you happy. Maybe, as one of the owners, I can arrange floating trays or something- would that make you ?

Floating trays? You could whistle, and one would bring you a drink, but you didn't order the pineapple and tomato juice.

Or you could could use them to impose a messy order - hundreds of floating trays like quaking shelves, and you load them with all the stuff that accumulates over the course of an hour or two, until you have a shifting edifice of - organisation would be putting it too strongly: off-the-floorness.

And then you switch the lights off, the power goes, and they cascade down, strewing your valuables and sweet wrappers in a new I Ching of mess.

Oh, how sweet you sure know how to speak to a girl... Ok- I'll get a cleaner everty now and then- after all, the place should be MESSY!!

Mess isn't a matter of "should". It's inevitable. It just happens.

Somebody arises from behind the coffee table (which you'd forgotten about, given all those Sunday paper sections).

"Blessed are the skip-fillers!" he intones, and his followers take all but a tithe of the stuff from your floors, to rest in tidy self-fulfillment in some landfill site just beyond your consciousness...

And half an hour later you're thinking "I'm sure we used to have a carpet down there somewhere."

Well, I'm sure we did! Being the very verbal guy that you are, would you mind me referring you to one of my friends, Sad, mad or bad? She's a verbomaniac and an talk you silly. I'll just go find her link and get back to you...

Here:http://www.bbc.co.uk/h2g2/guide/U156285
Go to her page- you'll be impressed!

I can take a hint, but I'll hang around until I can find my watch.

By the way... It's just after midnight over here in England. It must be a little later where you are. I hope you don't carry your devotion to mess over into your nursing duties.

No hints, sorry! I just think u 2 are quite alike...

of course you have to clean occasionally! that's what is for! besides, *getting* it messy is half the fun! you could install a cleaner that automatically cycles once a week or so, that way we can start fresh on a regular basis

Cleaning doesn't help. You just have to work to understand the migratory patterns of the mess.

Mund's perfectly right! But still...
:::: Let there be order!! ::people floating on air, mess being straitend, carpets being vaccumed, very surprised s are being foamed and washed, and everything and everyone falls back gently into place::

::Elly looks around, wrinkles nose::