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

This is all non-understandable to me.

The other conversations wrap just fine because the words have spaces in between them. When a message is wrapping, the browser just inserts a line break at the last space before the edge of the screen. Without any spaces, the browser just expands the viewing area to a size that is larger than the screen. The rest of the posts on that page then expand to fit this new, wider area, thus creating an eyesore and confusion for all.

Is all of this understandable, or should I try again?

It's 50% understandable. But I wouldn't worry about trying again.

I seem to be having trouble being understood lately, anyway.

Oh? er, 12:18.

Oh, I get the explanation. (though not the 12:18)

Yeah, so if one thing doesn't break because there's nowhere to break it, then other things will only wrap where the non-broken thing ends. So theoretically, if someone had left a really long post, it would have wrapped.

Well, it's back to normal anyway.

Where are the mice??? We have our credentials!! We demand scholarly work in our fields!! The union will hear of this!!

So you get it, now?

Where are the mice? What have they been doing all this time? Have they forgotten about the university?

Aren't I asking a lot of questions? Could it be because I've just participated in a question-only marathon?

Where are the mice?

I want to sign up as the Professor of Magecraft. I have experience, being the Minister for Magecraft and all...

The bit about the 12:18 was so: You said that you had TROUBLE BEING UNDERSTOOD. I pretended to misunderstand you, thinking that you had asked the time. Hence 12:18.

YUUUUUURRRR. We want our credentials. nurrrrr. *Waves spiky object in direction of mice whilst eyeing more combustible university buildings.*

Ahh, okay. There was something like that in Life of Brian.

"Weally, centuwion...I'm supwised to see you wattled by a wabble of wowdy webels."

"Uhh...A big fundraiser, sir."

Yeah, that's where I was lifting it from.

*lights petrol bomb and prepares to throw it at university outhouse, where someone is going to wonder if the curry they had last night was really all THAT hot.*

We are qualified. We have the right to be professors, and the right to be tenured.

*comtemplates bringing in the Thingites to parley with the Mice, will they come quietly or no...*

Don't we have a professor of something lethal that can threaten the mice to come over here??

Perhaps you should start a new thread titled "Hey, mice get off your lazy arses and get the **** over here, I want to be ****ing Professor of Lagomorphology."

Sure you're not a professor of profanity?

I tried starting a new thread, with an axplanatory title, but I never heard back.....

Nah, profanity's just a hobby .

Hey, everyone's got to have a hobby.



..Perhaps we should start calling this forum the Not-Quite-Faculty Lounge....

Maybe there's a different conversation somewhere called "Get a Professorship."

*Realises he's been holding a petrol bomb for 12 hrs, and huriedly blows it out*. Actualy, the Not-Quite-Staff Room sounds good.

I'm lethal!

I'm also a soon-to-be-Thingite, so perhaps that wouldn't be the best role for me.