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

I floated away on a cloud of marshmallow-smelling memory, and searched for my absent destination and source.

I'm looking for a girl who has no face,
She has no name
Or number.

I know a girl with a pretty face, an uncommon name and an eight-hundred number. She charges 2.50 a minute.

Today my grandmother packed up all of her china, which was rather extensive by way of projects, as grandfather loved to buy her new things, eventually leading to her possessing five full sets of china, each with an average of sixty plates and including matching serving platters, tea sets, and sour tureans.

What a crock, man.

Today the movers came in and unpacked all her china to repack it in their spacial china paching boxes. That took about four hours with six guys, my mother, my aunt, and my grandmother helping.

Wow, where are you moving? China is always slow because you can't throw it in boxes like, say, books or paper ....

I'm not moving, my grandmother is. She'll be staying with us until her new appartment is ready. All her sisters and her best friend baught into an appartment complex that is still under construction (and a bit behind schedual).

Gentle Valley Condos -- if you lived here, you'd be home by now!

Antelope Freeway -- 1 mile.
Antelope Freeway -- 1/2 mile.
Antelope Freeway -- 1/4 mile.
Antelope Freeway -- 1/8 mile.
Antelope Freeway -- 1/16 mile.
Antelope Freeway -- 1/32 mile.
Antelope Freeway -- 1/64 mile.
Antelope Freeway -- 1/128 mile.
Antelope Freeway -- 1/256 mile.
Antelope Freeway -- 1/512 mile.

...

I just read an interesting book called "Instant Lives" that is written in the style we write her in the begining of this conversation.

By whom? I have to check that out ... weird.

It was written by Howard Moss and illustrated by Edward Gorey, the illustrator this convo was started to promote.

Ah indeed.

It shall be checked. In the meantime, here is some light music.

*kills the Muzak, drags it out back, and drops it in the woodchipper*

*puts on Nick Drake*

Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime.

What shall we say, shall we call it by a name
As well to count the angels dancing on a pin?
Water bright as the sky from which it came,
And the name is on the earth that takes it in.
We will not speak but stand inside the rain,
And listen to the thunder shout
I am, I am, I am, I am!

I do so enjoy the melodious tones that eminated from him. I use his music to go to sleep and show silent movies with.

I miss Jerry Garcia. And I really, really miss John Entwistle -- as a bassist myself, he will be sorely missed.

[mourns the lost musicians]

Where I am, we used to celebrate Jerry Garcia day, Aug. 9th I think it was.