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

http://www.harlequin-survey.org/recognition_and_distinction.htm

it's sexist! where are the gentlemenbirds ?

http://vimeo.com/6714945


relaxing

Ladybirds are 'Our Lady' birds, Prof. The Germans call them 'Mary's beetles'.

yuck! it just don't have the same ring to it

but! then againI'm STILL trying to work out a cock roach

Don't you dare. The Mods will get you.

again!

http://www.wheatleyfamily.net/angels-and-dinosaur/


well I never

Perhaps the angels were really birds

And the dinosaurs became birds

And, as long as there are still birds and , there's still hope for the ?

Hah! Yes.

hurrumph. So there are other angels and dinosaurs out there. heheh. I thought we were all alone. The pioneers. Ah well, as long as the halosaurus seven spotted angelic birdwords flutter through the misty, primeval yet strangely futuristic, atmosphere, all will be well.

Yes, my dear, that is true...all will be well in that case.

the calls of the halosaurus when they see another halosaurus

"Ayup" and "na'then"

(Northern slang for - a greeting as in hello or hi)

Now I flipped totally into dreamsville, and I just saw a passing halosaurus, which greeted me in a friendly way. it said and I thanked it for calling me kid. . It was a fine halosaurus. Kinda green, wearing shades. . I asked it where I could buy a bar of chocolate, and it began to sing to me in some kind of science fiction lizard language, which made sense at the time, and somehow soothed me, although I never found out about the chocolate.

I think this could be a creative week. .

I've just seen an Archangeladon walk past

Really? What did it look like?

it filled the entire window areaso I'm not sure

phew! you don't half put a bloke on the spotfor a quick reply

Ah yes. When I drew my curtains this morning, I saw an Archangeladon flying past my window. It looked at me, and asked me how I was. I thanked it for its concern.

I told it that I was in search of the ultimate expression of Light, and it started to tell me a story about another Archangeladon who fell to earth for a while, and while it was wandering around, it fell in love with a Marguerita pizza in a pizza cafe, and from then on all it could see was the name Marguerita written out in olives over the sky, and every time it saw the sunset it resembled a tomato pizza topping. And it wrote songs about it, and could have become quite famous, but then it had to go back to where Archangeladons come from, although it still thinks about pizza.

Which has nothing whatsoever to do with the ultimate expression of light ... and yet ... and yet ...

Oh Helen, that is just so stoooopid. . Love it. Love the Archangeladon.

I'm also in quite an intense writing space. (clutches brow).I think I will have to run the two tracks together. As long as the pizza doesn't get into the intensity, or the intensity into the pizza. hahah.

Notes from the Middle Way Cafe (a ghost fragment of life story)

And somwhere between the mystery of music, and the magnetic midnight owlsounds, I remember my mother on the wild winter beach. She is wearing her Norwegian sweater, and is as beautiful and as delicate as silken lilies. The atmosphere is torn and tragic and I have sand in my eyes.

And somewhere between indecision and absurdity, I wait for the sunrise in the valley of the crimson flowers, and I see the footprints of ten thousand strangers traversing my headache.

And somewhere between the roadstop and the risk, I weave a loop of words and sighs and smiles, and breathe in new light.

And ...

Oh, I have to go .... lucky you...

is it a bird ? is it a plane ? is it a meteor ?

no! it's a low flying


HEAVENCANTHOSAURUS

Is it me, or are there Faustian resonances in this?

It goes something like this

"The archangeladon who fell to earth is a reference to Satan. The Marguerita pizza refers to the woman with whom Faust fell in love. Are you suggesting that Faust risked his soul for a pizza?"



Or do I just need a new tinfoil hat?