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

what?? How exciting. Never seen Proust in French before, although my laptop couldn't figure the shortcut to Madeleine. Poor laptop, gets blamed for everything. heheh. I have filed the link, and will unravel the mystery of Madeleine. Anyway, I don't have a garden party this weekend. .

is what I wrote in my previous posting. This is unusual, and yet to be expected when you live in a land somewhere South of Somewhere Else. .

Somewhere Else is an interesting town. It is populated by thoughtwaves that shine luminous green when the temperature rises above 20c.

I've always liked to go to Somewhere Else. I think it's where I'm invited to lots of .

Hey Bel, luvvy. Ah yes, I will check out you guys in your new place, can't resist. heheh. I will wear an ape suit on shy days. .

Have a good flight. Don't forget your extra strong mints, a needle and thread and my email address, and send me postcards, no wait, I will send you postcards.

yes yes yes beeeeutiful coffeeees in Cafe Somewhere Else!! Which is in the town of Somewhere Else. Beside the bus station, where buses arrive all the time, because they know there is Nowhere Else like Somewhere Else.

I wonder, will this be my last intelligent statement on BBC h2g2. heheh. I always thought my last words would be intense and poetic.

Still time. heheh.

CC, here are some pretty animal pics to send you off with:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/15061273

That reminded me of a hymn, perhaps fitting for the fact that we're all testing out the dimensional conversion as we speak:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSjYHvcfn1U&feature=related

hah! laptop understood glowing blue jellyfish and some insects and the Isle of Somewhere. heheh. Nice.

Messages received despite fading software, and fading bluejeans which is irrelevant, the jeans bit, but somehow necessary, and hey, tis me who should be sending you messages, because I am just going to Brighton and you people are moving house in cyberspace. Mind you, there are similarities.

Don't forget your pink mac in a pack, your grey and white stripy socks, your notebook containing 39 different recipes for creme caramel written backwards with an HB pencil, your 20ft tall plastic palm, and my email address. Thankyou very much.

Good list.

I tried to read the Proust. If it's all like that, I think the word 'self-obsessed' will do as literary criticism.

Let's hope we'll all meet again on the other side of the great divide - the new h2g2. Unless I bump into you in Brighton, of course.

Lots to look forward to over there. Please trust me on this. I can't say more...

MVP, that is a beautifully succinct way of describing Proust. (And many who adore him.) He went on and on and on...

I wish he had been confronted with the timekeeper at the Ignobel Prize ceremonies. She's an 8-year-old who tells prize-winners: 'Please shut up, I'm bored...' until they leave the podium.

In case you don't know about the Ignobel Prizes, look here:

http://www.thecrimson.com/article/2011/9/30/ceremony-ig-nobel-research/

We watched the ceremony. It was a hoot, as usual - especially the opera they performed (about coffee, you'd have loved it, CC) and the Peace Prize, which went to the mayor of Vilnius, Lithuania, for running over illegally parked luxury cars with a tank.

And they say scientists are boring!

Heh-heh. Thought you might enjoy that.