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

REALLY! I'm not worried, but it's been a while since I've thought of something daft to do/write etcI feel like I'm in a drought area, nothing silly/inane or otherwise stupid has appeared in my head for weeks
I think I'll have to sit down with myself and have a Arnold discussion (sorry!) frank! discussion about what is amiss unless she got married.

I hope it's only a phase I'm going through, because I'll get no help via any government department, plus the ONLY one that would have been any help would have been the Ministry of Funny Walks and they don't cover anything else that's silly.

Like a cold or fever, I'll just have to sweat it out and let it run it's course and hope that normal service will resume as soon as possible.

Again! I'm not worried, even though 90% of daft stuff appears when I'm asleep (best time to work) nothing is entering the subconscious. Are we due sunspots, extra radiation via space ?. I know it's not because of any mobile phone transmitter masts about or anything in the water supply.

As I hit the pillow (figuratively speaking) the internal debate shall start on finding the cause and answers/cure to the problem, unless I fall asleep and the material in my cranium that classes itself as a brain switches off. They say mind over matter, ha! they've never met my brain, as even I know I can't control it, but it'd better get back to "working" order and lets the daft stuff flow again, or I might get worried, not that I'm worried at the moment OK!!!!!

YES!!!!!

NO????

THAT WOULD BE AN ECUMENICAL QUESTION!!!!

Drink!

triedto no avail it has worked in the past, but last few month

my humour has emigrated

I know it's not gone on facebook though

...going through a (for me, unusual) manic phase. I hope it doesn't last...

it will! and it stops now

Prof power says so

now it's kip and the hunt for lost humour starts

stay safe and well my friends ok!!

(or else!)

If it hasn't turned up by the weekend we'll get a search party out.

Goodnight.

Back to shoveling leaf mould in the garden while I've got about an hour of sunlight left. Just came in to get a soft drink. Nearly have the 1 x 2 x 10 meter gulley I found at the west end of my fenced back yard I found when returning home after 10 years absence filled in.

Another layer or two of compost and leaf mould and I'm going to plant it to a birdseed wind brake.

I always find a good hour or two spent scraping the remainnts of the batter, wipped up on the spot, for the pancakes, over in Canada, or Alaska, helps, along with a few hours spent roling about in the snow trying to find my poncho, with my dog, Fido, who is obsessed by the abscence of the apostrophy, whilst quietly humming the theme tune to the German national anthem, and then going on a hike across the side of the left building which is to the right of the main tower under the lake, helps..... and if not there is always alcohol, or a quick flurry of wizzardry with a lady who is breading a dwarve, and saving up stamps for a holiday beside the seaside, where she knows that they do things differntly.... Well, either that, or maybe... naa... that would just be silly

...as the sun slowly sets behind the Santa Rosa Mountains...

Yes! Because we all know what happens when the sun slowly sets behind the Santa Rosa Mountains....

That is when it all happens, maan, I remember, that time, like way back when, when we were all young, and things seemed so beautiful, and anyhow, like, if you can take the hole truth, its like so awesome, its tublar... and sure enough, as sure as the sun sets, so to do the worms come out of their litle worm holes... and the sudden worm invasion ... well that can't be bad, not considering the price of potatos, at this time of year in particular....

If that all gets too much, though, I guess its lucky, because it is right about this point, that a furr trapper, would be most exclusively welcomed by the travelling salesman, pressumign, of course, that he had any carpets to sell in the first place... I never did quite believe his clames... you know... all tha tstuff about magic dust, and the mountain goats that believe their orangutangs? All sounded to me, at the time, like something of a fluffy dog storey... I told him... But he just said the orangutang wasn't fluffy, but it was orange... which made me laugh.. I mean... who'd ever heard of a travelling salesman, selling carpets, who can't source a decent mountain goat which hasn't got dilusional claims to be an orangutang... exactly...

Or... oh. no. I got that wrong. that wasn't where the sun slowly sets behind the Santa Rosa Mountains, that was somewhere near bondai beach... or Beccles... I always get them confussed....

Bombay Beach, perhaps. One can still see the Santa Rosas from there.

Try refolding your tinfoil hat, Prof.

I know what you mean, though. is in for about two weeks of depressing epistemological maunderings from me. I need to be funnier, but my allergies and worries got in the way.

to shop for baking foil, 12 mtrs should do

Prof before going on a search it's a good idea to have a few pints of real will help you on your search.

The traditional idea is to feed a cold and starve a fever.

I hope this feeds your cold as it is a very funny joke:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DvHOXiP9O_Y

Van

Kat, I'm not a drinker - whisky/vodka only

nice one Van