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

As I'm getting sick of tripping over them.They are worse than popups because I at least have software to deal with popups.



Love Incog.

*cough
But, how can anyone be offended by nighthoover, our prophet and saviour? *appologizes I didn't think they were everywhere* on here, though there are obviously a few in reverence to our mighty one

YAY!!!

Another thread for the disciples to post to



* cracks open the and settles down to wait for the return of the Messiah *

It could be a long wait

3 days till the one year anniversary!

Just what we were looking for a post from which to notify the masses of the impending 1st anaversary of nighthoover disappearance (oh tradgic day) on the 25 of this very month we honer our glorious one the most nighthooverly and mighty son of the One True Bob and pray for the second coming of nighthoover (oh glorious day) And, once again the true ruler of the spaces behind pieces of furnature created as a result of the skirting board preventing furnature sit flush with the wall, and the area where much dust doth collect, and that region only rendered nighthooverly and nighthooverable in its essence by the mighty one, the one true prophet, the prophet nighthoover son of teh One True Bob

Let us read from the Book, and contemplate our nighthooverly existances:

Taken from: Book one of Dustotaph

- the first book of Leocxrulets: Called:
Hooversis

"1:1 At the start, determined as without doubt not being at a point after, secondary to, or certainly not the end, the end being any point" at a current time not immediately after, preceding or any region directly at the joining of (a minimum of) any 2 points in time one of which does not, cannot and will not exist, there was Dust.

1:2 and the Dust did hold much filth and was dark and dank, and the prophet did see that the dust was dark and dank, and without form, and the prophet did move over the Dust and the dirt thereabout.

1:3 and the prophet said, who hath left the power lead in such a state of entanglement?, Let there be disentanglement: and there was disentanglement.

1:4 And the prophet saw the disentangled power lead, that it was good: and divided the power lead from the plug.

1:5 And the prophet called the power lead Cable and the plug Plug. And the day after going to the Pub the prophet did awaken with the first hangover.

1:6 And the prophet said let there be an appropriate time for in which to successfully dispatch of the dark and dank Dust of much filth, and let it divide that horrible time known as pub closing from that other horrible time when the big yellow thing floats in the big blue thing, called sunrise.

1:7 And the prophet made an appropriate time for in which to successfully dispatch of the Dust which be both dark and dank, and hold much filth, and it did divide the time between Pub closing from the time of sunrise: and it was so.

1:8 And the prophet called the time between Pub Closing and Sunrise Hoovertime, and the next day the prophet awoke with a hangover.

1:9 And the prophet said, let the peoples in the Pub gather together in one place, and let late opening commence, and it was so." Lettuce pray <rainbow
Our nighthoover,
who does reside in teh pub,
nighthoover is your username
though It looks like you have lost your password,
rejoice in your nighthooverlyness
and return to us your presence,
for yours is the hoover,
at night, and at night
nighthoover this day,
evermore

Amen.

You're all a bunch of loonies

Indeed we are. We need the guidance of the mighty one to lead us back to the path of true hooverlyness.

Hmm, Yes.
and your point ? The other night, as I did sleep, between the time of pub closing and sunrise, I did dream, and I drempt of eutopia, not that which might, for example, at random, be expounded in the republic by Plato, but a whole new eutopia designed by its own existance to recaptulate the fears desires and wants of its own existance in the delay time between existance and chip shop closing. And, it was through this hallucination, that it becamse very clear that the oppertunity, nay, the great overweelming and majestic oppertunity provided by precluding none but that which cannot be included allows a grasp of reality that bewitches the unreconsilible in the manner of a unearthly being that fore want of creation can devour the evil that stems the plume of unstoppible evidence in accordance with that which may, or may not have ever ceased to exist ass a consequence of its own futility, in the universe that can but not preclude the indivisible from the thoughts of the unsighted bubbles, passing through the loud and the lame, like a infitismle spirited creature of a many pronged nature, which denies its sufference through sacrificing that which has never existed in the relms of the unwashed laundry basket, and through the mist, the curdling milk of the matter that exists, the non existing revery of the hum drum, cannot, withstanding the pancake bar, presume its own pesimism for the want of that which it itself cannot achieve due to teh undenible nature of the matter, the non existance and bubbles, flying, over the whole creation that begs the whole question of its own existance whilst laying comfetably on a beech towel, under the calm waters of the clouds, that delight and at once dispell any prequisits that could themselves once have been quinterstential in the whole, entire, unbelivible development of the greatest, most benign of humanly creation, that which has given succer to the masses, and masses of bubbles to the gathered, for whereever such a causal directional hypothesis cease to exist, or have never have existed in its own dimensional and temporal universe, shall be found, by those that fear to look, and look we did, continual, never ending and sacrifical in teh manner of John Lee Hooker, berefting all of their all, whilst dilivering all to those that sacrifice their minds to diliver from themselves the matter and non existance of their minds, developing onwards, to a time distantly linked with the pancake bar, and this creation is good, it is nighthooverly, it is the hoover, and we are thankful for we are mad, we few, we mental few

There ought to be a law.

I read something once, about the law of gravity, it all sounds a little far fetched to me... and, after all, it has to be the rest of teh world that is bonkers, not me, and, asif further evidence was required, my desk, the carpet and computer chair all agree, as does teh curtains

There's a very simple command that lumps them all together. It is .

It doesn't stop them bunging up the askh2g2 list, though.

Although I suppose the multiple 'breast' threads make me just as guilty of that

Could all the nighthoover _disciples_ be lumped together, and be thrown in a nice padded room somewhere?

B

to Nighthoover

Persecuting us for our religious beliefs is a little out of order don't you you think????

Oh mighty nighthoover, when will you return?

Soon

if nighthoover returns
....................(s)he will be so scared that will blobk this website forever or (s)he will sue the BBC.



the nighthoover followers anoys me
....people it is no longer funny....to be honest is very scary!

I think they are worse than trolls.

Incog.