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

Having actually taken the GUIDED tour, I now have some concept of the place I have stumbled into, and LO! it was a sign. No, not EXIT. Several months ago, at the Fort Lauderdale Jazz Brunch, there were three women, 3 bottles of champagne, 1 sunny day complete with blue skies and balmy breezes licking our nekkid tootsies, and some really fine music to sway to as we nibbled the tiny bubbles and bitched about our romantic entanglements.

Karen had a sex hangover, I had a pussy in heat, and Erin was extremely bored in her marriage. I decided we needed to create a tear-off callendar with a romantic recipe for every day, so those anal men who do nothing without consulting a palm pilot could preplan a spontaneous interlude with their sweeties. Magnolia Thunderpussy was born, like Aphrodite, from the foam of champagne instead of the sea. They said a web site would be better,so we involved a computer geek friend and came up with a game plan. Having never really used a computer or been on the internet before, I was to handle the creative aspect, manage the research, and write it up. They were to make it happen. Well, their lives all got really interesting (read Chinese curse) so nothing ever came of it, except for some really fun research at the Elbow Room.

Then a friend built me a computer 6 weeks ago, and I decided to learn enough to do it myself. So, here I am, ready to rhumba. The world works in mysterious ways.

And I happened upon the perfect format to air the Thunderpussy, so I guess it's about time to seek out the wisdom of the local sages, and see what happens next.....

Well, you sure pulled me in to what I hoping would be an incredible ring-side seat for some serious creation. Please don't stop now. Pray continue with the perfect format for the creation of the Thunderpussy Website. And should you need a beta tester, well I can make anything technical break, and I am more than happy to volunteer for any testing or focus groups for Thunderpusy or whatever.

Many thanks for your offer to support me in the Thunderpussy venture. As my ignorance is just abounding all over the place, I suspect it might be a while before I have an organized site in place. Meanwhile, I'll continue to push buttons and learn how to make this spaceship dance.

Just checked out your roaches, and there is MONEY to be made there, boy! In human form I work as a makeup artist, and it occurs to me that there is no cosmetic line out there which has yet cornered the market on bugs. What a population to miss out on! If I were you I'd contact Origins and see if you can sell them the idea. They are a natural line and already make pet cosmetics (no, I am not kidding) so this is a GOLDMINE waiting to be discovered! Go ahead--do it--I dare you!

Thank you for your input on my roaches. My room mate thinks I am quite sick. These two and one other are prototypes, of course, prob the only painted roaches in the universe (you prob know the answer to this). I've checked with Davidson's and they also do not have a line of supplies for this market. I'd like to get a little better at this--a la Ukranian Easter Eggs. And a new potential canvas: A newspaper article last week called horseshoe crabs "the roaches of the sea". Well, I never. I have looked at little airbrush units like are used for doing nails. Imagine the possibilities!!!

But I digress. Pushing buttons, assuming you push all the right ones, might make that thunderpussy lift right off the ground. And again, I offer my assistance. As for credentials, why I was told not too long ago by a very close personal friend that "[I] know how to push all the right buttons."

Good morning! It was fun chatting with you last night--keep in touch. Forgot to ask, though--do you use roaches you find dead already, or do you sacrifice them for the sake of ART?

Have to scoot now, got a bunch of replies to the peeper problem, and need to give some more info. And work awaits--gotta go sell youth, beauty and the American dream.

Hi Everyone!

This is how I want to do the Thunderpussy venture. Please keep in mind that I am grossly ignorant in all aspects of computer usage, so that is where I would really appreciate some help getting this thing started, if you're interested.

I want to make an interactive site that will contain:
1. M.T's Exotic Erotic Adventures and Advice column. Don't want this to be porn--just want it to be titillating and fun.
2. Recipes for a good time--unique cocktail and cuisine recipes that I can make an edited version of, maybe including links to other sites?
3. M.T. and The Invisible Bikini Raider From Nimbus III--set up similar to Foxxy Manor, taking place here in Fort Lauderdale. This'll take some time to start, as I don't have any of the necessary pics for it. We were going to make a movie last fall, never got the whole crew together at the same time, so had to let it go for the time being. Think it would be a kick, though.

Any input would be greatly appreciated!

P.S.you can ICQ me at #83557748 if you want--just identify yourself so I don't write you off as another foot fetishist or cross dresser. Not that I have any prejudices toward them, mind you. Just that chatting about high heels and lingere lost its charm after the novelty of ICQ diminished.

OK, I found you and this Thunderpussy thing sounds great!

If I can actually get it started on time, we'll be having a joint birthday party/coming out fiesta at the Elbo Room the first weekend of Oct. Maybe you can wend your way north and join us?

I have no bikinis to offer but I have no qualm a-tall about watchin' 'em. I'm no cross dresser, thank you very much, and I don't mean watchin' 'em like they're still in the bikini BO teek waitin' to turned from merchandise to pure works of art at the, ah, hands of some fine representation of the female persuasion who is properly bronzed and shapley.

Not sure about this Foxxy Manor or Nimbus, IL but I'll be happy to hug a barstool and offer politically incorrect commentary. Magnolia Thunderpussy's and bikinis, what a combo. Put some coin-operated washer and dryers in there, too.

--gez

Hey, darlin'? You really gonna be upset with me if I run around sans bikini? I guess I could throw some old rag on, but it seems a shame to cover up such a masterpiece, don't ya think? Now, what did you have in mind we do on the washers and dryers, huh? I'm all aquiver...

In another incarnation I dreamed of you
sans bikini, and awakening my head was throbbing
until you drew me to you and held me
and enfolded me within yourself,
so that we lay together quieted and calm
until the morning came and we walked hand in hand
at the line on the beach where froth and foam
reminded us both of coming in darkness before the dawn.

You're back!
Whatcha been up to, darlin'?