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

So here we are then.
I went to Starfest this past weekend, and boy was it a /trip./

I think it's fairly safe to say that I had more fun there than I ever have before. Why is this, you ask? Well I'll /tell/ you.

First off, I was dressed as Death. No, not the big seven foot tall Death whose all bony and covered in a big black cloak with a big white horse named Blinky... Well all right so the bit about the horse is right, but that really is just about it. Anyway. If I can ever get the thing scanned I'll put a link to a pic up. But let's put it this way; there was a whole hell of a lot of black and grey fabric involved. And a rather nice scythe as well.

But yes, of the Death thing. I had a lot of people snapping pictures of me, particularly in the bat'lith(sp?) class, as I was totally mixing styles (tae kwon do, tai chi, and ballet will jack up the best of martial artisis,) and kicking down lots of supposedly "experienced" veterans at the sport. Oh, and then there was that Anakin Pratwalker (at least that's what I call him) who was extremely slow on the draw (meaning that when he said some stupid things about Death being a big zeven foot bony guy with a big black cloak I had my scythe blade at his neck before he could even think about putting his hand on his lightsabre. He left me alone after that... Heh.). Evidently, people like to see little blonde girls kick bum. And I am with that.

But yeah, moving on. There was a Harry Potter club thing, and they sorted me (...into Slytherin. I laughed for /hours/ and mock-complained about it being discrimination, "'cause can I help it if I'm Death's granddaughter?" and all that.) and I went to Defense Against the Dark Arts class and got generally harassed by the Headmaster by telling him that if I had a Patronous, it would indeed be a llama. He said something to the effect of "Yes, a dementor'd just be terrified, wouldn't it, being run down by a llama?" and Of course I said that yes, it would, wouldn't it? And I assume he took points from Slytherin house for my being a smartarse.

The llama thing brings up an inteersting bit tho: one of our fellow researchers (or at least someone who knows of him,) was there in the class! Ralph the bloody Wonder Llama! But I only saw him the once, so I am sad, but I shall harass him until I get him to go for coffee or something. He was dressed as a demihuman kitty person and was being generally cool. So yes. Coffee shall be done, if I can swing it.

So yes, not much else happened until the dance, where I ended up being a finalist in the dance competition. (What can I say besides ELF BOOTY GOT SOUL!)

Anyway I'm off for now. Cheers!

-J

How fun! And you got to see one of our fanboys! You HAVE to get links so I can see!!!

I'll get on it asap...

jesus knows i got a lot of pics taken of me, so for all i know they're gpnna be circulatin' like wildfire before too much longer. ...or at least they bloody well ought to be. someone even took a pic of me and firefly, and he wasn't even in costume!

I thought the wonder lama was Dutch

Or am I generally being thick again

BTW : Haven't spoken anyone on this side of hootoo in a while so I just popped in to see how the yank's are getting on

We're getting along all right...


Well I dunno if it were him, Verc, but he said "Ralph the Wonder Llama." So he knows people if nothing else.

Since ya'll are conversing about Llamas, here is a poem I wrote for Jade, that I didn't even remember writing until I found it on my hard drive. It seems she wanted me to write a poem about chickens and llamas.

The Chicken crosses the road, the Llamas sits on a mountain
And both seem to ask the question why.
The Chicken moves on with his life, llmas sits on his wisdom fountain
while the chicken does or dies.

The moral of this story is, since of animals I am thnking
is the chicken the coward beast here? who moves on without blinking?
While the Llamas sits alone on a mountain, sitting on all wisdom,
but rather share his wisdom there, just sits in comtemplation
And so the fool goes forth to be, and the wise keep seated down?
That only chickens venture out, and this puts me to frown?
The chicken goes forth in freedom of spirit, though only fools shall listen
But in his life's young sun, his soul, shall shine and it shall glisten
but the Llmas, sitting too long, on knowledge, on his wisdom like a fountain
Shall be heard no more, like relics are, when he comes down from the mountain.

I think this poem might be deep, but I'm still trying to figure it out myself. Not really, I know what it means. Oh well.

*golf clap for Hijk's poem*

Why don't you ask Ralph on Hootoo if it's him???

I did that yesterday... No answer as of yet tho. But he has two names so I guess I should have left one at both of them. But of late he's been using Ralf the Wonder Llama and Andre the Dodo so I left a message there...

Hooray for poems!

Indeed...

Hmmm... I'll have to think of a poem someday...