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

maybe.... maybe its the real nighthoover returned to test us! BoBoBoBoBoBoBoBoBoBoBoBoBoB kiTKiTKiTKiTKiTkiT lettuce run through the marzipan forest with little egg cups on our heads again

An' lo...
it came to pass in pursuit of the hoovering, that Mad-hat McGandy
did walk barefoot all over Indja for most of the years of his Liff,
starving and malnourished, threadbare and sickly. He became
a super calloused fragile mystic vexed by halitosis.


~jwf~

lettuce pun or... perhaps a lettuce bun

jwf

Yes, lettuce bun with the tiniest smidge of mayonnaise.

And lettuce spry the nighthoover sees our crumbs of decency

There are plenty of crumbs on my kitchen floor... and not a nighthooverer in sight time for another lettuce mayo bacon roll lettuce bun lettuce I think I'm going to put the egg-cup back ontoop of my head in anticipation for nighthoovers return

Ponderific. If I were the hoover of dusk, or the dawn of suck or appropriate honourific and I have been working to undermine my own dichotomy or autonomy or fallow state then would I truely know it myself? Lettuce mull the mulled wine and sup the supperdish. Lettuce blow the man down and rag the mainsail. Let us...cucumber...the...er...cheese.
Hmm.
If I am and then was and will be moreso, how do I know? Ultimately self-defeating nighthoover or self-destructing hybrid? A quest I smell.
Or it could be 2legs's feet.

Indeed, laminatedly so. For none of us can, truely, ever hope to fully understand that which is not understood, nor that which can be understood but which remains in a non-understood state of non-knowingness. For as each is on our own seemingly individual route to true knowledge and direction, yet in our myriad paths throughout the known and observable, do we each on our own directions, necessatate that which can affect both others, and in their own directions, have others affect onto us that which they do not yet themselves alone know. Only thereby can it be seen that in the direction of the parts we each take, is not necessarily the end-point to which we aim, but moreso the path itself, which is as itself an end to a greater enlightenignment than possibly even the end-result of the directions we take able to divulge to us. Each path though it seems seperate, is thereby entwined with each other path, and the myriad paths, like myriad rays of light through a stained-glass window, creating its own secondary, or perhaps tertiary path, direction, and thereby end-point, to which perhaps even not one of the indivdual paths itself may ever lead too. However, that it is there, or may be there, or has the potential to be there, wherever there may be, is in itself perhaps the only goal to which knowledge pertaining to will ultimately one day, perhaps lead, or at least, in its laminated manafold conatations, give rise to in itself an entirely and probably hitherto unknown or un-thought of potential to gift those on the paths, some knowledge that even the collective paths themselves might not realise or be able to give reason too. For this and in this, then it may be that as fruitless as all paths seem, and as doomed to failure all paths ultimately are, the inate likelyhood of failure, ney near certainity is in itself an indication that ultimately all can be paths that suceed by virtue of all paths failing.

That last post is almost pathological.

Almost*? and.... you mean all my other posts arn't even near?! Must try harder must try harder
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For only through the act of trying can we render our catrition for that which we are in ourselves through our actions in the observable universe responsible for, give rise throughout to a new yet related state indicative of that to which was before not attainiable unless without withholding that which bestows to us the enlightend and heightened state of awareness as to which we came from our irrational fear of the unknown things which creap at the edge of our vision; The creatures which garble our minds with their increasing untouchableness yet increasing awareness thereof. Those things which, until we are not aware of them in their entirity are themselves more powerful as they lurk unvoiced and unattainible outside the relms of our waking conscious, feedly flitting throughout those aspects of our subconscious vision and perception, crawling, creaping and noiselessly interfering with our every waking day, yet barely perceptible are quantum-connected to the reality of which we obtain only slight perception of. For as they twist and turn and warp our every thought and process of logic, and corrupt our vision fo the world as others can see, so too do they slowly errode our own sense of ourselves until at last we are reduced to mere shadows of our origional self qua self, as their insipid strangulation of our conscious renders us to nothing but a mere puppet of their own evil actions apon others.

Jesus H Bob Dancing Christ! I HAVE SEEN THE LIGHT!! Amen and Howdy Doody to that, preacher man!

*composes self*

Halibutlula All will as they pass from teh state of not knowing to the state of knowing, through perhaps many intermediate states of not knowing that they're not knowing to states of knowing they're not knowing and of nknowing they're not knowing what they're knowing about what they're knowing, but once you've seen the kitchen countertops made ins pain and the laminated paper sheets through the door from the postman then and only then can the trueth of the knowledge of the small nasty creatures hidden on the edge of our perceptions and outside of our own perceptibility regarding our conscious state of being within the transdimensional palin of the one true reality of teh unknown quantum state of not being and being in the same as each for it pertains as we find ourselves thrown wantonly onto the plain to which we once wished to find but now which itself has morphed into that to which we must all ultimately attain withinn our heightened states of awareness and panic not as for those who do not yet have found their solice in this can we be sure that us, in our devotion to the cause have in our conscious and unconscious foudn that to which we must and have desired for the longest of all, bereft of the screaming faces of the tiny creatures on the edges of our vision we can escape their flesh crawling and tearing manafold attacks apon our mortal souls and once more be able to jump out into the street screaming at the invisible obsticles in our paths

....
So essentially, if I have extracted the essence of your parapsychological values from the ream of mundane frippery, you say our lives; and I think I have this right, is under the control of tiny laughing imps waiting in the wings to carry us away?
....
Best leave out mousetraps then.

Oh and, y'know. Quit.

Yes, mousetraps are a good Idea, I have exploding ones all over my house... And they're not just any kind of imps either... they're horrid... scremaing, scratching squeeling nasty imps... really not very nice... and their tiny legs... horrible... and they get in the walls... and the floors... and the ciling.... and into the postbox at the end of the street... and then they leap down from the lamposts... most ungood I have a speical umbrella I use to fend them off with when I'm out and about.... and then I hoover up all the dead ones from the floor each night in the hoovering hour q u i t q u i t q u i t t i q u i t q u i q u i r KitKiTKiTKiTKiTKiTKiT BoBobobobboBoB lettuce spray

Tiny minions of the that rearrange things in cupboards, delete files on computers and bite chunks out of paperwork.

Let us hoover them with joy and the odd whack with a hockey stick

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*hides from the monster*
If only.... we could ... but then.... lettuce spry

only nighthoover can save us now KiTkiTkiTkiTkiTkiTKiT BoBoBoB lettuce spray

Boo!

on the settings page (the one with your e-mail info) at the bottom center I notice they inserted a red box: Delete my account. I am certainly NOT going to touch it.

Yea, but it didn't say "cancel".