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

I want 2cancel this account, wat2do?

FAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The original thread didn't have a quesiton mark at the end of *cancel*

Haha.

Hahahahaha.

Haha.

Oh no, not again

2legs - stay strong oh highpriest! Nighthoover is true, nighthoover will smite these heretics with his appliances!!!

*pulls self together Of course you are right!:
We must pull together to remove such faulse prophets form our midsts!:

Maybe we should have a hooverly war?, kind of like a holy war, but more hooverly

Whoopee! We're all going to die, son."


Noggin

so I'm stuck here?

Looks like it. Sucks, doesn't it?

Noggin

*Wanders past singing Hotel California by the Eagles*

You can check out any time you like
but you can never leave

so its not just me then?
I wake each morning, put on my make up no, actually I don't wear make up.
well I wake each morning well, cept those I don't surface till the afternoon,
and, well, I think "another day, another set of uneque experiances and situeations for me to experiance",
and come downstairs, after visiting the bathroom and, have breackfast, and coffee.
and then I come on H2G2 normally.
and I get this feeling, straight from my bones, which spreads through the concrete floor of the living room, upwards and through the seat of my puter chair, and upwards, through the cealing and upwards through the floorboards, through my bed and upwards, onwards and always upwards, towards the caeling, through the cealing and into the unknown of the loft space.
and somehow, I feel that the sinking feelin I feel is the wegiht of a thousand conversation threads, wearing heavily over my soul, and tearing apart the sinues that constitute my mortal existance, spreading outwards through all teh streets, passing by passers by, passing through those sat at tables in cafe's, and somehow, never, at all , has it ever occured that anyone has been touched, or moved to act apon asingle instance of anything that exuedes itself from the simple, everyday hum dum, existance, futile or otherwise which sits, bereft of that which every day i hope, neigh pray will occur.
and, at an instant, I realise the day will continue, much as any other, through interactions and reactions, desicions, and not desicions, until thost that are not made shall be made, and those that have been made are taken to forfilment.
and teh consequence, such as those thathave, are ill-relivile to be connected, in any meaningful way to the inception of teh event to which could be described as causal.
and still.
through it all.
those words haunt me, and, then again, each day i see, each day I read them,a nd the words take on meaning, and the meaning grows.
until, at some point, always tomorrow, never today, and never yesterday, these words, these meanings, shall compound each other to birng about the resolution of a picture so big, so huge, that at once it reveals all, whilst in its enormous entirity, making foreever untangible, the great answer, and inner meaning of it all.

and as such, the suffering, the worry and endurance we must perform to meet with the chalanges of meeting and facing each day a-fresh, with the knowledge of that which we do not know, and the knowledge, seated depe within our hearts, that we cannot, yet, understand the true, great, overall, total understanding of those words, brings to us pain and hardship.
and this is good.
For life without meaning has no purpose, and pain brings purpose.
for our pain is our sucker, and sustains us through that which we do, moving foward, to that existance which we aim to achieve.
and in our suffering, and pain, and angush, we live, and survive, each day stronger each day a little wiser in the knowledge of our own mortality and insignificence in teh whole other-self of the situeation.
and as such we continue to that great glorious day, weather it comes whilst we still inhabit this short existance.
for on that day, rejoice we shall, and rest easy in teh understanding of the reasons behind our suffering

Boring.

I'M BORED!

Time to

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

i haven't a clue what I'm doing here

Sorry to screw up this lovely party you're having, but there *must* be a way to remove your account, as someone has done it before.
Ah, here it is -> A683075 (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, Bureau of Missing Researchers). Chris M (U157153) is the one researcher to have his account closed at his request See, it can be done!
Hmmmm.... Nighthoover... Dayvacuam... Nighthoover.... Dayvacuam....
Oberon2001

yeah, it is closed, so they can't, I guess, log back in, but the personal space, at least the conversation list is still there I think the intention was that people might have wanted to entirely delete their presence onf H2G2, but that can't happen, as all posts in conversations wich they made would be very confussing, if they disappeared, or the name just went blank if only the real* nighthoover would log back in, and all these imposters would just go away

Oh no, I'm back, here, again, how did that happen