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

picklement...picklement, hmmmm... I LIKE IT, I LIKE IT!

what you mean the pickle has started to grow of its own accord while not hooked up to 120 volts???

truely astounding and amazing and many many other things

I think this calls for a cellebration

Does it only work with spears? Or would you have electrical arc problems with slices?

I would think you would probably have arc problems with slices since there wouldn't really be enough there to stick the forks in very far without them touching. Unless you want to be wearing your pickle, don't let the forks touch.

Having achieved that level of conciouness known as picklement the gherkin pondered the next hurdle. How to communicate with this alien environment outwith of the jar. Think, think. His options were limited. What senses did these creatures have? Could they smell? Could they see? ok here goes. A phosphorescent glow and a strangley haunting odour.

now he needs a bride....

errr... woman pickle!!!...I LIKE !!!

Pickililly

Piccalilli had reached the bottom. He'd gone. Abandoned. Hadn't the Great Onion warned them that their relationship would come to no good. What had happened to him out there, alone, where no pickle had ever existed before. For all she knew he could be dead. Was he being tortured by some evil researchers. So many questions for a young and beautiful pickle. She drifted into an uneasy, vinegary slumber.

Pyckle, Pyckle glowing bright,
Between the fork tines of the night,
What experimental hand or eye,
Could switch on the fearful electricity?


(With apologies to W. Blake)

Aaaaaarrgggh.....aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrggh Gherkin's screams of agony bounced off the kitchen walls. Nooooo..get those forks away from me he would have shouted if he had evoloved the power of speach. Struggle was futile as again movement was a mere evolutionary pipedream. He twitched and glowed as the current increased. The researcher didn't care. He was sadistically enjoying his agony. Why of why did I leave the jar and the beautiful Piccalilli was his last thought as his sodium-D emission waned...

Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? Pickles? GLOWING pickles, you say? Hm...

pickles??? where???... oh yeah, all over this thread.

This thread has now officially been pickled

2legs once sat upon 3legs
With 1leg in his lap.
Along came 4legs and
Ran away with 1leg
Up stood 2 legs
and
Threw 3legs at 4legs.

a pickleman sitting on a picklestool eating a pickleleg. pickledog steals pickleleg and receives picklestool right on the pickle.

Well done, Riotact. Here is your prize of a virtual for the correct ionterpretation of that little drama.
BIGAL

There was a pickled man,
And he walked a pickled mile.
He found a pickled sixpence,
Beside a pickled stile;
He bought a pickled cat,
Which caught a pickled mouse,
And they all lived together,
In a little pickled house.

Regular visitors to this thread might be interested in the Guide article, 'The mint with the hole' (A2771921)

This reminded me that if you crush a polo (or a 'lifesaver' or, indeed any hard-boiled sweet between a pair of pliers in a dark room, you will see flashes of light. This is due to a phenomenon called triboluminescence and is due to the friction as sugar particles rub against each other.

You need to be in the room for a good while beforehand for your eyes to become accustomed to the dark.

Come to think of it, I'm kinda amazed none of use mentioned it already here. That's one of the first things I thought of when the glowing pickle was mentioned.

I've done that one before... Not with pliers mind you, just other students jaws in my school dark room.

Anyone know of any naturally phosphorescent foods? I know some liquors glow nicely under UV lights.