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

Some of my co-workers used to watch the soaps on the staff room television during their lunch breaks. I didn't care about them.

The soaps or your Co workers? or both?

Eurovision, yes. The thing about Eurovision, BG isn’t the music, it’s the theatre of it all. The music is frankly awful. And why not?

The music is largely irrelevant as it is all about the politics. Countries will always vote for their neighbours and not vote for countries they've been at war with, regardless of what the song is. It used to be amusing for Sir Terry Wogan's comments about how awful it all is, introducing the show with positive descriptions such as "Who knows what hellish future lies ahead? Actually I do, I've seen the rehearsals.'
Any attempt to take it seriously is doomed to failure.

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Oh, well that sounds vastly superior to our karaoke shows, which take themselves absolutely seriously... IT'S KARAOKE! Fer crissakes!

Oh, and they also brought us Simon Cowl.

Chart music.

I used to deeply care about what was number 1 etc until sometime in my late 20s early 30s. Really not sure when but I distinctly remember a question on a quiz show (WWTBAM) and the questions was something like, 'Who had a number 1 hit with this song last year...'
A moment of clarity as I realised at that moment that I had no clue and it had literally been years since I'd stopped caring and had never even noticed.

I have remained ignorant of the charts since too

Not that I ever *really* cared about most pop music anyway, but there were always gems amongst the rough. I guess it just stopped being an important topic of conversation at some point, somewhere indeterminate.

My wedding was cool as neither of us cared about the twiddle doo dah stuff. Get as cheap a package as we can, invite our family and mates and have a good time on the day. It was excellent. We didn't even consider chair covers and that sort of baloney.

Mind you my wife is still into all that weddingy stuff to a far bigger extent than me. There are whole rafts of information that us blokes simply have never even discussed or heard of with regard to this sort of thing.

Prior to it, I kind of thought the engagement ring got consigned to a dusty cupboard or to oblivion once the wedding ring was on.

Also, I thought a wedding breakfast was strawberries and champagne first thing in the morning on the day of the wedding.... who knew.

Amongst other things also...

Similarly, I thought a wedding tackle was a gift of a fishing rod ... who knew?

Bloody hell... wedding rings! A paradigm case of a thing I've never had to care about before. I've never worn a ring, and if pushed, probably couldn't even have told you which finger the wedding ring is supposed to go on.

And now there's sizes, shapes (full court or flat court, sir?), finishes, colours (white or yellow, not silver or gold, apparently), and something called 'white gold' which is neither white nor gold. This exists, but apparently both Mithril and Unobtainium don't!

Problem is, any ring looks equally odd and equally wrong on my finger... which I guess means it probably doesn't matter too much.

My wedding will be the happiest day of my life because it'll be the first day for several years when I'm not planning a wedding...

Engagement rings are a scam cooked up by the deBeers corporation 80 years ago and diamonds are intrinsically worthless.

http://youtu.be/N5kWu1ifBGU

I personally feel you should just throw a big party for everyone and have steak and chips but maybe call them saute potatoes since weddings are supposed to be posh.

Arranging a wedding was a highly stressful time which resulted in me being too cream crackered to enjoy the actual day.

This is my idea of a wedding ceremony:

http://youtu.be/O3ea8rmRdss

"You wanna marry her?"
"Yes."
"You wanna marry him?"
"Yes."
"Your married!"


I actually performed this ceremony, only adding a short intro about how, "Mawwidge. Mawwidge is wot bwings us togevva today."

Marital blitz

http://awfullibrarybooks.net/marriage-hilarity/

Ah, yes... The Berensta(e)ins. Proof of a glitch in the matrix?

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/arts/berenstain-bears-debate-is-a-case-of-schrodingers-nostalgia/article25972071/

BTW... I'm pretty sure I know the source/cause of the Mandela Effect. I'm pretty sure folks are thinking of Steven Biko, but may not know much more about him that what they learned from Peter Gabriel.

The whole thing of thinking someone famous is dead when they're not is that not just because they seem very old and in your head have died because they're of that age. The shock hwmbo had when Ken Dodd died because he thought he'd been dead years. I hope I'm making sense

Right now, I can't be sure whether or not Abe Vigoda (the chief in that wedding video I posted above) is alive or dead. There was a death rumor about him in the 1980s, so Late Night talk show host, David Letterman, made a running joke of bringing out Abe Vigoda to say he's not dead yet. Everyone knew him from a police sit com, Barney Miller, in the '70s and he looked like he was a very old man then.

Sadly, (I just confirmed), he actually died in 2016.

I don't care about anything on telly because I don't watch it (hate the way the flat screen makes the colours and the edges look)

I also don't care about anything at work any more. My pension is now in view (probably before the end of the year - can't come soon enough) and I am remembering old jobs I worked in and how I used to get worked up about stuff and now it's all so far away and the companies I worked for don't even exist any more.

Having said that, I still care about my colleagues and will not just sit and twiddle my thumbs and leave everything to them until I go. Perhaps they'll then thank me with a nice pot plant which I may go on to not care about.

Oh - and pot plants. Don't care much for them, either. If hubbie ever kicks the bucket, the first thing I'll do is chuck out all the house plants.

Whoops - did I say that?

Just read BG's post. I didn't know Dave Letterman was dead.