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

What an excellent observation.

cor luvaduck I'm such a ninny. .

Not there, Mister D? I noticed you weren't there, even though I wasn't there. And Peanut noticed that none of us were there.

This is the party thread. Not.

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Yes, that's good, mvp. Hah! This explains your fascination with dialogue and writing stores. You've listened to the stories ....

I do like the idea of people being together, wish I could be a party diva , perhaps Peanut could give me lessons ,

Good to get wild sometimes, except I just get wildly intense. . I used to get teased by my friends in the 70s. A good night out with me was listening to Leonard Cohen's Songs of Love and Hate, drinking red wine and talking earnestly about the soul until four in the morning, and then writing peculiar lyrics on table napkins in black biro about rain and pain and brokenhearted kisses.

I remember when I first read Jean Paul Sartre's Nausea, about that fellow walking around being existential and spooked about everything, I used to think oh no I hope I'm not getting like him.

I'm happy these days, I like eating cheese sandwiches on benches.

Maybe the fellow from Nausea should have gotten over it, and joined hootoo. Or Peanut could take him to a party. . What was his name? I must re read it. Or maybe not.

My other favourite book in the 70s was Hunger by Knut Hamsun. That was incredibly intense, about this fellow crashing around in a terribe state, fevered and starving.





Thanks for being sweet and insightful, as always.

PS

Well done, Willem, with your piccies on the FP! Dmitri told us!

I'll wander through the site tomorrow, pick my way through the empty bottles, streamers, and crashed out bodies on the floor, see what all has been going on. .

PS again

Cheese and pineapple hedgehogs?

Quote Peanut

Sunlit spirals today, agitated black dots fading to the East. Mellow green stripes and smoky white question marks accumulating over high ground.

. That's the pattern forecast.

Morning all, in true party style , I'm studying existentialism, I never did know what it was, too busy being in it, or something related to it. .

Wiki entry is great, but a bit long for my scrapbook collage type attention span.


Oooh, thankyou hootoo scribe, this is nicely concise.

http://h2g2.com/dna/h2g2/alabaster/A436673

I didn't know that Nietzsche ended up in an asylum. Holysnakes, that's intense. They were all a bit intense, these guys, but brave perhaps to come out with independent thoughts, in their time.

Good Guide Entry.



I can relate to the no-meaning element of things, that it's up to us to make our own meaning. That seems to be my life. .

The God is dead bit, well ... hmm... perhaps the word God needs to be redefined I'd say, dead sounds a bit... dead.

It sort of links in with Buddhism for me, although that might sound a bit askew. Meaning/no meaning, the God within.

A link between existentialism and Buddhism? hmm. I must think about that. Of course, I'd say they're all isms, until they are understood from within.

yadayadayada. And on I go. .

The crucial thing for me about figuring it out, finding a way, is that it isn't just for me in a self absorbed way. I see it as a crucial act of self responsibility. A political action.

If I find a way, strive for peace of mind, then there's more of a chance I might become a joyful and honest person, awakened to the suffering and delight of the world, less likely to take things out on someone else.

I am a wistful and erring human, hungering after innocence, ice cream, absurdity, cake, beauty, love, smiles ...

....and pattern forecasts.



Lilac scented memories approaching from the North West, will meet with a band of cool silver air hovering over coastal regions, creating fog for a while, and a possible headache, but crimson splurges looking like squashed carnations represent clearer skies and a lovely sunset.

. Now I have to photograph that.

Hmm. I've taken a walk through the site, a changed world out there!

Yay! Here's to the future of the site! Happy for you all, and lots of new researchers, that's great.

Here's to the spirit of learning. .

Or maybe , bit early for



I'm finding it a bit of a glare right now, need to put my baseball cap over my eyes, wear my shades indoors.

The stream seems to have turned to white water rapids overnight.

(that might sound like negativity, it isn't intended that way, I'm just exploring something here about my position on hootoo)

Do you think there'll always be a protected space on hootoo for the more nervy type of artist such as myself?

I think the arts facilities are great, the creative writing, photography, drawing, mixed media.

... it's just that, for me at least, the creative process isn't always about a fun time, it's a way of life that also involves a lot of painful breaking open, and feeling a bit open and weird, if satisfactory work is to produced and shared.



Perhaps there should be a lattice fence, with jasmine growing up it, a shady area with parasols , a tea garden , a zen garden

(or in my case a darkened room with Radiohead blaring loudly out of the speakers)

(who says that middle aged ladies are predictable in their habits?) .

hmm.

Someone could say, well if you're so keen, create it yourself. Fair enough. My journal here is a good place to create, thanks to trusted friends.

It's just that I'm on the verge of retirement, I don't know how much juice I have left to offer to the site.

I'm just having random thoughts, wondering what I'd be looking for if I was a young artist coming in.

Please, again I say, this isn't negative.

Hootoo has always been a fun, yet sometimes tough place for me, challenging, that's good I think. I like the edge.

A special place, where I learned to tentatively put creative writing out there.

Also met such great people, that's what makes retirement difficult, saying goodbye.




What's that song, The Future's So Bright I Gotta Wear Shades. heheh.

One way or another, I think I'll put my shades on for a while.

Any thoughts welcome.

Tea?

Radiohead?

Sweetheart there will always be a place for you here

You don't *have* to do anything writery if you don't feel like it, just be yourself and have fun, come here freely, enjoy your journal as you will

This is your space, a safe space for you

and you make it welcoming and safe and creative place for others too.

You say it is a challanging place for you too, do you feel that on this thread or is it when you put yourself more out there?

Like I said you don't have particulary to do anything, other than be youself you are a wonderful person and wonderful to be around

What I really like about the setup of h2g2 is that virtual space is virtually limitless.

If one conversation or undertaking does not speak to one's condition, one can always move on to the next.

aww thanks Peanut , that's so darlin' of you.

I think it's always been challenging simply because it's the wide open internet, , I'm not a natural, I prefer whispered conversations in dark secret corners with my jacket collar turned up, smoking handroll Gauloises ciggies, which is quite pretentious really, especially as I don't smoke handroll Gauloises ciggies. (these days)



but hey, yes Mister D, there are advantages to it being internet, virtual space is virtually limitless, that's an interesting take on things. . I shall think about that one. That's kinda beautiful.



I think it was all just a bit sudden, a sudden deluge of activity and new researchers.

What if they check out here, this thread, and see this weird dark spider (aka me) wearing shades, sitting in the corner reading Jean Paul Sartre and talking about the jagged borderlines of creativity.

They might go 'omigod I'm outta here' and not join the site and I wouldn't be a good advert for hootoo, I would be a failed researcher, and I couldn't live with myself.



Especially as when I'm in writery mode I produce work that is neither obviously entertaining nor educational, and I felt like I came across as some kind of University Open Day in the throes of a power cut and some kind of cosmic meltdown.

Actually that's really funny what I wrote , it's good to laugh, thanks for helping me.

Notes on The Dark Spider vs Jean Paul Sartre///Weird cosmos///What happened to the lightbulb, it has turned into yellow melting sticky stuff.

A good laugh, indeed.

I shouldn't worry. I don't worry about technical conversations that are over my head, or theological debates I wouldn't touch with a bargepole, or virtual food fights, or 1000-post collections of British in-jokes.

It's Alice B Toklas's restaurant - you can get anything you want.

I happen to like subjects that are a bit off the beaten track - okay, that are so far off the beaten track it would take a sherpa and a team of hunting dogs three days to find the trail. So what?

The fact that somebody else has the good sense to write us a Guide Entry about Bovril merely fills me with unending gratitude.

ssh, there, tries to soothe CC, I know where you are coming from, it is not the same but I have mixed feeling about qotd, one the one hand 'yay' on the other hand I feel terribly shy

No-one is going to put off by you, or this thread

it is part of the tapestry of h2g2, it may not be everyone's tastes but it is beautiful part of it and worth showing off

and trusted you know to look after anyone who might like to wander by, or let them know that shouldn't be afraid to express their true colours, there is a place for them on h2g2, where ever on the rainbow they are

my thoughts anyway

Can I join you in your safe place with a lattice fence, with jasmine growing up it, a shady area with parasols , a tea garden , a zen garden? But in my case, the fence would have to be in my head, to keep out the dark thoughts that live there.

I'm sorry if you've been alarmed by the idea of researchers clumping about in their muddy boots. But one of the things I like about hootoo is that I've not seen much nastiness.

It is good to have safe places to retreat to

but if you could leave a special little gate to let those dark thoughts out, perhaps we could help you banish them sometimes

hah! you guys are so inspiring, and deep and open, hootoo is special. I'm getting used to it again now, thanks to you guys holding me by the tail while I bark furiously into the void and wonder what the echo is.

let's see now ...good to talk about it all again, growing and changing ... I'll try to answer coherently, but you guys get my braincells dancing. I love it.

Alice B Toklas's Restaurant love it.

I'd like to write a story that is so far off the beaten track it would take a sherpa and a team of hunting dogs three days to find the trail. . Quote Mister D. I think I'll make that my ambition.

What do you mean I have already ? Meanies. .

Perhaps me and mvp could sit behind our lattice fence drinking peculiar tea, , and script one.

Yes, I wouldn't want to become so fearful that I don't let anyone in, good thoughts Peanut. I'm good with strangers in fact. Hootoo researchers tend to be interesting and extraordinary people. Everyone has their own rainbow colours eh? .

Obviously I'm less used to internet culture than some, probably all, on this site. .

My nephew calmly informed me the other day that he just made about 200 more friends on Facebook and I'm like what???? He said I should join Facebook and Twitter if I'm to survive the 21st century, I said I said something about dinosaurs like me dancing to their inevitable fate with Radiohead on the headphones and he said cool soundtrack, goodbye Aunty. .

Oooh, the fences of the mind. I love it. Fences, defenses. Interesting. The subtle balance, the secret door in the fence. Defenses are useful for not falling into the void and going mad. The fence that runs along the northwest perimeter of the void is made from .. from ... I sense a story. Bring out the sherpas and hunting dogs.

I had some thoughts about spaces ...

I think I'll spare you, for the moment. .

Onward into marvellousness.

Thankyou

Can I have some perculiar please

Definitely my love, you're in charge of the pot. .

, pops on a brew then

And the story.

Chapter One .....

erm ....

(sips peculiar tea)

What's the first line then?

ooh a brew! I knew I could rely on youuuu. What's the first line then? Of the story.

Chapter One

(what's in this tea?)

That is the first line,

It was a fine cup of tea and everyone wondered what was in it, it tasted like...

(second line someone)