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

Wonderfully alliterative isn't it? The Harem seems to be winding down due to a certain lack of enthuiasm on our respective parts. I'm just dropping in to have some cocoa and a nice chat. So how are you these days? Everything going okay? Here, have some .

Whoops! Stupid me and slow computer> Ignore the other entry.

Whoops! Stupid me and slow computer> Ignore the other entry.

Whoops! Stupid me and slow computer. Ignore the other entry.

had the same problems - and lost part of a guide entry to it too. Rest of the web is fine, so I blame h2g2...

Shouldn't I be offering or s, as the host? Ahh well...

I'm fine, I guess. you?

You know I was wondering about that...why everything is so slow to load now on this site that the Brand New 100% Improved with Sugar-Coated Marshmallows H2G2 has appeared. Suddenly I'm double posting to forums, where I never did that before. And here I thought it was me, impatient as usual, and the piece of crap computer I work on at my place of employment.

I'm a fortunate girl, you see. I get to play on the Internet while at work. Ah the things one gets paid for....

My life is a little silly right now. I'm dealing with a new, more sober life, yet again another possible romantic dailliance is withering on the vine, my ex is creeping back into my life, and my father is dying. So this site is becoming one of my outlets to forget about the real world.

I'm not a stress-induced eater, I'm afraid. I tend to "toss my cookies" when I'm upset. That's why I was offering the host the goodies.

It's great, isn't it? I just saw a report from a news guy who seemingly was paid to sit on a train all day. what a life!

I hope your life gets better - we all go through downspots, don't we?

Alright, you've tickled my curiosity...what were you up to when you found out how to make a plastic bag bra?

So many facets, so many sides to Lucinda. Who knew?

What would you expect from a dicer? We aim to confuse...

Twas last year - dressing up for 'international women's week' - which was celebrated by a number of drag dances - Spending money seemed far too keen, hence the plastic bag...
Then later on I thought "ooh - that'd be a good h2g2 entry", and so I played around a bit in the privacy of my own room, mucking around with multiples - and trying to avoid the embarrasing situatio of needing emergency sellotape repairs halfway through the night...

You must have had similarly absurd costumes for fancy dress...

I've always spent rainy-day afternoons reading a book, myself. Now I know better. Next time I'll start digging through my recycling bin looking for fashion accessories!

Could you imagine asking your neighbors for some extra tape and seeing the looks on their faces as you stand there in your plastic foundation support undergarments? What could they say?

"Hey! I like your Wonderbra!"
"Did you order that from Victoria's Secret?"


What's a dicer? Someone who cuts vegetables in very tiny shapes?

Oops I forgot my forays into fancy dress...

1) Various Halloween parties where I was a witch, a mouse, a baby, a 1950's greaser, a gang member, a bunch of grapes, one of the Spice Girls (Lazy Spice, I was in me nightie), assorted vampires, a skeleton, etc. etc.

2) New Year's Eve 1988 at the Fillmore West in San Francisco (where I was born and raised). The Cramps were playing and I was wearing a cocktail dress from the 1950's I had bought at a vintage clothing store. It was mauve silk with black netting encrusted with sequins over the top. It had one of those outrageously big skirts, so I wore plenty of black crinolines underneath. Combine that with black heels, stockings, garters, and merry widow, and a faux-diamond tiara which read "Happy New Year!" on top, and that was my best fancy dress ensemble.

Ah, good times...

Hehe - fortunately I still had my sellotape, so I could retire to the gents and sort myself out...
That kinda reminds me of a dare I read while idly surfing the net... "get in the shower for five seconds or so, then go round to your neighbours house (naked) and ask them if you can borrow a towel". No, I can't imagine anyone really did that either...

Dicer - well, some guy called Luke Rhinehart (I've got an entry on him, if you care for more details) wrote a book based on a psychologist who started to make decisions according to the roll of a dice. A dicer or diceperson or diceliver is anyone who does the same.

So now you know...

Is that ethical for a psychologist to do that? Surely (and don't call me Shirley ) he didn't use the dice method of determining treatment for his patients?

Let's see, shall I give the schizophrenic his medicine, or take him to Disney World to meet the kiddies?

So how do you apply these teachings to your own life? Do you truly live by the roll of a dice? Hmmmmm?

There is very little substitute for going and reading the book - which I would recommend to just about anyone. It's at amazon.com, should you be interested...

I dice sometimes. Sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes often, sometimes rarely. It's a bad habit.

Well, it certainly sounds more benign than mugging little old ladies or torturing animals, anyhow.

I have a few bad habits:
1) over-sensitivity and reading more than is meant into people's words
B) over-indulgence in just about anything I like
and
III) profound laziness

But those are pretty big flaws that generally encompass everything in my life. I wish I could downsize to something like dicing.

It's easy to start - dice are cheap nowadays... Plus you can keep your other bad habits! Well - initially, anyway.

{though how 'B' and 'III' are bad is beyond me...}

If you met me, you'd know how bad B and III can get. I snooze a lot, spend money on myself profusely (bad day? let's buy some shoes...), and I'm what's euphemistically called "pleasantly plump". I rather look like a jolly little partridge. My love of cheese, butter, pie, and Italian/Mexican/Greek/Chinese/oh, heck just about any ethnic food gets the better of me. Somewhere along the path of life I hooked food and love together. I've had a deuce of a time trying to seperate them.

I'm lucky I'm little and cute. It's made up for a lot of bad behavior.

that's easy: food is the one that's easy to get...

I have yet to experience the love that can rival my fondness for a big pan of spanakopita and a pot of creme brulee.

Although I have come close...

Everytime I think I'm starting to like someone, they turn into a real stinker. I have the unparalleled ability to attract losers and married men. It makes a girl just want to marry some . At least they don't talk back, make lousy lovers, or break your heart.

*Deep, dramatic sigh....*

My, I'm getting rather whiny, aren't I?

Difficult to get up the aisle, though...