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

too. Doesn't matter how much of it is true. It makes a good read!! Still ing.

Well if it was true it would be funnier... It's like offering to buy a panhandler the sandwich he claims to crave.

oh mercy .... oh sweet glory ...

hah ... and hah again ... The Gold, The Map and the Golden Nectar

I mentioned the map, see .... now I know, now I know ......

its what they tell you .. the golden nectar .. luring the wandering spirit-writer over the borderline .. that borderline where fact kisses fiction with its brokentooth marriage vows, where a man stares at himself in the birdie-bright eye and sees something entirely peculiar.... where the word turns to gold ......and where gold turns to any word you whisper ...

oh yes oh yes

the Famous Grouse .. the Famous Grouse

and he's out there .... this wandering spirit writer ..... this crazy Alaskan wordman birdman .... he's out there ..... they call him Firewater .... Firewater ..... Firespirit .. Firecloud ...... he'll turn your whispered words to gold .....

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pterodactyl ptarmigan

ptaxi ... I need a ptaxi .....

? I just wrote niro ...

as in Robert de

no, as in effects of golden nectar and sun (mixed) ...

The Call of the Wild ... Firewater ... Clouds of Fire ..

what ?

goodnight all

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Do the math!

From what the old guy tells me there's 200 cubic feet of gold just on the cabin floor. A cubic foot of gold weighs 1,204 pounds. At $675 an ounce, we're looking at a shade over 2.6 trillion American dollars. I could buy Bill Gates with a day's interest. I could buy China. I can buy the next president with an hour's worth of interest. I think I will. I'm going to need some new tax laws first thing. Maybe I should buy a pocketful of Senators?

So this old guy has no legs. Did I mention that?

I figure I can drop off fuel bladders every 100 miles and take off with the Chinook loaded with about ten cubic feet of gold a load. I'll refuel every 100 miles and go back with a fleet of Chinooks and some heavy Blackwater security to guard my pile.

The old guy still weighs 135 without legs. It doesn't make economic sense to fly him out instead of more gold. But after he walks out, I'll give him his half. Fair is fair.

...

(packs Coleman coolbox (leaving out bottle of golden nectar) and heads to beach, murmuring something about how its all in the math ... if its not in the map, its in the math ... the math is the map ...its all on the borderline ... the birdman is the wordman ... the olden golden wisdom ...)

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How about I buy a modest 1% investment in your endeavor?

My great aunt actually moved to Alaska during the gold rush. She died with both of her legs nd all of her fingers intact.

Yes, but was she owner of a mine with a vein 12 inches thick? Thought not. Nothing ventured nothing gained.

Maybe.....maybe not.

I think she did have to eat her dog named Frank on a frantic dash across the tundra. Or maybe she said she ate a frankfurter. Not sure. It was a long time ago.

Do whiskers count? She had whiskers.

"Let there be a small country with few people...
Though neighboring communities overlook one another and the crowing of cocks and barking of dogs can be heard,
Yet the people there may grow old and die without ever visiting one another."

Lao-tzu

All gold rushers had whiskers. No big whoop.

What *did* she do? I didn't know there were female miners.
If she was smart, she would have opened a grocery store and struck a rich vein skinning the miners.

Leo, by the time I came along she was an old lady. And since she lived in Alaska and I lived in Little DooDah, we didn't hang out together.

It is my understanding - (Lady C can tell you the actual story later) - that she went to Alaska as a young bride in the 1890's. Her husband was the miner. He died within a year of their arrival. I have no idea what the heck she did at first. She remarried and went to work for the newspaper in Juneau, where she worked for something like 60 years. She worked well into her nineties. I forget her age when she died. 99,, 100, 101.....something like that. Which goes to show that fresh air and elk meat are good for you.

Leo...how much is true? I actually was in Whitehorse....

She remarried more than once! She was quite the man's lady, Auntie Ag.

Since she only came back once that I recall--I was about 12--Hyp was 3 or 4, it stands to reason that Hyp doesn't remember her too well--and she did have whiskers........chin whiskers, but she was probably close to 70 then!

Oooooooh. There must be a story in there somewhere. Was she widowed each time? Serial poisoner, perhaps? Or a secret admirer wanted her for himself and kept killing off the ecompetition?

We could make one up, but I think she was widowed a couple of times and divorced a couple more.

Wow. Some people never learn.

If she was still here we could introduce her to D.S.

I would never make a story up.

No, of course not. No made up stories on this thread.........
D.S.? Now, now..........