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

I like that suggestion, ITI.

I wish I could make scientific amazing things happen, like ITI's options.

Or any amazing things.

I guess medicine is an amazing thing. There's lots of amazing things.

I hope our little planet is going to be OK for a while longer yet. .

If the Boy Scouts have anything to say about it, it will. I have spent the afternoon with some amazing Boy Scouts.

My greatnephew is now an Eagle Scout. They all did so much work, that if effort alone could save Earth, they'd do it. Cool kids.

Awww wonderful! Cool kids indeed!

Some amazing short stories are now available in the h2g2 ...

Oooh nice, I'll be there, be there.

Settles in with

That's a strange smiley supper. .

Looks like a plate my youngest greatnephew piled up. (He's a growing boy of 11.)

Excellent!

Could add

Great Post, as always, dear creative Ed.

Thanks!

45 minutes till the nation is once again dragged into the emotional hellhole of the fictional town of Parminster.

What? Huh?

There's this drama called Dr Foster. This is series two. It involves this lady GP named Gemma Foster and her cheating husband Simon, who is now the most love to hate guy in the land. .

Series one got dark. Gemma wandered around with bottles of wine and a knife and there were lots of close ups of Simon's phone, with txts coming through from the other woman.

Its damnably brilliant, even though the characters really need to move on and get over each other.

And of course, one watches just to be part of the next day's reviews. And the tweets. Hilarious. Last week one woman tweeted something like 'Dr Foster has made me hate my ex husband and I've never even been married.'

Series two is really hamming it up. I saw a trailer in the gym. Gemma is looking wild. Simon is smirking in a vile way.

I must prepare.

Dear Journal,

Feeling arty.

New day, new way. Fragments of an old story, finding new skins.



Golden light encountering circular thoughts.



What??? I'm making photo pix and adding strange titles, like a diary. Except I can't put the pictures here, lucky you, they're just kind of lit up blobby shapes, with turquoise and gold.



And ...

Oh, supper time.

Dear Journal,

and Hey mvp!

I have a feeling you might be returning to the h2g2 shores quite soon. Hope you had a great trip to France!!



Anyway, just to say that our fake diamond lizard brooch/Buddha stories are in this week's Post. With a wonderful picture added by the Ed, complete with the Buddha, a lizard, and some unusual powers. . Well, I think it has unusual powers. I tell it things. It answers me, strangely yet wisely.

It tells me to hike to the retail park, write five incomprehensible poems on the bench outside the pizzahut, then follow the invisible arrows to the place where faithful souls offer carnations to tiny animated plasticine godlike entities.



No, I don't know what I'm talking about.

Can you still get plasticine I wonder? I used to make sculptures out of it, which could explain the above writing.



Of course if you're back next week, then that's last week's Post. If you see what I mean.

And once you've read this posting, you might regret coming back at all.

looking good!! Just in, had a quick glance.

Been in Topsham all day, on bike. mmm. Nice.

I went straight to the piccie of the lovely dog before I knew it was attached to my story. .

Back to read, and add comment, after supper.

Cool, bon appetit!

Having got that lot up, I will now go away to play my *new* (new to me, anyway) organ! Which is down at the foot of the stairs now, thanks to super-helpful relatives and people from church.

Back later!

Excellent! You can go to your happy heaven.

I can make LOTS of noise now. We not only have a piano, but also an organ.

Now to teach Elektra...

I shall be the neighbourhood nuisance. There are several things you don't want your neighbours to acquire. They are, in reverse order of awfulness:

1. A drum set. (The worst, I can attest to this.)
2. A tuba.
3. A saxophone.
4. Several accordions, all playing at once.
5. An organ.

However, the lady across the street and one over is also an organist. Her mother was an organist. As she is in her 80s, that's a lot of tradition. She can come over and play this organ. That's one on our side. She's Lola's godmother, anyway, and Molly the cat has been to visit her a couple of times, too.

I believe there's enough space between us and the next-door neighbours that we may not bother them unduly.

But boy, is that satisfying!

Love the list. Several accordions all playing at once. That's hilarious. A mariachi band?

That's good. Keep in with the dear lady across the street. .

Elektra's going to learn the organ? Excellent.

It would be a good survey. What's the worst ever musical instrument a neighbour can acquire. I think we've been quite lucky with the instrument aspect, touch wood.

Just the odd electric guitarist, and opera singer. Actually, the opera singer was a bit of a test.

I remember the Mutoid Waste Company started up for four days right next to our group camp at Glastonbury Festival, drumming on their henge made of old cars.

The camp consisted of a van, a tipi and a couple of tents.

The Mutoids are great, but we had to have a group meeting in the middle of the night. Should we move the tipi?

We never did. The thought of sloshing around in mud at 3 am carrying tipi poles was too much. The people sleeping in the van and tents could have moved, but there would have been a mud fight.

Sounds like an interesting, er, group.

I didn't say Elektra was going to learn to play the organ. I said I'd like to teach her... These are two different things...

Ah,. I see. Definitely two different things.