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

there is a kitten in my kitchen, although she has curled up on the sofa now, the brocolli is in a bag but she is doing a good job of guarding it

she likes to hide in the rhubarb patch in the garden...

Wow, now you remind me, it's been ages since I've had rhubarb!

mmm, rhubarb, I like a crumble, hot rhubarb with ice cream,

chilli rhubarb chutney...

not all at the same time, that would too much rhubarby goodness

You guys ...

mmmmm rhubarb! I love a bit of rhubarb, funny word isn't it? Rhubarb. I wonder why rhubarb is called rhubarb? I remember my Dad's rhubarb patch, those huge leaves! When I was tiny I would sit amongst them and make a leaf roof, a rhubarb house. .

(Just checking my newfound spirit guide, the Edited Guide , yes! there's a rhubarb Guide Entry, excellent.)

The Edited Spirit Guide. . Leads me into knowledge kingdoms.

You guys are so great, , it makes me happy to check in with you, you are so real, all here together in the mish mash glory and glare of our humanity. With you I can chew my paws and open doors, rewrite my flaws, we don't keep scores.



I can let my story off the leash.

uh oh ...



Notes on the Stray Story

I like to let my story off the leash, let it wander around in search of alternative endings, a stray story rootling in the earth in search of runestones and a science fiction manuscript.

Amen.

I like the idea of a story that goes in search of runestones and science fiction manuscripts.

I'm not sure about added rhubarb though. Rhubarb with the runestones and hi-fi with the sci-fi?

woodlands with wi-fi

Morning daydreamers

Are you all alright in the wild weather

I was up early so I have picked up bits and bobs, visited my Mum and put an extra fiver on the leccy key. I'm twiddling my thumbs a bit now, I've been trying to do a random chore every other day, today I think I will clean door frames

That's very conscientious of you, Peanut.

I've been getting ready to go to France - we're catching the evening ferry from Portsmouth. Fortunately, in our part of the world, we've just had rain.

I'll bring back some virtual chocolate-coated prunes.

What the French for 'chocolate-coated prunes'?

All food sounds better in French. Just beware the snails!

Evening all! Busy peoples of the world and otherworld.

Chocolate coated prunes? .

Have a fine trip to France, mvp, although now you'll be on the ferry perhaps, how exciting, a night ferry! un petit sac de pruneau au chocolat in your pocket, watching the lights of France appearing on the horizon. Ahh, what is it about ferries? And horizons .....



How I've missed the surreal airwaves . I've been a-wandering on the wilde Cornish coast with my niece, no woodlands with wifi, , thinking about Manderley, and finding seaweed in my shoe because I trod in a rockpool.

Then returned to find the spouse staring at the computer screen having a hissy fit (as Peanut would say) , going no google! no google! we had 24 hrs of server problems, that'll teach me to be mean about bing. Bing's revenge, heheh.

Sci fi hi fi wi fi, nice rhyme, I do love a bit of rhyme, helps me over the blank page, into the next stage.

that is something I would say. Bet those walks blew the cobwebs away

I hope mvp has got to France alright and the weather hasn't disrupted the travel plans too much

Yes, the wilde wintry weather, invigorating if one wants to lose a cobweb or two. . I am now imagining a rather beautiful painting of people walking by a wild coast somewhere with all these cobwebs flying out of their heads.

Off to the windy Brighton coast in a day or so, we'll be cycling around like daft health monsters. That's what someone called us once, health monsters.



Strange coincidence, I was listening to Tom Petty on the headphones the other day, the way I often do. Ah Tom .

One of my fave songs is Down South, with the lyric 'pretend I'm Samuel Clemens' and every time I hear it I wonder who Samuel Clemens is.

Then I check Peer Review this morning and my Edited Spirit Guide ( wink wink )tells me about Samuel Clemens aka Mark Twain! I had no idea!

So there we are. Now I'm happy. Nice Easter present.

Still doing my random research. . Typed in shamanism h2g2 and presto! A6084218. A973604. There's food for thought. I always did wonder about Santa.

Synchronicity, as Elektra and I just updated that Sam Clemens entry, making it about 2000 words longer...

Yay! Mark Twain! Thankyou Edited Spirit Guide for guiding me to the kingdoms of knowledge. .

I love this snork smiley. . What does it mean, snork? . it's good.

Further Notes On The Stray Story

Of course, once free, my stray story is insecure, and jumps around in a funny way snapping at butterflies and thistledown, staying close and watching me.



When it is on the leash it strains and strains, a bold explorer story yearning for the exotic and the erotic, mysterious continents with temples glinting in the hot white sunlight, and wounded love affairs with love itself.



And so we are inseparable, me and my stray story, we walk out together, not too far from home, stitching together the scraps and scattered details from the moments of our being.



Town walks are good for science fiction, stray science fiction, our type. One time it trotted down an alley and found an old silver foil pie container. First it chewed it, then we used it as a light reflector, a marvel! a flash of hot white sunlight glinting off a mysterious temple.



We travelled far that day, standing on the street eating takeaway chips. We watched a lady leave her building and head to the bus stop. She was the keeper of the light, and those who recognised her would find a light reflector and keep it as a gift. Then they would fall in love with her, and have a lifelong wounded love affair with love itself.

PS

My stray story just bit me on the ankle for using sloppy grammar.

It should be 'my stray story and I' not 'me and my stray story', it reckons.



(limps off)

well at least it didn't jump up and bite you on the bum

It tried , but I placated it with Chaucerian chocolate.



What is Chaucerian chocolate, I ask myself? Did they have chocolate in the time of Chaucer? How do you say chocolate in Chaucerian English?

(exit pursued by the stray story)