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

Yes, indeed.

But Oh well, it's another way to get noticed isn't it?

It's more than that.. it's a b****y challenge I tell you. Oh yes. I'm not going to take this laying down you know.. Censorship is the restriction of one of the basic human rights, which incidentally is defended entirely by the Human Rights Act that was recently ratified in the UK (about b****y time too..). But I suppose this is their place now and they have the right to delete anything they consider inappropriate.. and I know they want people like me to give in and p**s off. But you know what? I'm not f*****g well going to. GRRRRRRRRRRR!

Um. Oh my, this side of the Tangent Girl I have not seen before.

*smirks*

No, seriously, it's just too much to handle. I think I'll write a lovely indecent letter full of words that mean much more than trifling humour.

This is the roar of the behemoth Mate! If there's one thing I hate, it's people trying to take away my liberties. They are fundamental right of everyone that exists within a democracy. The BBC are the paid employees of the British public. They have bought an international voluntary writer's group and have erased a vast amount of effort and dedication by its contributors. It's offensive and against the very spirit which this Guide was set up with. To say that I am angry is an understatement. A vast overstatement. *growls dangerously*

I understand. No need to beat me about the head, I just a little wee thiing with knitted socks. Please...???

*pats Draeven reassuringly.. then, feeling slightly comforted herself, proceeds to bat him about the room like a kitten with a milk bottle top*

OH! *coughs and stands him up, brushing the floor fluff off his cardigan* I do apologise.. My mind was on other things.. *sobs*

*shakes his bruised head* oof. Oh nevermind..it's fine...

*looks at his cuts and welts* Oh my.

*nitices a sob* Oh my.

*comforts the Behemoth, shooing away the nasty fascist flies that buzz about her head*

Be gone evil MAGGOTS.

*smiles a little*

Thanks for your support through this dramatic transformation.. You are a hero in knitwear, that's for sure.. Actually, I'm feeling a lot better now.. My current rage is directed (as it most commonly is) at Microsoft.. Curse them and their slack programming.. Pfft..

*lays down and puts a cold flannel on her head*

All this anger.. It just can't be good for a girl..

Ahh..anger. Tis but a sweet memory of lost youth...
No hang on, that was me first kiss.
Oh yes.
Anger, that's right. When your ears turn red and you feel like your teeth are made of sand. When a dull roar like an ocean swell crashes into your ears and you feel your fists tighten.

Pleasant sometimes eh what? Directed properly it can be quite useful.

*hands you a newly knitted beanie and a hot mug o' cha*

Just don't direct this way, alright?

OK.

I'm miffed.

Rather. How DARE people treat other people like they're dirt.

Oh...I need to main something, have you a nice turnip handy?

*hands Draeven the vegetable of his choice*

You're so pretty when you're angry.. *laughs* Go get 'em tiger..

Little B.

You know, I can see why you left this place to its own devices now. Took me five years, but hey. Hope you're well. Miss inane conversations about nothing at times.

Scary to think that we had this little gambol more than ten years ago. Still wonder how things are for you and hope you are okay.