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

well, since no one else seems to be reading this, i guess i'll give a little jump-start to it. now then. what can i say about this article? it emanates a certain macabre sense of hate and loathing for all things wholesome, which disgusts me in the extreme. the author is obviously highly bitter and untrustworthy, and , judging from the painful obviousness of his red-hot hatred of the world and all the self-deluded, self-absorbed little maggotlike muskrats who walk its blighted surface infesting it like a leprous, burning infection, he has a serious social problem. but i could be wrong. yeah, that's it. forget everything i just said. never mind.

i thoroughly disagree with the preceding view of this article. i see this author's views as not unnecessary cynicism, but a healthily sensible and realistic view of the world, unskewed by overly hopeful delusions of a perfect, utopian world in which no one dislikes his work. this shows a good amount of stability, inner calm and the unquenchable self-confidence which comes from the serene knowledge and acceptance of your own inadequacies. one thing that i do find disturbing, however, is that this guy is so bored and lonely that he is having an electronic conversation with HIMSELF, which in my view threatens his going image of rock-solid sensibility.

I agree with both aforementioned opionions, becuase I am a spineless, gutless fence-sitter, destined to do nothing more than cybersquat on other people's home pages filling them with the kind of smarmy, useless crap that most people often find in the less salubrious orifices that populate their bodies.

*intake of fresh air*

Hi, Bahb - I see you are a Monty Python trivia quiz master. Well, here's a thronw-down-gauntlett: What do the dinner guests die of at the end of Meaning of Life?

*whizzes home, laughing maniacally*

why, isn't it obvious my dear? they died of stupidity!