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

It's a rare day that I get myself drunk, but I have done so today. I vaguely remember something about being upset at my boyfriend.

So anyway, I sometimes say the darndest things when drunk. I thought I'd give it a try here, and I'll read it tomorrow and see what I think when I read it tomorrow. Did that last sentence make sense? Hmm.

I was thinking that Demon Drawer is more congenial when mostly dead. And ZenMondo has turned out to be very nice. And I wish I could meet some people from h2g2 in person, but there's just Gw7en of the great Tiger Story in Denver and I'm always hesitant to meet women alone because I've been accused of coming on to ugly women far to many times -- apparently because bisexual women who talk to other women are automatically coming on to them. Or something like that. I'm as baffled as you are.

And I really like h2g2 and would like to work there someday, except of course that this is a ridiculous pipe dream and they probably pay just awful. All the internet companies in the UK seem to pay wages in bottle caps, and I'm not sure this would justify the incredibly awful expense of my computer-related degree at a private university. And anyway, they seem quite clammy on that sort of thing. I don't even know why I thought it, except perhaps I'm spending an awful lot of time here and would like a justification.

I have a headache. And I have chocolate. Perhaps the one will help the other.

And could somebody please clarify about the copyright issue? I seem to remember the terms of use thingy saying I could republish my own work if I wanted, but that information doesn't seem to be there anymore. Is this to say that my rights have been revoked, or are they still there since I haven't expressly given the digital okay to any changes in the arrangement?

I found a little jar of blowing bubbles. My headache is feeling much better now. But I saw the Good Witch of the East in one of the bubbles, and this is clearly a sign that something is very, very wrong. I shall go to sleep. Then if I have any additional delusions, I can write them off as being part of a dream.

To dream, perchance to sleep.

Please forgive any typos, non-sequitors, and grammatical somethings. Blegh. :-p

Getting Drunk ain't a crime (well in and of itself it ain't...) I am curious as to what someone who does not drink does drink when she intends to get drunk.

The copyright issue on h2g2 if I recall correctly, is that they (THEY being The Digital Village) have a non-exclusive copyright on all h2g2 content. That is, they can do whatever the hell they want with whatever is on h2g2 (including this very message) even making money on it without sending any our way. However since it is non-exclusive we ALSO have copyright on anything we write, so WE can go do whatever the hell we want with anything we contribute. The non-exclusive part is a reason why I do things under a pseudonym here, but clearly associate myself (U115588) with my other pen names.

Thanks for the clarification on the copyright, ZenMondo. What you said jibes with my understanding also. I just couldn't seem to find the "non-exclusive" part in print last night. In retrospect, I probably couldn't have found a

I drink wine coolers. I have learned through my very scant experience that one makes me silly and talkative, while two puts me to sleep very quickly. Last night I started typing after one, and finished shortly after imbibing the second.

I may also drink wine if it is offered to me at a social occasion, but I won't drink more than half a glass. Drinking in public is dangerous for me, as I tend to say whatever comes to mind without regard for what other people may think.

Anyway, I was actually more coherent than I thought I would be. I also appear to have forgotten what I was upset about, which probably explains why some people get addicted to alcohol. Hmm.

Anyway, the alcohol hasn't totally left my system. I meant to say that I probably couldn't have found an elephant in my own apartment.

The amount of time between your two postings is enough to break down all the alcohol in your blood.

In Germany you say someone is "Lustig" (funny in a positive sense) if he has drunk one or two beer.

I guess you can get just as addicted to hanging around h2g2 (or get drunk on virtual beer) and end up with the question, what you were angry about before going online.

Getting Drunk in public isn't all that great. I agree with you there. I prefer to get drunk in a small group of close friends. With a one year old son, the opprotunities for that however are few and far between now. My (everyday non-alchaholic) drink of choice is Tea. I spell Tea with a capital "T" because I revere it so and it deserves to be a proper noun. I also tend to spell Love with the capital L for the same reason. But I digress... where were we? Oh yes, preferred situations to get toasty.

For me its at home with good company. My perfered path to this state is through my home-brewed mead. I also really dig that Guiness in a can with the nitrogen widget thing. Those rock. It helps if there is something worth celebrating. But I won't let the lack thereof stop me either.

(Re: Englander) You're not supposed to call me on it when I blame alcohol for my temporary deficiencies!

(Re: ZenMondo) I have yet to find a cozy group of friends that will remain cozy after I start saying things in my drunken state. I'm afraid I get rather... personal... about it.

*wishes she'd been by earlier to offer Fragilis some virtual alker seltzer*

Hey! I heard that!

*grins slightly sheepishly*

*Engländer coming in rather "lustig" after sharing a pint and his problems with his friend Hans*

So what are you like when slightly sloshed, then?

Was that an open question to those of us participating in this thread or was that pointed at some in paticular?

I was replying to Englander. But do feel free to reply. I'm always curious.

*Engländer coming in from a swig at the Parkrestaurant with the old folks from the "Sportverein" (i.e. Sportsclub?)*

Well, here a live example! I´m realy feeling swell! We had a discusion of what to do when overwhait and unsporty and which training is the best if you should go into a sports studio, and I just go chatting along and feeling fine

There are two ways of getting "solshed" (nice term. H2g2 does so much for my vocabulary)

a) You are depressiv and need to get yourself doped to survive the eavning.

b) You are in a good mood, have no problems on hand and just go on partying and WHOOPY it´s just lovely!

There are, of course, mixtures. Half a year ago I went to a meeting of the local green party and we were discusing public issues. Somebody had brought a Californian wine (Julio Gallo, does that meen anything in the states?) and I had several glasses, and well I ended up talking about my life, my biggest mistakes and what else I do not remember. It was realy bad, because I didn´t get home and my friend didn´t have a clue etc. etc. Well, the rest is for my analyst, Gag Halfront around

There are many degrees of drunk for me. The main factors being what I choose to get me there and my mood previous.

Typicly I get happy, and my wife says I get talkative. I feel much more relaxed. It allows me to put my stress somewhere that I don't have to worry about it until the next day. When I was younger, a few beers would get me quiet and morose.

I just go for a very mellow buzz and enjoy the ride.

Alcohol, bleagh. Give me a fat cone of reefer anyday.

I stopped smoking pot about 5 years ago (not that I was ever a heavy smoker Probably less than 20 times have I lit up). The problem is that I got spoiled on great pot while living in Amsterdam. I just never encountered anything near approaching what I had access to in A'dam. I still remember the first smoke I had after coming back to the states. It was at a party, and there was everyone circled like wagons, passing a joint around. Most of them reacting like they were getting stoned out of their gourd. Compliments as to to the quality were usually uttered after someone finally let go of the smoke. I dragged and dragged on that damn joint, and all I got from it was a slight buzz, like the hit right before you get really high. I just could not get high on the stuff. I left just short of high (perhaps the cannibus equivalent of 'blue balls'?), drove to Denny's and promptly amazed a friend with the quantity of grub I shoved down my gullet.

The few subsequent encounters with marijuana in the states were just as disapointing. Since it is criminal to even own 'paraphenalia' (e.g. a pipe) if there are no papers, an apparatus is improvised. Usually its a beer-can. God Damn, if there is anything that can ruin the taste, its smoking it through aluminium and Keystone residue.

I don't think I will get high again until all my children are grown. By then, Marijuana should be decriminalized (knock on wood). My only son is now 1 year old, and we plan on having more. So it seems that I will be somewhere in my 50s before I light up again. I wonder if I will want to...

I'm Canadian Up here the stuff is pretty damn good. It sounds like you got turned off pot by losers as much as by bad pot.

Oh I'm sure there is quality stuff available, I just wouldn't know how to go about getting any. Its just not worth the hassle for me, and its not worth the crazy consequences if I get caught. There is something seriously wrong when the penalties for using a drug are more adverse to your life than the drug itself.