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

This morning's earworm is in my temporal lobes like an epileptiform seizure.

"Und der Haifisch,
Der hat Zaehne,
und die traegt er
im Gesicht"

round and round like one of Penfield's patients undergoing electro-cortical stimulation.

Nine hundred millivolts
exploding on the surface of
my brain, delivering songs
and catches at my soul

Well we're supposed to have gone to Dunlop for new tyres for Sipho's car but it's a bit late now; near midday Saturday. Won't be open Saturday afternoon.

I've had coffee and methylphenidate.

I have satten hereby synce eight o' th' clock and not donne nane thing.

What a waste of a day. Just sitting.

The Xhosa and English free editions of Words are here. As is the book of poetry called Dorchester Starlings.

I have no idea how to distribute all these books. I tried CUM but they weren't interested.

Sindi might help but I've lost her telephone number thanks to a certain person.

Pretty tired and hacked off.

I've completely given up on Helga and the radio station now. That's all in the past. Time to move on.

Good morning


Here it is anyway

Have you thought about an agent?
Not necessarily to hire one as to mimic one?
Or you could hire one?

Get them out there, right?
At least brainstorm with folks on that part.
Usually, I have heard, pie makers are not so good at selling them

Watched The Men Who Stare At Goats. Funny.

I wonder whether I'll make it to church tomorrow.

Perhaps with my new medication I'll be able to manage it.

The thing is, I don't like leaving church alone.

I don't know. I dislike self-promotion with a passion.

We'll just have to see what happens, if anything.