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

H. hltb

Bye Hoo

I just read your page, I understand, and I'm really gonna miss you for a number of reasons. Damn.

I guess perhaps I'm a bit too idealistic about *my* vision of what h2g2 has the potential to be, refuse to allow 'reality' to mess with my idealism, sometimes. So now I use this thing for my own reasons, mostly as a means to sort my head out and keep a kind of record, for me, of who I am and what I'm after at any particular moment. I don't post to much, though I lurk a lot. And I think I learn a lot too. It'll not be the same without your words here, though. Seems as if you're so often there poking my mind in the places I lurk, coloring things in with your own shade of Hoovooloo blue. The spectrum is gonna be somewhat less vivid and balanced now.

Anyway, many thanks for what you have been here. A selfish request: if you continue to do the things you do, but somewhere else, I'd love to know about it so I can continue to see the Hoovooloo blue. I think you know how to contact me should you wish to. If not, Ben can tell you. I *hope* she fulfilled her mission from MoG.

I find it hilarious that you surfed out of here on a wave of spam.
tsk tsk.

Que diabolo esso?
Hoo is this?... I've seen your replies to some things on ask h2g2 and then bounced to your page to see if (o joy!) you'd returned and I noticed that your replies weren't noted in your conversation list.

Surely, SURELY you're not so chicken-shit as to respond for whatever reason compelled you but try to hide it from your space? Tell me it isn't so! (or tell me it IS so, and allow my mental image of your integrity and crustiness to be thoroughly blown, but pleeeeease don't keep being so god-damn-contracdictory. Or tell me I'm totally off-base, and why, in thouroughly blasting language, and allow my reverence of the blue Hoo to remain intact at [email protected]) but.... has someone hijacked your Hoovooloo?

ciao

We seek him here
We seek him there
Us researchers seek him
Everywhere
Is he lurking?
He is too!
That demmed elusive
Hoovooloo

I bottled out, honey. I am sorry!

Next time, though, I promise!

Ben

Alas. Next time, and no excuses.

I was kinda lit when I typed that last post... can ya tell?
Still wonder about the mystery, though.

hehehehe I LOVE your poem! Puts me in mind of Winnie-the-Pooh, the version they showed on tv when I was short, the creepy part with the (was it heffalumps?) that morphed into teapots? I haven't seen that thing for most of a lifetime and I have no idea why that's the picture that comes to mind, but there ya go.

ooOOOOOooooooovooloo