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

I was going to get so much done today. About the only thing I actually accomplished was making dinner and, well, this. Which, as of right now, I haven't finished yet, though of course, by the time anyone other than me sees it, I will have. Unless I just delete everything and start over, in which case no one but me will know I said any of this, which begs the question of whether or not this will actually be accomplished or not.

Free mufflewhumps to anyone who can make sense of that

I just deleted a long, bitter reply to your last post.


I may rewrite it tomorrow, but right now, I'm.... considering it.

(I've been drinking)

Oh... that sounds bad... I'm not bitter about what you posted. I'm bitter about my little town.

I'm also worried about a little lost dog I may see on my way home in a few minutes.

I claim my free mufflewhump. I'll decide what to do with it later.

I understood what you said, but am unsure whether you wrote a lot of extra stuff and then deleted it.

I have a suggestion make, Amy: if your schedule is a bit uneven, why not seize a moment when there's some free time and write several days' worth on entries. Then you can simply post them on the intended days.

So lets see, you wrote it before you'd written it and then re-wrote what you'd written before writing it so what was wrote isn't what's written but is what's posted.
Makes perfect sense.

I claim my mufflewhump.

That would take pre-planning, paul

I actually didn't delete anything (though I'm wondering what BG deleted)

*hands out mufflewhumps*

Actually, so am I.

Well, at least you came back to reassure me it wasn't a bitter thing about what I wrote...

You know me too well, don't you?

Though I don't think even I could think that this particular journal could inspire a bitter rant

I erstood it.... I think.. .totally....

I guess, one could summerise it, quite succicencty.... or something... I mean, basically, that which is writen, is that which is written. that wich is written, cannot be unwrote, though ca bere-written, but, that which is re-writtn, is itself written, and so can itself be re-written, cannot be unwritten, but can, like that which was first written, be unseen beyond the writters own relm; that which is written and read, is written, and read, but that which is written and read, but which was re-written, was not, and canot be read, except that which was re-written can be, which is not entirely the same, as it was not that which was written, only that which was rewritten.... that which was written, and delted, or written adn re-written, and deleted, did exist, but not wholely outside the realms of that of whom wrote it, and, cannot, therefore be re-written, or read, cept by the hand that wrote it. If that which was written, delted, re-written, then posts, ten that isread, as that which was written, even though it maynot, entirely be that which was eithr re-written, or written....

heck... I think I explained that all quite clerly...

Quite.

cheers Amy

It was probably about the little lost Jack Russell I saw yesterday. I was very worried it would get run over as the street I live on provides access to another neighborhood. It was wearing a Harley Davidson harness. Cute little thing. It would almost come to me, but not quite.

I just saw the little dog run by my house again today. Well, at least he's not been run over... yet.

I was walking through the Christmas section of a store [Macy's?] and noticed special Christmas collars for dogs.