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

Having to manage without Pod (and, to a
lesser extent, Nighthoover, though I never
met him) is enough to drive you to drink.
But, it could be worse. I might have to walk
to drink.

Nooooooo, he's still not here

So, unfortunatly, it would seem. and neither is nighthoover where is the electrition when you need them... *gurgles profoundly under the grafnont

Hey, I hear a gurgling sound under
the grafnont.

Only me! *shrugs

You'll let us know if you ever get
in serious trouble, won't you?

Who me?

Do you realise I first met POD about a year ago! How much can change over a year

*drifts off into a dream, where Pod and Light and a marriad of Nighthooverites rode the whild windes of hyperspatial rifts over the westen spiral arm of teh galaxy, soacking up the few photons, neutrinos, and ocasional good bars and grills that cropped up... Blisfully gliding on a beam of light over the rings of saturn whilst drinking a esxtremely large vodka, and whilstling the tune from Dam busters... *wakes up :::::: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!: I gotamanageaweekwithnointernet! (which doesn't explain teh gaps, or lack of them, in that last few words, forming, what, I will eratically, and suddenly call a "paragraph"; though teh word for me, like "sentence", holds no meaning) *drifts off again... passivly floating above a lake of pure green, with whispers of starlight and cloud dusting about on all sides; and the sight of a good bar and grill just visible over the nearest of the infinate number of horizons..... ing about internet connections

2Legs, your last post was an interesting
marriage of beautiful images and
spelling.

Is that the kind of marriad you meant?

I'm pretty sure he meant myriad... Which I don't think I spelled right either

ah ha! You know I canot spel Myriad indeed, ... A myriad of textual sensations drifting along the perpetuity of existance ina world without nighthoover what am I talking about? will I ever make sense to me? if I do, then will I begin making sense to otehr people as well!? Or will I simply continue gurgling under
the grafnont Whilst the hornet explosions of arm-chairs dance a tango through the entangled streams of space-time, lapping at the shore of a distant plannet that does not exist outside the realm of Woolworths, where the unruley buyy their consumerable goods in order to create a entirely different type of mint-flavoured Chocolate : I can't remember writing what I just wrote *wrinkles up space-time, placing it in a small plastic M and S carrier bag, before steping outside the Universe still no pod

2Legs, your posts are, well, interesting
and well worth reading.

Stream-of-consciousness?
Stream-of-anything-that-comes-into-your-mind?

Consciousness? make it stop!

Consciousness? make it stop!

Consciousness? make it stop!

Consciousness? make it stop!

...And so, as I wondered through my mind, synaptic clefts opened allowing glimpses of long forgotten memory's of existances not lived. And the dampening effect of the mind ebing over the crystalised forms of illusional dreaming, confronted the weary like a blast of air, pushed along the middnight tube. Braisened, and afronting in its honisty, yet, diluding only those that observed and saw not its incredulity. This, like time, passed, and leaving behind not a single impression of its presence, could not be said therefore to have happened. Which confussed endlessly the continuing presence of its absence from the thoughts of minds encapsulating themselves with images, like a cheese wrapped in foil.

stop!!!....it doesn't seem to have worked...I don't think the universe is listening to me today


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*sheds a tear for absent friends*

Maybe it's just as well I didn't get the minutes to be able to call you from the meet, 2legs... Putting you and Tac on the phone together and not being able to listen to both sides would have driven me nuts, and being able to listen... Well, you've heard me when I'm gasping because you're being you and Tom's doing his 'Amy's-on-the-phone-so-I'll-do-the-faces/kung-fu-thing-to-make-her-laugh' routine...