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

How I have missed you. And now I am back. So there we are then.

I suppose I ought to fix up my guide-ml, but that would take effort, wouldn't it?

See, I kept a link to my PS on my browser, so I never quite forgot my password. Especially since I use the same password for just about everything online ('swordfish', but don't tell anybody, 'kay?). Thankee, by the way, for the title of this thread. I finally have something to balance out 'You prat', which has been a standing slur on my good name for years.

*Huffs. Enjoys the sensation, so tries puffing. Wanders off to look for some pigs*

Yeahhh, I thought I'd make a nice one, too. But now everyone knows about my clever ruse, and so your name is back to being soiled once more.

Sorry!

Isn't being a prat part of my indefinable charm?

...Yes.

I know you have some sort of narsty aversion to it, but you really ought to download aim again.

Sweet baby Jesus.

Do we just wade into vast overflowing oceans of idiots wherever we go? Cause it sure as hell seems that way...

I'm not passing judgement on anybody today. No, sir. I had an office Christmas party last night. I was sitting around, bored, the waiter kept bringing free red wine - and suddenly it was the next morning, and I was waking up in bed at home. (Alone, thank Christ.) Hate those drink-induced blank spots - it's only happened once before. But apparently I behaved myself, anyway - just swayed slightly, and became more and more elaborately polite as the night went on. My neighbour who works with me walked home with me, and said I was talking philosophical gibberish, and swearing at the full moon.

Ah, there's an Irish anecdote for you. Shudder.

Hahahaha...

We need to get drunk together. Really really badly. Okay?

Promisse me that we can do that sometime before the both of us die.

I certainly hope so. Interesting to see who'd slide under the table first. Never mind Hally/John, he's a cheap date.

My grandmother died a few days ago, so it's all a bit awful here, but we're attempting a quasi-merry Christmas. Hope you have a good one.

It would likely be me. I can't holy my liquor (being as I'm tiny and such.)

Sorry to hear about your grandma, and hopefully you can have a merry Christmas-type holiday.

We're going to far-away-town for ours tomorrow. I'll take pictures and email them to you. That ought to be amusing if nothing else.

Ah, it wasn't too bad in the end. My mother's family was ten kids, and they nearly all have children of their own, so there were swarms of relatives around demanding dinner and hot port. Before Christmas dinner, I got to lead an uncle and aunt I hadn't seen in years on a trek into the woods. We got lost, got in a thicket, walked in a circle...it was good. Built up an appetite anyway.

Where's far-away-town? Pictures were mentioned...

I had to go to a backwater town called Chico and hang out in a really tiny house. And not eat a lot of food.

But hey, I got me some pink sweaters. So I guess that's all right then.

Pictures are coming. Give me a few minutes.

How did you spend your drunken Irish-type holiday?

Kingland nearly got arrested for a DUI! Huzzah!

But then we DIDN'T. Which ishow the story ends. Actually it's not that interesting a story anyhow.

Reguardless. How are things? I haven't heard from you in FOREVER.

Ahh, things have been crazy. I was skiing in Switzerland for a week, as one of three token boys invited along to this girl's father's chalet with something like fifteen girls. My first time skiing, and no breakages, but I think I'm just too unfit to be great at it. I just about managed the zigzag thing and the bent-over-going-fast-downhill thing, though, and I'd love to go again. The girl's father is a cheese millionaire, so the place was amazing, all Alpine wood and glass, and they had themed food nights every night, with wine, spirits and shots to match. And a bigass TV. Oh yeah.

How's that whole situation with the thing with the whatsit? Email, dammit! And I will too. Scouts' honour.

Oooooh, I'll tell you, if you really want to know. Only later, when I get home from work. Because I am going to have to leave for that like, right now.

What ever happened promissing to e-mail me, eh?

You are like the worst friend EVER. (But that is all right.)

Sor-ry. College, then a new love interest, distracted me. And the 90th anniversary of my nation's glorious failure to kick the Brits out in Easter 1916, that was fun too - we had a military parade through Dublin for the first time since the '70's, and all our sissy media commentators had a squawking fit.

Oooh, new love interest, you say? Do tell, do tell.