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

On a completely unrelated note, I had a really really odd dream last night, and it involved you.

For some reason, it was extremely cold, and all that we had to guard against this was really tiny and thin blankets, so basically we were huddled together for warmth, and you were whining at me for stealing all the blankets.

I have no discernible reason for any of this to have been in my dream, as last night it was actually quite hot (It gets really unbearably hot here in California-town,). The only thing I can even think that might have brought you up in my internal matrix was the fact that I was reading 'V for Vendetta' last night. There are Irish people in that. Something like two.

Feel free to give me some sort of crazy Legionsian (read: Freudian) analysis on what the hell that was.

Iiinteresting. Especially since you've only seen me in pictures online. What did I look like?

As for the content, I'd say it reflects existential dread. The cold represents the vast, cold, uncaring Universe, against which our only defence is the tiny blanket of sanity and society we create around ourselves. Your hogging the blankets reflects your admirable recognition that, ultimately, we must be out for ourselves if we are to survive in this harsh environment, even at the expense of letting our neglected friends slip into hypothermia and madness.

Oooor, it all reflects penis envy. If you want a more traditional Freudian reading.

You just made all that up, didn't you?

You looked like a guy, I suppose? Honestly now that I think of it I don't so much remember a face as there was hair. I assume, as a bipedal human type, you probably have hair, right?

Yeah, I think so. Let me check.

*Checks*



Let me get back to you.

:lol: You really are a fool, you know?

Seriously though. How about this new girl, then?

Or you could just not tell me anything. That works out, I guess.

In the interim in which we haven't spoken in two months, I quit my job, and joined a rock band. (This is the truth.) Once we have some tracks with me actually on them, I will send them to you. You may or may not enjoy them. I suppose this is up to you.

At least now you can be one of those jerks who puts on my CD and then when people ask you who you're playing you can be all like 'Oh it's just this friend of mine. She's a rocker. She rocks out.'

Okay so maybe that's MY fantasy. Feel free to use it, though, so I can feel flattered.

I AM GOING TO SAN FRANCISCO TODAY AND STAYING UNTIL WEDNESDAY!

It ought to be a pretty good couple of days.

Thumbs up for me.

What the hell is going on with you though, really? Pleeeeease reply.

-Me

Sorry! Yep, in the interim the new girl became the old girl, and then, inevitably, the ex-girl. She was lovely and all, but there was just something missing. So...free and easy.

I was at Roskilde festival in Denmark (Google it) rocking out with some college friends for the past week, sleeping in a tent and not washing. Good filthy fun. I'll put up some pictures soon.

Right now I'm stuck in Stansted airport (I was flying out and back via London to hook up with the college friends) having had my flight to Dublin cancelled. It's now eight o' clock, and my flight's at 06.30 tomorrow. A long, uncomfortable night awaits.

Send me your music, aroo! And who are your influences? And have you played any gigs? And sundry details. *I* know a rock chick.

Ain't that just the way with relationships in general? I have decided that humans at large are a massive failing, and that perhaps I should switch to aliens. Unfortunately for me there tend to be very few hitchhiking Betelgeusian reporters in my immediate vacinity, and so I will just have to do without. (Time for me to bust out my special tiny VIBRATING friend then, I guess?) Mostly I am joking here. (Mostly.)

So how was bunking in the airport, then? I can only wish I would have been there for moral support, and/or to stand there and watch your stuff while you ran to get coffee/ to the loo. Unintended airport layovers. Hurrah!

I will send you music just as soon as I have something passable recorded. We have some really terrible stuff which was originaly recorded on a cassete player, and then onto a minidisc player, and then finally encoded to mp3 format, and I assume you can guess what that ended up sounding like. (We are sort of low budget at present, but men with expensive mics are apparently showing up at the next few gigs. HURRAY!)

We don't really sound like much of anything that I have ever heard, besides perhaps anything at all done by Yasunori Mitsuda. (I realise you're not into the whole RPG scene, but by all means look the man up on wikipedia or something. He's amazing, really.)

I guess I ought to explain things a bit? We are a rock band, yes. And we rock hard, yes, but not in the fashions one would quite expect.

The band is as follows-

Ashley: Vocals, wonky percussion, being generally too punk for this band in general. (This was the running joke at the last gig as I have funky coloured hair, and have had for some time now, but then I am relatively certain that you knew that already.)
Shawn: Vocals also, Cello, swing-dancing with Ashley to innapropriate music (ex: 'We Will Rock You,') at pubs after shows, after we have had a few too many beers/shots.
Jon: Violin and guitar, and also occasional hot makeouts with Ashley after the show, at the pub/elsewhere when we've had a few too many beers/shots.

Awesome times, Legionsy. Awesome. Times. Getting-into-trouble-times, even.

Fuckall.

I am honestly engaged to Kingland now.

PLEASE for the love of all gods, post or something?

Shazam! Like some genie of yore, speak my name and I am here.

You're marrying the lad? For serious and real? Congratulations! , even. That's huge! Unless you're posting something massive to trick me into posting, in which case, shame on you. Shame. Or congratulations. Both!

No news this end, I haven't proposed to *anybody* much lately. I'm off to Germany for two weeks on Saturday, working as a volunteer in a camp outside Berlin (no, not that type of German workcamp, sniggersnigger) chopping wood, renovating buildings, swimming in lakes...should be fun and/or character-building. I haven't booked a return ticket, so there's the possibility for a Legion Across Europe summer special.

Also, I'm writing a movie for a friend who's in LA, and who's made friends with one of the producers of LOTR - reckons we can get this comedy made. I'm sceptical, but whatever. Let's see. I need to be writing anyway. That's all Hush-Hush, so, y'know. Really I shouldn't be posting it online. Watch this space for disappointment and renewed cynicism.

Give me details on the engagement thing im-bloody-mediately!

We are seriously engaged for really-reals now, yes. My parents are exstatic (or however the hell you spell that,) his parents are indifferent, and some of my friends are really pissed off about it for some reason I can't quite place.

Oh well. HOORAY FOR ME!

There aren't a lot of details, to be honest. It was pretty cut and dry.

King: Ashley, will you marry me?
Ashley: Um. Okay!
*kissing, etc.*

Yay camps, also swimming in lakes. Yay also for movies, possibly? Keep my posted on that, via email, if you have to be secret-y about it?

And now I have to go, as I sort of have work in about an hour. (Work which I really, really don't want to attend. I am working in a resteraunt now, and it is EXHAUSTING. I am not certain that I am cut out for this sort of thing, sir.)

Woo! Huge life-changing goodness! The hell with the public, go with your instincts. You keep me posted, however you like, about this engagement dealy - don't go sneaking off to Vegas for a quickie without telling your perverted Irish schoolboy confidante. I'm having trouble picturing you trying on wedding dresses a la romantic comedy montage...

No word on movie yet - I sent off half a first draft, so waiting to hear back. No time for nail-biting, though - I've just finished a day of toil digging trenches in the forests outside Berlin - very 1944, I think you'll agree - then went off and swam in an idyllic forested lake. Goregeous... We're digging to put a water-pipe underground, and I'm humming Irish digging-tunes and having a great time. Hard physical labour is good for you - but don't quote me on that tomorrow, when my back clenches up to the size of a tennis ball. Good luck with your work too - hope you're working it and getting lots of tips.

Ha, if and when we have a wedding you and Hally are going to have to come down for it, wether or not you want to.

We'll MAKE you, or something.

Seriously though,w e're considdering having a pirate-themed wedding. I would love the whole BoE to come for it, either in pirate finery or some symbolance of your BoE suit type things. It would be hillarious. You could all just sort of sit off in the corner and whisper amongst yourselves and make everyoe else really relentlessly nervous.

BRILLIANCE.

So how's digging ditches and swimming in lakes? Got any parasites living in your intestines yet from the lake water?

Let's see...I have a fez, a chintzy little sword from some childhood holiday in Tunisia...all I need is a waistcoat and some puffy white trousers and I could make a pretty passable Arabian-Nights style pirate. Or maybe better to go with the suit idea. Hmm, yes.

I just got back to Ireland today, after my Berlin-Brussels-Paris jaunt, and I'm nearly asleep as I type. No parasites have manifested themselves just yet, thank you, but I haven't really been eating enough to support them.

Why weren't you eating out there? Is kraut/french food really all that terrible?

Nah, it's not so bad. Actually, at the workcamp we ate very well. A team of three cooked every night, and we had interesting half-baked dishes from all over. One guy was from Kyrgyzstan - take my word on the spelling - and he prepared something that was essentially meat, sprinkled with meat, with lashings of meat to follow. Went down a storm with the whinging vegetarians.

I should add - at no point was I offered horse.

Personally I would think that was a good thing?

ALSO ON AN UNRELATED NOTE: I am aware of the fact that you have a ps2? Do you also have an xbox? And if so, do have have xbox live? Because they would be NEAT. And we could like, TALK. On HEADSETS.

Sorry, no Xbox. Nasty chunky things... But I understand you owners are very attached to them, like to an old dog you've never had the heart to have put down... That said, I saw an Xbox game that looked excellent in a games store in Paris - Dead Rising. Zombies in a shopping mall, and you beating the hell out of them with whatever comes to hand. It was hypnotic - I must have watched as the guy played it for five minutes.

I've had horse before, and it was okay. A bit raw, but that's French cooking. The thing I got slightly addicted to with every meal was salami - chunky red salami with white bits in, sliced up nice and thin. Go on, take your cheap shot.

Oh gross, horse. I seriously would have issues eating horse, a lot. LOTS of problems. Ew ew ew ew. Seriously.

We have Dead Rising! Kingland plays it pretty much religiously. I am not a huge fan of playing it so much as I am of watching him play it, and hearing the giggles of glee emit from him. It's amusing as all get-out.

I miss you so d*mn MUCH sometimes.

You seriously need to get AIM again, or something. Or like, I dunno. Skype. Or we can make our own IRC channel. I don't even care. We need to speak to one another again, damnit.