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

she writes in the science fiction/fantasy genre for the most part.

I write poetry, once in a while. I have written one short work of fiction, currently writing a second. The other stuff is more biographical, so far.

The old get writing site sort of morphed into the great writing site:

http://www.greatwriting.co.uk/component/option,com_forum/Itemid,109//

lets not forget starting the cookie business and getting rich!

I was hoping you'd forget that.

I still haven't tasted these legendary cookies.

It was a dark and stormy night. The town square was dark except for Kraputsky's cafe, where Seymour Kraputsky was busy frosting the cake for his daughter's wedding the next day. The ninth level had been hard to bake, and was turning out to be even harder to frost, given that it was only 2 inches by 3, and was going to have a frosting design depicting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel in Rome.

Seymour Kraputsky decided to go with quality rather than quantity: Adam's index finger would fit nicely on the tiny layer. He had just finished the fingernail, when the door of the cafe blew open to reveal seven little creatures dressed in purple trenchcoats.

"Hmm," said Seymour to himself, " these guys would make good models for the cherubs on the cake for Mrs. McDoodle."

"Excuse us, sir, but we are looking for Seymour Kraputsky," said one of the tiny creatures.

"I am Seymour Kraputsky."

"Sir, we are a delegation from the Planet Frildonia. We have crossed thousands of light years of open space because of the reports we have heard regarding the cookies that you sell here."

"I'm sorry, but we've sold off our last batch of cookies," Seymour said sadly. "Come back Tuesday, when we'll have made another batch."

The creatures from Frildonia looked alarmed. "Please don't say that word, sir," said their leader.

"What word? Batch?"

"No that one is okay."

"Come? Back?"

"Don't worry about those words..."

"Well, then, don't like 'Tuesday"?"

At the word "Tuesday," the delegation from Frildonia began to choke and gasp for breath. Soon they all lay dead in the doorway....

(Stay tuned for the next episode of "Cookies and Aliens.")

The last who tried these cookies, liked them a bit too much.

Paulie dear... Evangeline would like to know about the and the crack grannies..

Batty, I'm sure Evangeline would love to hear you tell about them.
Your memory is apt to be better than mine regarding that night, because I was unconscious for a period due to a misunderstanding with Shea (which you captured on film ). Anyway, I know you're dying to tell it anyway.

This is not true. Shea pummeled you well after the crack grannies..

Very well, Batty. I've scrolled back through four years' worth of journal entries and guide entries to find what I said when the events were still fresh in my mind. Here are some excerpts: The Devil Woman was most interesting So were the pumpkin pirogies. Also, some New York drivers have a unique concept of how much van will fit into how much parking space [http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/alabaster/F77373?thread=143266&skip=120&show=20] [post 127] While I was in the old ladies' drug factory, they tied me up and forced me to eat about 200 chocolate brownies laced with some mysterious substance that made me tell too many puns. So, that's why I incurred Shea's wrath later on. Of course, the old ladies will probably argue that I begged for the brownies, but that's absurd. Why would I want chocolate? [post 138] This was my response to Shea, regarding the bopping incident: You didn't ask, but I'll tell it anyway: my eye will be okay before long. I can't remember which eye it was, though, because I was uncon- scious at the time. I remember regaining conscious- ness in a dimly-lit bar in lower Manhattan. Someone (Batty, maybe?) was taking pictures, which are sure to be interesting, if not festive. Since I don't remember which eye got hurt, I take turns closing them ;-);-);-) [post 147]

Good times indeed...

Thanks, Paul.

Would you mind going back there? I have some cookies to bake for Christmas and if you could get some of whatever was in those brownies, it would make for an interesting holiday.

There's a lot of fun stuff in that thread.

Do you remember where the photos from the meet up are? I know it's Shea's photo album but don't remember the URL

The link to those pics is probably buried in some thread from that period. I haven't had a chance to read all the posts in that thread, so one can hope there's a link somewhere in there.

I had found it once quite by accident..

*falls out of no where and lands face down* all i heard was crack and grannies......are grannies now on crack? or grannies selling crack...

We suspect they were selling it. Read the link to the meet up in NYC shortly after 9/11.

better then the Cheif of Police of a little town here called Port Allen saying and i quote "We found two crack rocks that look like too big parlines."

Maybe that only is funny if you know wha ti parline is

pralines are entirely too sweet... and the crack rocks don't sound interesting anyway..