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

Hiya, sorry about that... my brother's 'five minutes' is more like most peoples' hour and fifteen...

And to carry on from the not wanting to invade my phone as well as my net connection comment- nonsense! Gah. Recieving the odd message on my phone would give me something to be momentarily excited about AND act as some kind of justification for buying the phone in the first place!

Never EVER think that any kind of communication that you may consider directing in my, erm, direction would be seen by me as invasive, or unwanted in any other way.

I like you, consider you a friend, and I'm not exactly bitterly disappointed when I run into you online, so if you feel like sending me a message then bloody well do so!

Sleep tight

TK[1]

No need to apologise... MY step-dad's "5 minuites" have been known to last over two hours I did stay online a little longer to say goodnight, but gave up, lest I had "qwerty" backwards on my forehead in the morning

I will sometime... but my phone charger is in my suitcase, so erm... I know it seems a bit chicken maybe, but it somehow makes things more, well, real, if you know what I mean. It's a good thing, but somehow big in my own little strange land.

I'm glad to hear, and I feel quite the same

TK[2] (because this seemed somehow formal)

Ah, maybe your suitcase can send me a message then

I know what you mean- it's like progressing from the world of Net into Demi-Real Life. And you have to pay for a message
It seems quite big in my own little strange land too, maybe we're neighbours
But I also think that I'd probably like you quite a bit in RL too, so it's worth the risk

I'm glad to hear that too

TK[1] (because I always sign my posts )

You'd have thought it would have the common curtesy to...

Glad it's not just me being a bit weird. You're not the neighbor who makes too much noise and plays their music really loud now, are you?
I hope so. I think most people will find that I'm easier to get on with in net terms, though But at least I can't spell anything wrong in RL

Give it a good talking to when and if it comes home.

No, that's not me- I'm always asleep.

I think I'll find it easy enough to get on with you in Real Life, but will you be able to handle me? That's the question which won't be answered for a little while yet...

And I'm sure you'll manage to spell something wrong in speech I'll just have to correct you anyway, for any potential mistakes

TK[1]

I'll certainly give it a good talking to - and then I'll send it to the attic to have a serious think about what it's done.

There aren't very many people I can't put up with I guess we'll know one of these days.

"You just spelled that wrong".. *corrects spelling in comic book speech bubble above head*

And give it a good spanking. And then spank me.

There are a lot of people I can't cope with (well, won't), but I can't see that you'd be one of them.

You have those too!??! I thought it was just me!

TK[1]

"I don't want to be rescued! I can handle them!"

Well, there are certainly people I avoid like a contageous disease... But again, I can't see you being one

Yes! And if you look across to the next pannel, you can see me agreeing with you!

Oh please, just a little bit of peril?

That's good then. What if I told you I WAS a contagious (almost right ) disease?

pannel

\Pan"nel\, n. [See Panel.] 1. A kind of rustic saddle. --Tusser.

2. (Falconry) The stomach of a hawk. --Ainsworth.

3. (Mil.) A carriage for conveying a mortar and its bed, on a march. --Farrow

Tee hee hee

O.k, I know it's early

TK[1]

...I'd say you were very eloquent for a disease

I could have been talking about hawk stomachs...
I'm blaming the jet lag. How long do you think I can blame it on that for?

Diseases have to get qualified or they'll be nowhere.

I doubt it though...

Baby, just flutter your eyelashes and you can blame it on that for as long as you want.

TK[1]

I know, I mean look at the common cold. It will never match up to meningitis with that attitude.

You could at least humour me....

I was never very good at fluttering my eyelashes... Drat and double drat, Mutley.

I dunno, it's a sly one- oldest one on the books, and there's still no cure.

But sweetie, that's just not my bag.

Come to think of it, I don't think you need to flutter your eyelashes... just curl your hair

TK[1]

Yeah, but it gets all the bad gigs and doesn't have the same kind of media appeal as the flu..

To be honest, I'd rather be corrected than humoured..

...but then I might get confused and curl my eyelashes, which is really no use to anybody...

It's not all that bothered about the media coverage- it's not a vain illness, it just takes pride in what little it does, like the dustbin man who keep the streets clean but asks for no reward.

Well, you've got the right friend here then

Oh, I don't know. Could be good

TK[1]

*is completely running out of ideas on this theme*
*gives up*
Well, it was a nice idea whilst it lasted

Damn straight!

If only for comic value And watching me attempting to use eyelash curlers is rather amusing... I can't help it if I don't like things near my eyes!

Yey! I win!



Ah, I don't like that either. Well, I don't like things IN my eyes, but I guess not getting things too close helps with that... I punched myself in the eye today. I was ripping some wallpaper off (that frustration again...) and my hand slipped...
I poked myself in the eye the other day. I was squeezing a spot on my nose (don't ya just fancy me so much right now?), and my finger slipped. Squish. Almost as stupid as the time when I shaved my eyebrow off because I sneezed whilst shaving...

TK[1]

Do you want the parade now or later?



That just sounds painful. In many many ways...
Last time I did any wallpaper stripping, I was armed with a steamer...that was so fun. I think I may need to get out more...
Almost as.... But not as daft as when I shaved my eyebrow off through a mix sheer boredom and depression. Now that *was* stupid.
Y'know, that the thing that creeps me out most about contact lenses.. How can you actually handle putting them in? Eeugh. My Spanish teacher's lenses always had a habit of falling out, so occasionally you'd see her in class fiddling around trying to get them bak in. *shudder*

Now, please.



We're going to get a steamer... last time I used one was when we first moved in, and it was on the woodchip on my bedroom walls. It took weeks... even with the steamer. Woodchip is bad.

lol, muppet

I don't like the idea of contacts. I'll stick with glasses for the time being, thanks. But the strange thing is that I can actually touch my eyeball with my finger no problem.

TK[1]

You might have to hang on a little while, someone in the marching band has misplaced their triangle, and I'm told it's the integral part of the act.

Very bad... it doesn't even look good, which is the worrying thing. Why even do it?

Just call me Kermit

*shudders* That's quite disgusting... Actually, it could well be the only way to sucessfuly gross me out