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

Steve here.

Who else would it be? I can't answer that but, as you will undoubtedly note, I'm here, safe and sound, no worse for the journey.

You weren't kidding about writing a load of manure. I can see that.

Who the hell is Subnel? And why is he stalking you? You should be more forthright with your knight in shining mylar. Maybe I don't beat you enough?

Take care, while I continue to explore. I'll be back. You don't need to thank me for the warning.

Later,
Steve

Oh my gawd!!! I should probably have taken your threats more seriously!

Subnel's Nelson, my friend and confidant who I'm happy to report has returned from a long absence so STAY OUT OF IT, STEVE!!!

Oh, sorry, hi honey. Glad you're home. How are things at the office? Will your boss be coming for dinner? The kids are squeeky clean and playing quietly in their rooms. Please sit down in your favorite chair while I get your slippers. So nice you don't have to work late with your secretary again.

Good, now where's my pipe? And newspaper? How am I going to enjoy the tranquility of wholesome home life when you keep forgetting the important stuff?

And take turn that wretched rock music down. Why can't we just listen to Mantovanni and be content?

Oh, before I forget, tell Jody to cut his hair. I don't want the boss to see him with a ponytail. He'll probably think we smoke pot or something. Could you do that for me please? That's a good girl.

Dang Nabbit. I left the dog bowl out and he returned going on about all his wives.......came to warn you ,the dogs out.

I was thinking of you last night. My hubby has refurbish my flowers. I thought about what you said about yards I like sitting on my porch again and enjoying the mini paradise. I would rather have the natural look and room for my eye to roam.....but I had to block out the unatural square buildings on square grids by block heads.

I hope you are well

Here I am trying to create a wholesome and pure white, 1950s ambience and people gather from far and wide, at least two of them I think, hooting, hissing, and criticizing the grid-like hallmarks of modern civilization. No wonder George W. Bush feels unloved as well he should but that's beside the point.

Did someone mention the dog? Excuse me while I use the cat's lovely carpeted scratching post. Nature calls.

Ah, much better. Now where was I?

Blockheads? I must needs come to their defense, you know? They can't help being blockheads anymore than I can help being a dog. It's how one is raised. I was raised with a herd of sheep. Naturally this caused some unwholesome thinking and an uncontrollable urge to nip at their hocks.

I'm sure blockheads were raised with something, probably nannies. I'll leave the rest to your imaginations because I fear my brand of humor doesn't quite find congruence with British taste, assuming there is such a thing. Who am I question Gregory's Angels?

Which naturally brings me to the crux of the matter, which is, why are troubadours French? Or was I supposed to say, lengue d'ocs?

Does Analiese remind anyone besides me of Eleanor of Aquitaine?

"Eleanor of Aquitaine" Hmmm who IS that? to look.

(not brittish ,not that there's anything wrong with that)

I was raised 2 B a respectful block head,it just never took well.
*leaves fresh water & a grin*

Thanks for the water, arf arf. Where's the beer?

I think you might find Eleanor quite intriguing if you haven't already, so I will bid you a fond adieu, mon midon.

http://ut.essortment.com/eleanoraquitain_rehd.htm

"She goes down in history as one of the greatest female sovereigns"
Quote from the above site.

Analiese *WMI* is quite capable of being soverign.

Inspiration is what I was alluding to. Eleanor's style, beauty, grace, intelligence, et al inspired a whole generation to try to be better men and women.

On the otherhand, she was definitely a babe, so maybe that's only metaphorical association we need to trouble our little heads about.

Analiese ears should be burning by now.

I agree as a WMI she is quite capable of doing the same!
"style, beauty, grace, intelligence, et al inspired a whole generation to try to be better men and women"

I'll have to take your world for the beauty
That of course would add to her arsenal

I knew something was amiss when I couldn't get my ears to stop itching so what do you suppose I found?

Steve, Satan's spawn, telling lies as usual, that's what.

Although he's probably thinking how sweet he is spreading rumors about my babeness not to mention the Eleanor of Aquitaine bilge. All this time I was doing just fine without medieval citations. Wonder why that was?

Anyways, thanks for your compliments, Abbi. They mean a lot more than the silver-tongued devilish deceits of somebody who's clearly got one thing on his mind, probably because that's all he can handle at a time. But, to give the devil his due, he does do that one thing better than anybody I know or want to know really.

So I suppose I can tolerate the baloney awhile longer. Hope you can too. He really is very sweet if a little bit more forward than some people like. Actually he's very shy but nobody can tell.

Hope you're doing okay otherwise. Nobody should have to contend with Steve but sometimes life is unjust, as we all know. Sort of like a tornado or something.

Hmmm a tornado huh?
Steve has lots of wind, he changes forms.
He apparently has a *bit of magic too.
Could be a tornado!

a short bad limerick;
A breeze between the knees
Has been known to please.

Oh, I think I do a multitude of things very well, at least two, a veritable Renaissance Man of thing doing in fact.

Speaking of thing doing, excuse me while I blow on someone's knees. (It's interesting the people you meet around here and the "preferences" they express. I wonder if Market Research knows about this place?)