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

How do you spell an evil laugh I wonder....Mwahahahaha!!!!?

Well to finance my evil plots, in which my giant ball of bellybutton lint figures quite heavily, I am looking for a job with a geotechnical firm. They do stuff like soil clean up on airfields,gas etc.staions , slope stability, drainages, yada, yada, yada.

Other than that I'm planning to read alot and contemplate the meaning if the ever mysterious 42.

For not knowing how to spell it, you did that evil laugh really well. You're a natural!!!

Since you are so enthralled with the lint, I wonder if you have ever contemplated the belly button itself. I saw an article the other day where someone was telling you how to read your belly button the way you would read a palm. It may be a new line of work for you to consider if the whole getechnical thingy doesn't work out. Just think, you could "read" navels, collect the money, and the whole time add to your lint ball, thus accelerating your plans (I am assuming the ball needs to be really big to fit into your diabolical scheme...It seems like everything for diabolical schemes has to be big, really big, like space.)

Of course the geotechnical thingy could be fun too. Since you'll have so much time on your hands right now, you could just sit around and write messages to me. BWAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAAA


~PG~

I have explored the uses of the bellybutton along with Neilfish and Cat at A1006039, submit your own ideas if you have any concerning such.

As far as the bellybutton lint ball goes, yes of course it must reach critical mass for sufficient energy yield.

Bellybutton readings(and the lint harvested from them) are the perfect way to gain commandoes, and commandets, a necessity for the Master Plan to succeed. It helps minions to feel they are an integral part of somthing bigger than themselves, much, much, bigger.
Mwuahaha, mwuahahahahaaaa, MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!
(I'm getting the hang of this)

Man, I gotta tell you, you are scaring me. You're getting way too good at this evil scheming thing. And I thought I was supposed to be the tyrant. See what happens when you become an MBA.


~PG~

Praise from the Queen, 'sniff', I'm so happy.

You don't like me anymore, do you? I wouldn't like me if I didn't talk to me for a very long time. I haven't talked to you for a very long time and now I am sure you don't like me, cuz I wouldn't like me very much anymore either. Well maybe now, if I talk to you, you will like me again. If not, I will have to develope a cunning and evil plan to make you like me again.Oh please don't make me do that , my brain is too tired today.

Hope you're great, and Santa brought you everything you deserved (or at least some stuff you wanted).


~PG~

Well, not wanting to press a tired brain...
HELLO PG! Things have been great and I've been enjoying not going to school and actually working. Santa came through in a big way this Christmas, bringing lots of fun camping toys I wanted (even if undeserved), maybe he heard of my affiliations with a certain benevolent tyrant and knew what was best for him.

And you, how have you been?
(^ breaking rules of grammer and not caring )

, xero

Do you ever come here anymore?

~PG~

Hello PG, how's the grammer going?

LTNS. I sent you an e-mail (hope it didn't end up in a spam filter). You must be busy on glaciers, or perhaps you're looking for your towel. Anyway... just wanted to catch up. Stop running so fast so I can!

~PG~

Are you kidding? A hoopy frood such as myself is never without his towel to begin with. I did get the email, and replied with super keen pictures of my latest glacier escapade.
, xero

And I've replied, to your reply, with scintillating questions about lint, and a quandry about the relationship of socks. It's like we never left.

Maybe we never did!!! Maybe the lives we remember outside h2g2 are artificial constructs of the Aces that they wire into our sedated minds while they use our precious life force to fuel their digitized drones of death! Oh, woe, doh! Who will save us from this somnambulistic stupor? If only one would come...THE One. (Wow, they should make a movie about this)

I don't know if my sedated mind can carry a conversation on two seperate venues. Want to choose one, and talk either through email or h2g2?

xero