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

Well, it's a bit of both, it's funded by a charity organzation, and the cultural exchenge program is a means of preserving peace in a local community...

Um, I don't think I expressed myself clearly as to HOW bad it is... but never mind...

Well, I feel sorry for the guy, it must be annoying him like hell... I know I would be angry with myself if I had done something to make my drumkit worse... permanently...

It's an interesting idea and prolly bunches of fun for the participants.

Bad as in REALLY bad? Ish.

I'm looking at all of this guinea pig stuff. They're really cool. My brother just got one and it has all of this long hair. It likes me and screams and makes these little warbling noises when it sees me. It's original name was Pickles, but I call it Pig. It's really neat.

Yup, it's been really amusing, and I think I've learned loads from it... But it's tough... though, to see a country that has been in war just recently.

More sort of horrible... the sound is terrible, and the overtones in the snaredrum are way too loud, and it makes the sond collapse. The cymbals all have deep grooves and cuts around the edges... Abyway, that's all over now. I'm just hoping that I survive the plane-trip home... YAY Air croatia...

Cool, a friend of mine is obsessed with guinea pigs... And I must admit that they are really cute... But I still prefer dogs... Or how about you? How's Sherman (is that his name)?

I can imagine so. I'm really not good on human suffering and rebuilding.

Ah, ghetto cymbals we like to call them. Yesh, they are horrible. They make that awful CAKRRUNNNG sound. Ish. You don't have to fly on one of those horrible bush planes do you? That's the worst. I've seen people who don't get motion sick get sick on those things.

They are cute, but I'm with you. Shermie's absolutely wonderful, thank you! Our 4 month old baby now weighs about 50 lbs. How's yours? Terah/Tarah/Tara? I'm awful at names.

Well, you seem to get the point... Perhaps you expect too much from yourself...

Yup, they're horrible, aren't they. Anyway, I dunno what you mean by bush planes, it's a small airbus, 319, if that says anything. They are quite allright, and I've survived (the bulletholes from the war weren't THAT big). Anyway, Airplane food is TERRIBLE. Especially on Croatia Airlines...

Well, she's fine. She is really angry with me for having been away for a week. Which reminds me that I had better go feed her...

Oh, and her name is Tara, btw...

I suppose it's better to expect more from yourself so that you never quite accomplish it. Humility is a blessing, or is it?

Bush planes are those tiny little two engine types. The bullet wholes aren't THAT big~! Oh, great. Have a safe trip and forget about the airplane food. It's bad.

I got it right...the spelling kills me every time. I imagine she'll give you the silent treatment for awhile.

Well, yeah, to a point, just so long as it doesn't make you too disappointed...

Well, like I said, I survived, and it was actually a four-engine jet-plane. Mind you, the food was terrible.

Naw, she's stopped doing that allready. But anyway... how does your dogs react when you come home after a long trip?

Pessimists rarely disappointed.

Icky food. I think the worst airplane food I've ever had was a hamburger. The thing reminded me of those artificial rubber grapes. Ish. What did they serve you?

Hard question. I'll go through the list since you asked. Your fault.

AFTER A LONG TRIP:

Sherman: ignores me for a few days before groveling and going back to mamas baby
Beegie: wiggles like theres no tomorrow and brings me toys
Grumpy: growls with a stuffie in his mouth as usual
Mila: rips earrings out of my ears and goes squirrel-girl
Sheba: moans and lays down on couch, waiting for me to pet her
Nicky: snorts and sneezes while rubbing his head all over my knees/chest/head
Tom: yodels

AFTER A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME (30minutes-2day)

Sherman: screams, baby barks, lays down on lap and does 'the baby', crawls on top of me and screams some more, happy dances, bunka-ing (hes my brat)
Beegie: wiggles like theres no tomorrow and brings me toys
Grumpy: growls with a stuffie in his mouth and yodels
Mila: rips hair out and goes squirrel-girl
Sheba: moans and smacks my hand
Nicky: snorts and sneezes while rubbing his head all over me
Tom: yodels

Sorry. You asked.

True... true... but I thought you said it was better to be ambitious?

Erm, rubber treated turkey, with overboiled vegetables, dry buns... and some sort of sour cottage cheese, with ham in... Urgh...
KLM are the worst, though, they serve rolls with ham... and RAISINS...

I don't usually have anything against raisins, but in rolls... It just doesn't work with ham...

Well, that was... um... detailed...and amusing

My dog just ignores my existence for a couple of hours, and then it's back to normal behaviour...

Pessimists can be ambitious. Actually, it's more arrogance, but still.

Rolls with raisins and ham? Ish. Raisins and ham, yes. Raisins and rolls, yes. But raisins in rolls with ham, just ish. I don't eat raisins anymore after an unfortunate meeting with an evil preschool teacher.

Dogs are grand. I really don't like cats at all. Hopefully, if we find a nice stud dog, we'll have BABIES in the spring~! I LOVE!!!!! puppies.

They can... how? I thought one ruled out the other...?

Indeed... ish.. An unfortunate meeting, you say? Do tell...

OOooh yay, puppies... Puppies are dangerous to your wallet, mind. You walk in, and you see them, and before you know it, you've bought all of them...

Naw...

My preschool teacher. We lived in Germany and the evil creature would hide boxes of raisins in the sand box and we'd have scavenger hunts. She only hid raisins and made us eat them. I decided that I wouldn't find any so I wouldn't have to eat any, but she felt sorry for me and gave me some to eat. Day in and day out, I ate box after box after box of nasty raisins. That is, until I learned to hide in the administrator's office. Good thing she loved me and didn't tell anyone I hid from the evil teacher.

Puppies are wonderful. We breed them, but, out of our two litters, we've kept four. We're only keeping ONE this time, I promise.

I repeat... how?

Ohohohoho... that sounds horrid indeed... But I like raisins, you could have sent them to me... they don't go well with ham, though.

Yeah, right, that's what they always say... The problem is when you're forced to choose one of them...

How do arrogance and pessimism go hand in hand and coexist happily? Okay. Arrogance is a self thing and you look down on the world. I don't expect anything out of myself because I know something will happen to overshadow it even though I'm a wonderful and incredibly conceited person. I just have no doubts about myself and criticize my bad points to the point that there is no punto. I have also criticize other people's faults harshly.

I know someone who puts raisins on ham and in some sort of ham dipping sauce. EEEEEW...

I can choose one, but it's not usually the one my mother chooses.

Hmm... okay... I'll believe it.. but I would consider that low self-esteem is what you're talking about... And that low self-esteem goes hand in hand with arrogance (which is, after all, a defense mechanism).

UUUURGH... And while we're into food... Urgh, norwegian cuisine... yuk, eek, urgh...

And your mother has the last word... right?

Why can't arrogance be a true over-appreciation of oneself?

What is Norwegian cuisine, if you don't mind me asking?

She tries. I sometimes win, but for the most part, mother is right. I have four so it's a terrible burden.

Well, in my experience it never is... If you really believe in yourself, then it shines through in another way, and arrogance wouldn't be neccesary. Arrogance is a way of making yourself visible, and thus strengthening your own self-esteem by means of ignoring your own character flaws...

Well, brown goat-cheese and waffles are about the only things edible.
Other favourite selections include "Smalahove", which is basically half a sheep-head, roasted on a spit, served with eyes and brain, "Lutefisk", which is salmon that has been lying in caustic soda for a wee bit too long, and "gammelost", which is in fact normal chees that's been stored for way too long (it smells terrible).

I think the only reason we've actually got Norwegian cuisine, is so that we can feed it to foreigners, and watch their faces as they try to keep themselves from barfing, while saying that the food is delicious... We never actually eat it ourselves...

OK, I see.

True in most cases. I, however, recognize my faults and appreciate my good qualities while not publicly advertising. There's a difference in arrogance in the form of bravado and arrogance in the form of self-appreciation.

Yum. I myself liked the sheep's head. We used to save the eyes of deer when we went hunting because my grandmother ate them. I don't think that compares. Goat cheese is wonderful.

Fast food for you all too?

You sure about that..? If you're not advertising your own good sides, or picking on others for their bad sides, so as to make yourself look good, then you wouldn't seem arrogant... Self-appreciation is something completely different... When you're self-appreciative, you see your own character flaws, and you accept them, and work with them until they go away by themselves... Or so I think... If you're self-appreciative, then you are likely to become a very nice person in time...

To be honest, I've never tried it, you've got to go to this gourmet restauraunt, or possibly to Bergen, to try it...

Well, I boicot Mc.Donalds for ethical reasons... But most norwegians do not... The most sold food product over here, though is something called "Grandiosa", or "Grandis"... It's a terribly plain ham-and-cheese pizza with absolutely no taste whatsoever...

I generally prefer spicy food, lik Indian or Chinese... How about you?

Everyone advertises their good points, but I also criticize people (including myself, often more harshly). I don't think that you can completely eliminate some character flaws. Eventually...thinking...thought...subtle insult noted. I'm also an obsessive and VERY fair scorekeeper.

Yeah, ham and cheese pizza. Does sound rather boring, but at least it isn't terribly offensive.

I have a friend who is Thai and I go over to his house to eat dinner at every opportunity. His mother is the BESSSSSTTTT cook!! I love Chinese/Indian/Thai/Mexican...really anything with taste. I'm salivating...