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

'Ello 'ello! Nice to see you too, Kea.
Now where's that Trin gone to?

Lady P! Hello!

Have we ever tidied up before? Is it the sort of thing we do?

*Casts eye over gathered detritus of old tiramisus, 'Teach Yourself the Piano' manuals, polar-bear-begnawed chew toys, biccie crumbs, pigeon feathers and badger comics*

Now, where do you want this plaster - you, or the cusp?

Lordy! NO! don't tidy up... this isn't a mess... Its a creative space... artistic in its seeming disaray...

That's what I've always thought. A collage. A mouldy, squishy, pongy collage

precisamundo! It beats that woman's dirty bed into the ground just on the purely asetical and artistical, let alone its mathmatical merrits, as what is clearly a uniquely designed and implimented mathmatical equasion of whatever it is its meant to be!

I wish I knew what the two of you are talking about. Women's dirty beds? Plaster and cusps? Are these some quaint English customs I am still as yet unaware of?

Kea, they're referring to a rather famous art piece by... arrrgh, Tracy something. Tracy Chapman? No that can't be it, can it? Wait, I'll ask Google.





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Bing!


Right right, Tracy Chapman is a singer. I was thinking of Tracey Emin. Of course. Here: http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/artists/artpages/tracey_emin_my_bed.htm

The blurb is, of course, long-winded rubbish, as usual, but the basic idea is around that whole post-modern thing about blurring the lines between what is art and what isn't, and about exposure (and narcissism too, I suppose, in a way), and about using things from everyday life, and all that.
Rather interesting within the cultural context, even though on its own, it's just a filthy bed in a museum.



Oh, and almost forgot to say hi, Trin. Quite rude of me. It's your house after all. How've you been doing?

Holds out cusp for a plaster. *Turns head*
I can't look at anything medical. I have to remove the lable from Night Nurse and write on Yummy Gargly Stuff in crayon.
And you can't get me near a pair of Doc Martens.

I keep only being online when everybody else isn't. No fair.

we were onlin!... we were just hiding behind the giant tortose...

Since when do you use the royal 'we', 2legs?

I still think of myself as teh queen of HooTooo..... especially since Roymondo left

While you were online I was on the cusp. Sorry I missed you.
*Rubs Tracy Emin on vest for sentimental reasons*
OH, NO! I meant Tracy Chapman... or was it Charlie Chaplin?

D'oh! Now I'm in Canberra and I can't see any of you...

Ah, jeez, been pretty rough Down Under lately, hasn't it? Have you had any trouble with the storms?


(Also, I think Trin might have left again. )

But he's missing all the fun

What happened to Roymondo?

I've never been much in contact with him, so this is just a wild-donkey guess, but he probably got locked out of h2g2, like so many others have.

This place is getting quite wierd. I often have things rejected for breaking the rules but I don't know what rules they break! They tell me I might offend someone, but it's just my usual stuff and I don't use bad words. Unless vest is a bad word now...