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

I can close my eyes, and all I see are big, yellow questions marks. Questions about what kind of person, or animal, this mind belongs to. Then I think to myself, who cares, thank God he is out there. I had just finished my registration and wrote this serious little tidbit about myself, while I was listening to the soundtrack of the second "Trainspotting", and always thinking of how horrible that "the worst toilet in Scotland" was. Then I ran across you, oh how your martinis must have no vermouth, dry oh so dry, to match your sense of humor. But then I doubt you drink martinis. Let me guess, scoth/neat, or Guiness. So, thank you for the entertainment, and the enlightment. YinYang