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

Lego?! I din't know you were here!

Heyla and huggles.

The Road to Isengard

'Forty-Two, Master Legolas!' he cried, 'Alas my axe is notched: the forty-second had an iron collar on his neck. How is it with you?'

'You have passed my score by one,' answered Legolas. 'But I do not grudge you the game, so glad am I to see you on your legs!'

Mayhaps he isn't really here after all... such is the nature of confusion.

They seek him here, they seek him there, they seek him everywhere....

I'm not really sure I seek him at all, unless it is he whom I seek.

They seek him here,
They seek him there,
Those pommies seek him everywhere.
Is he in heaven,
or is he in hell?
No, the poor bloke's in Australia

Isn't everyone?

So are you he whom I seek?

Nice abs

Antilock Braking Systems is sux.

Brakes suck in general.

Why would anyone want to slow down?????

To purchase alcohol

Brakes... That reminds me...

This (last, technically) evening, I'm going down the road that runs past the plants (factories)at shift-change (second shift to third) time. I come upon a line of stopped traffic (backed up half a mile in each direction). (This is an unusual deal, as generally at this time if you don't speed, someone is going to burry themselves in your gas tank.) There are a couple cars parked alongside the opposite side of the road, so I'm assuming there's an accident.

As I near the central point I see people lining the streets (another accident confirmation). Moving farther along, I can see a small group of people kneeling around an object lying in the road. Getting closer I see it's about 3, 4 foot long and the people seem to be trying to revive it.. A little farther and I see a tuft of black hair poking from behind one of the concerned attendant's knees... I'm thinking, "Oh my gawd! That looks like a small child!" ... I take my turn to drive past (there's already a crowd, I don't feel the need to add to the confusion)... It's a DOG!

I love dogs. Don't get me wrong. I -have- dogs. (No, I'm not the one who let my dog sh*t in your yard as I live in the boonies and my dogs sh*t down in their own pasture.) But... When a dog gets hit, you don't hold up traffic of people trying to get to (and from) work for half a mile. You get the dog off the road before it gets run over and call a vet.

Duh... Maybe I should add this one to I.C.A.R.U.S.