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Static electricity
Posted Jun 24, 2001
I've just visited school friends having not seeen them since school, nine months ago. I found this a bit odd. Not because they've change drastically and are no longer the people I knew, but because they haven't. They're exactly the same, not one iota of difference. They still hang out with the same people, go to the same places, do the same things. I just assumed that leaving school would widen the bubble they live in at least a litte, and it doesn't seem like it did.
Perhaps it's just that I've done different things since I left, and the school friends I am with here are also doing different things. We've changed, at least subtley, and they haven't.
Well, moving on. Well I am, at least.
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Latest reply: Jun 24, 2001
So
Posted Jun 1, 2001
Right, no one is ever here any more, so I might just give up trying. I'm be round, but not very much. (Though with my track record- posssibly more than in the intermediate past!)
Catch me at the floor instead.
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Oh
Posted May 13, 2001
I agree with everything. Everything everyone has said is all so painfulyl accurate. Yet I must say again things that countless people have said since last Friday evening.
I am shocked in a way I have not been shocked in a long time. It's the shock of having someone who is always there- perhaps not a presence in my own life, but a presence whom I love all the same and have always been grateful for- dissapear.
It is similar to 1997 when Princess Diana died. But worse so, because she affected my life not one iota, although I had always expected her to be there. Douglas Noel Adams has influenced me in many ways- my friends, my ideas, my humour.
As Amanda said, this is what it feels like when you take people for granted. It's true- the people close to you are appreciated and you know the influence they gice you and what you would miss if they were gone, so the fear is all that more real. But the people you don't see, the people you just believe in- they still leave a hole when they go.
I had plans to someday meet him, though I was never sure how. I had plans, I dreamed. Grandoise, perhaps. Unattainable, perhaps. But now they are even all the more so.
I'd read the books but I don't have them with me, so I shall just commemorate him in my head. Most appropriate, I would say, as this is the place that his books expanded the hroizons of. Who can say they did not feel that he had a new and interesting approach to life and that it influence them? It did me.
Doulgas Adams, you know we all love you. 
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Latest reply: May 13, 2001
Poemy Schmoemy
Posted May 3, 2001
It seems my poems took and hour-
And a lot of hard brain-power.
And though some are pretty poor
You try doing more that four!
The rhymes are tricky when you see
That you want special things to be.
It's not good enough to ramble on
You need to keep up, and keep on.
And since that is no longer the case,
And my mind has clearly lost the race,
It's turned off all by its little self,
So it's me to bed to keep my health! Smile
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Latest reply: May 3, 2001
Honey and jam
Posted Apr 4, 2001
And we're dropping like flies. Falling, then hitting the floor and bouncing.
Not that it's entirely a bad thing, but the blue beyond is gettin' a bit lonely. Not that I was ever a frequent flier, but those who were- well, their company is missed.
Though there's an alternate way- as a memorable t shirt once said: "One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR!".
And there we go.
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Latest reply: Apr 4, 2001
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