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

Bleck. I've been home sick with some sort of disgusting sore-throat/head-cold/fever/chills thing all week. I actually tried to go to school today, but ended up coming home in the beginning of third period (about 9:30 am est), so I only got work for three of my seven periods. Oh well. It's only school. Work can be made up.

But man, I'm getting BORED!!!! There's really nothing to do in this house of mine. I've watched all the movies I want to, played all the computer games I want to, even read all the more books I want to. What I really want to do is write, but I don't really have the energy to do so. Darnit, I can't even sing. *valiantly tries a few notes, squawking.* see? I told you. Nothing to do. Sigh. I'll find something. They don't call this the world wide web for nothin'.

hello there amy,

as a newbie getting slowly but constantly familiar with all these
unknown things in h2g2 i just came to the point recognizing
who is online at the moment and so i am writing to you
wishing you that you might not be that sick any more or at least
not too much longer.

since i am sitting here at local time 4am doing an urgent overnight-
job (not at that moment, really) i´m feeling sort of an upcoming
flu as well and i do hope that it won´t get serious ...

what time is it where you are ?

i do hope that you don´t have to stay awake all night being bored
like i have to work constantly till next evening
and i wish that you maybe healthy again quickly.
greetings,
steven

hi and welcome to h2g2! Thanks so much for the little get well e-card thing... I need every bit I can get. I am actually much better now that school was let out yesterday because of a slop fall (I was at the point where some serious acting was the only way I could get out of school another day). I hope that you're feeling better, or if you're not, you will be soon. God knows it's rather annoying to be sick.

Anyway, it's about eleven thirty in the morning where I am.... and cold and very tiring looking outside (slop is heavy to shovel). I hope I don't have to relegate myself to shoveling... because that means I'm truly bored. (my mother told me before she left with my sister this morning that if I got bored, I should shovel). Oh, well. Maybe i'll just wait till it melts (in three or four weeks).

Well, welcome again to h2g2, and I hope you like it here. The people are real nice... and it's a bunch of fun.

~Amy †

You mean, the people, roasted amoebas, and various other forms of life or non-life, depending on preference and without discrimination to anybody, are real nice...

(Sorry, just trying to be politically correct...)

Well... yeah... something like that.

You'll laugh, but everytime I give a generalization about the h2g2 users, I always wonder if I should say everything or everyone or everyperson... (all of the above might be politically uncorrect. Of course, I'm not known for being politically correct in the first place...) especially since I'm a "people" and something else, but I'm not sure what. However, I'm assuming that everyone is in their human form (or whatever's closest to it) when they're normally socializing... er, ah, I forget where I'm going with this.... (I've only been awake about fifteen minutes, forgive me)

I *LOVE* being politically incorrect. Of course, one has to be politically incorrect in the correct way. Otherwise one is in danger of being politically correct in the way that politician's are. And that would be awful.

I'll forgive you for only being awake for 15 minutes... I guess...

Some of my friends and I have made it a hobby of ours to be politically incorrect in the correct fashion... it's soooo much fun.

I've been awake for *counting on fingers* ... for ten hours, and I'm twice as tired as I was yesterday morning. Go figure. (sleep? what's that? I don't need sleep!!... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........)

Sleep is a completely unnecessary thing invented to make us waste time. At least, that's the conclusion I've come to. So I've stopped sleeping. It leaves far more time for everything else...

Sleep is a many splendored thing... if the person who said "love is a many splendored thing" will excuse the adaption of their quote. It's only useless to me if I don't have an interesting dream... which thankfully I've had plenty of lately. (I like analyzing dreams and just wondering where they came from in the first place). But yes, it does tend to waste useful time I could be doing something much more enjoyable...

An interesting fact/theory one of my friends mentioned to me a few weeks ago... supposedly, there was this experiment done where this guy was kept in a room without windows for the longest time, told to sleep only when he felt like it. Turns out that we operate on a 25 hour day, not a 24 hour one. Now ain't that interestin'....?

That is fascinating... truly fascinating... I am going to switch my lifestyle to a 25 hour day immediately... oh wait. I already have a 30 hour day. So it would be pretty pointless...

Dreams are, indeed, amazing things. But they can be scary too. I sometimes wake up wondering why I've just had a dream about globules of gravy turning into cucumbers and attacking me, or various other bizarre things like that...

30 hour day, eh? Yeesh, and I thought my days seemed long!

The weirdest kind of dream is the one where it happens the day after... and you know it's more than simple deja vu. That's pretty cool but kinda disturbing at the same time. Most bizarre dream I had... something that really frightened me (not scary way, more just weird), and I woke up with my heart racing and thinking, "How could this possibly be happening? I'm not anywhere near that yet!!" Umm... yeah. I guess it was a bit more frightening when it actually happened.

Globules of gravy turning into cucumbers? Wow, that's neat. Really. Never had a dream quite like that before... I only have ones where I get transported to a world where everything looks like a sunrise and there's this person dressed in white... and "it was like being *inside* joy," to quote Star Trek: Generations. I kinda wish I had weird dreams with cucumbers... maybe pickles.

Deja-vu-type dreams are, indeed, scary. Just before exams, I always dream that I have already done the exam, and failed, or that I forget about the exam and turn up just when everybody is leaving, or something like that. It has never actually happened... so far...

Being "inside joy" would be pretty cool. Everything like a sunrise... a person dressed in white... beautiful...

The best way to have weird dreams, I have discovered, is to not go to bed at all one night, and then go to sleep about mid-day the next day. In my case, my poor little body clock (which is called Jerry) gets very confused, and somehow this causes me to have bizarre dreams.

Deja vu dreams are probably my favorite kind. Except, it always happens that only a very minor piece of the dream actually happens, so I'm left there wondering what on earth happened to the rest of the dream. Like I had one one time in which I and a friend of mine were eating pizza in our Excel class at school... which happened one day. Only in the dream he started force feeding me, and in life he just kinda giggled and asked if he could go down to the school's dark room with my class. So I guess that's not a very good example, but anyway... I had a dream once about my math class (I've noticed that all our forums are about this at one point or another... now that's frightening!), where someone who was in the thread below mine (meaning the level:theoretical and regular) was somehow in my class. Well, just so happened she was in my class this year: she took some stuff over the summer to leap up a thread. So I guess that one's a better example.

Being inside joy was the most beautiful experience in my entire life (interesting, considering it's a dream). I didn't actually remember the dream until a while after I dreamt it, but everytime I get all depressed for whatever reason, I think about that and in the very least I smile.

My weirdest dreams always come when I'm exhausted or delirious with a sickness... usually incorperating whatever I watched on TV before I went to bed. If fact, I had one where I was a character in an episode (that was already made) and all the characters reacted to me just like they would to anyone in the normal episode. That was cool.

"O, I have pass'd a miserable night,
So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams,
That, as I am a Christian faithful man,
I would not spend another such a night,
Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days,
So full of dismal terror was the time!"
(King Richard III)

Fortunately I haven't quite such a bad night as that...

Those deja vu dreams you have had sound very weird. And in my dictionary, "weird" is synonymous with "very cool."

What is it about TV that causes people to have bizarre dreams? It seems to be a regular occurrence. In fact Harold (that's my brain) once told me that he doesn't like watching TV because he thinks the TV is trying to tell him something, only he can't quite work out what it is, and it annoys him.

I'm lucky to never have had a night quite like that one. Although, I had a very interesting dream that one of my best friends had died... and I didn't cry or something to that effect (I had a dream within the dream that made that very important)... honestly scared the crap out of me. (he was overseas at the time, and I was worried about him).

TV and weird dreams... I'm not sure what the connection is. I think when we're sleeping our subconcious tries to sort things out, and if we watch TV right before we go to bed, that's fresh in our minds, and therefore showcased in our dreams. At least, I guess that's the way it works. If I'm really bored when I'm trying to sleep, I think about the show for whatever twisted reason I can think of, but that usually keeps me up. However, this "Harold"'s hypothesis is probably correct... I'd say the TV is trying to tell us something. I'm just not sure yet, so I shall keep watch(ing).

Probably, watching TV just before going to bed is not a good idea, since TV is a very confused thing even at the best of times... I think it even manages to confuse itself. In which case, maybe it gives itself nightmares when it goes to sleep... Perhaps?

Perhaps... maybe all those nightmares are the terrible American sitcoms? Makes sense to me.

Heh heh heh. Good observation there...

There's nothing quite like Monty Python. Are you fortunate enough to have seen it?

(P.S. Sorry that I keep replying to these forums... But if I stop h2g2'ing then I'll have to start working. So there's no competition really...)

Monty Python is probably one of my favorite things in the world... but I regret I haven't seen much of it other than the Holy Grail and "And Now For Something Completely Different".

It's okay that you keep replying to the forums... it's kinda like having a *very* slow conversation. Besides, why work... it's only like almost midnight in England, right? (let's see, almost seven here, add five hours... yeah, midnight) You've got all night to work.

Well, yes, that's the way I look at it.

No. 1.
The Larch.
The LARCH.

(One of my favourite Python sketches )

If you ever get the chance to see "The Life of Brian" I highly recommend it. Just try not to think about its theological "dodginess"...

(You're right. It is 11:43pm here now.)