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

Yes, you quite clearly would.

And the answer is ...

Or I might wait for one who enjoys such land-marks ... Not that I would, if I had not been making and enjoying a tidy supper, ... Of course

Thanks for popping by and playing in my journal, folks. I needed some cheering up today.

The job that was supposed to start Friday has been pushed off another couple of weeks. A shirt that I made for my husband has a stain I can't get out, even with the help of the dry cleaner in town. Cost $3.50 to find that out.

I went to the shelter to groom the kitties. Stripe had passed away since my last visit. She was a beautiful friendly long-haired calico. She was not young when I started volunteering there, and recently had been growing very thin.

But we had one cage with two new adult cats. The polydac was terribly shy but the grey one fell all over me like I was a long lost friend. He couldn't love me enough, and kept bashing my head with his like I was family. I took him outside the cage (well, he wouldn't let me put him down) and stared at his card. "Smokey," it read. Then I stared at the big glossy grey cat in my arms. And he stretched up to bash my forehead with his again.

I found one of the regular volunteers. "Smokey. Wasn't Smokey adopted?"

"Yes. As a kitten. Last December. Along with Digit, same cage, the polydac? They just returned them. Said they didn't get along with their dogs." She spoke in short bursts because she was a bit angry about the unfairness of it all. "They're good cats. Both of them." It's unfair because Smokey and Digit are now adults and therefore much harder to adopt out.

Most people want kittens, and we have so many of them, like about 5 or 6 dozen. Ours is a no=kill shelter, which means the adults can stay as long as they remain adoptable.

So, Smokey was right. We did know each other.

You know...

Sorry, excuse the posting above.

It's still lovely that he recognises you though.

Before we started the whole effort to save h2g2, I was making little videos of the kitties and posting them up on petfinder.com. I gotta get back to that.

Here's a pic of a pet who found a pet. http://i.imgur.com/8NqAO.jpg

D'aaaaaaaaaaww

Awwwwwww!

Just went outside to pick food. Tomatoes fight back, and they fight dirty, using chemical warfare. If I don't move fast and wash that evil stuff off in a hurry, it raises welts.

Time to rustle up some dinner, eat it watching a show starring one of our county's most celebrated non-equestrians, and then back to the kitchen for a spell.

I used to, in all honesty, believe that tomatoes were sapping my strength.

No, really. True story. Tomatoes are evil. GET THEE BEHIND ME, PASTA SAUCE!!!

Why would you watch a show involving non-equestrians? Then you don't get to see any ponies!

May the powers smite thee, them wot don't appreciate fine horses in all of their forms and ways!

The show involved both equines and humans, so I'm not actually -deprived. However the leading actor was of the latter variety of mammal.

Our county's most famous son is not that actor, nor any of his co-stars, but the great Seabiscuit, a thoroughbred racehorse of legendary status.

Time for me to go to bed and dream of what I ought to write if only I were awake. G'night.

Someone suggested I couldn't count. That reminded me of a joke. There are three kinds of mathematicians - those that can count and those that can't.

Thank you. I'll be here till Friday.

Anyway, here's my reasoning on the countdown:

T - 4 = Sodit/Mon
T - 3 = Wimpy/Tues
T - 2 = Wibble/Wed
T - 1 = Thing/Thurs
T - 0 = Poets/Fri, the day when our association with the BBC ends.

And for me it's still Sodit/Mon, still daylight even, although it's well past midnight and therefore Wimpy/Tues for many dedicated h2g2 researchers.

In other news, Wangari Maathai, Kenyan environmentalist, human rights advocate & Nobel Peace Prize Winner passed away yesterday. She was in so many ways a pioneer. "When people can't use you, they ridicule what you represent."

5 hours for me here

5 hours till the end of your shift?

yep 07:30 my relief should be here and i will be cut loose for a week, so this little portal to hoo too will be firmly bricked up by the time i get back,

one of the problems i identified last night with MAN was, even though i still BBC access here at work, the BBC interactive content has seriously depleted over the last few years

all the fun old stuff has been deleted and all you get these days is links to wiki and facebook, which is back to a blocked message

looks like brain death in mustard land is the best i can hope for online, looks like its back to the books

It is unfortunate that the BBC has chosen the corporate media top-down model, especially since that is the model which is becoming obsolete. The newer model makes greater use of citizen journalism and is much more appropriate for today's technology. I predict in another 10 years, the BBC will announce a new online policy.

Although it may be small comfort for you in the meantime.

Believe it or not, I once had a job that involved 12-hour sifts and no access to h2g2. I'm pretty sure you can figure out a way to make some little corner of what's left of BBC Online hospitable.