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

So this weekend, my Amy, and a friend of ours (Bill!) went down to Coney Island for the annual Mermaid Parade. It was the most fun I've had in a while. All the freaks come out and dress up like mermaids/men, mer-transvesties, tritans, fish, and other nautical creatures. Some people were bearing quite a bit to the crowd, but seashells and body paint covered... most. It was beautiful out, and we drank yummy daquaris and then rode the Cyclone (note: not a good mixture). We then went over to Sheepshead bay to this fantastic seafood restaurant (to keep the theme going) Lundy's...

Then Sunday I had to help my friend move... Nothing like carrying heavy junk down from a 3rd floor walk up in the heat while double parking a van in Manhattan... But we worked fast and I think I built up a nice karma buffer.

And here I am ... weekend over, sunburned and with aching muscles....

I moved this weekend. My friends helped me carry my junk 2 flights up. They were great though and it only took us about 2 hours to move me, and then we all got drunk. Hooray!

Your friends are the people that help you move and visit you when you're sick. You're a good friend.

I was actually thinking that it was funny that we were both carrying lots of boxes this weekend...

It definitely helps to have friends though... and you know which ones are the real ones when you have to get a king-sized matress down curvy manhattan apartment stairs

Congrats on your new place... pretty exciting, huh?

It really is...and the best part is when the landlord and his son think you're cute and so they help, and it becomes a macho "honor" thing and so Josh and Dave start to flex their muscles and as a result all of the really heavy stuff gets lifted by boys trying to outgrunt each other.

For that kind of USEFULL macismo we reward around here with plenty of booze and pizza. 4 pm at my new place was kind of a stumbly time.

Ah, but watch out.. they're sicilian!

You're lucky you're a girl... Unfortunately I guess my machismo was not worth pizza and lots of beer... although I did get *a* beer... and a sandwich.. guess I have to start working out again

Well.. you did get something cold. And I didn't let anybody start drinking until we got everything into the house..then I took the truck back and went back to the house and joined in. What kind of sandwich was it? The kind of sandwich you are given can say a lot about a person.

Roast beef... what does roast beef say? (besides moo)

Roast beef says that you're a rugged, helpful man.

Roast beef is pretty good. Peanut butter & Jelly would have been bad in this situation.

good...
I am not a fan of peanut butter and jelly...

although, I really wouldn't call myself particularly rugged...
helpful perhaps

That's alright. Helpful is good.

Now, if you'd gotten ham, I wouldn't have been able to help you. I don't know what ham says about a person.

Maybe you should right an entry on sandwiches and what they mean... "Sandwich divination" and whatnot...

If you don't know what ham means, I wonder how baffled you'd be by spam...

Spam means you're an alien.

*beeps and boops around for awhile*

Nah, not really. I've never had spam. Or even a spamburger or a spamwich. Heh. Spamburger.

eep op ork ah ah

My father is pro-spam... in fact he has this great book celebrating bad food called "I"m a spam fan" funny stuff...

So you've had it then. What does it taste like? I'm not a ham fan in the first place so if it resembles ham I'll be horrified.

Actually, no... I've never had spam... even though my father has tried numerous times to get me to eat it... it's the jelly stuff packed around it that creeps me out...

Uhg. Yes. Anything packed in a jelly-like substance is just no good. Kinda like wet cat food.

EEEEEEEEEEEWWWW!!! *gets grossed*

ick ick ick...

but then again, maybe when I die I'll have them put me in jelly...
hmmmm

When I die I want them to cremate me and dump the ashes somewhere. I don't want any of this "buried alive" or "lay in the grave for 100 years" or "haunted the house" ... non 'o THAT crap, thank you very much. Return me to the earth. Mix my atoms back in with all the other ones. Thank you very much.

Not me...
I want one day 1000 years from now, someone to twist the metal key on my coffin lid, peel back the top, and find me perfectly preserved in spam jelly... hopefully with a really really creepy grin on.

LOL!! That's not a half-bad idea.

Considering what you've said I now think that I'd want to make a perfect wax model of myself sawed in half and screaming with blood and guts everywhere, put it in a coffin, and bury THAT.

Hah. Let's see seventyith century man deal with the ramifications of that.