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

Kiss Miasthma???

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Yes it's an audio handicapping condition where-in certain sounds become different sounds as the result of slack eardrums. It is actually spelled KISS Miasthma in honour of the loudest rock band ever, but I didn't wanna SHOUT, so I went with the slower case.

Oops. That looked bad

What it said was "Mr. Tefkat is yawning so it's bedtime. When he's asleep the cat will return."

And I did.

But now I'm going to bed.

No I am going to bed. Really.


Hey, we're both in the statistics.
You've got one of the longest and I've got seventh most posts

This is Minus-One bending space once again to visit h2g2 another Earth year on, Asking the same questions in a different guise and transfigured by time through Mrs-Badcrumble now into...Dah daaah:-

Researcher Frustratedminusonemrsbadcrumble

.... Until next year...sayonara!

I like your userspace..I'm also intrigued by your comment in your journal about M2M2...*ponder*

Nyssa...
I don't want to cause you to ponder or wonder too long.
You may have noticed that it is my one and only Journal entry and it was made on my first day here at h2g2 nearly three years ago. Then I discovered that 'journal' entries cannot be edited or deleted. So I have tried to keep it pushed well to the bottom of a long and crowded page hoping no one would notice.

I was new to the internet and suffering all the usual excitement and paranoia. Having just discovered h2g2 that day I was eager to participate but I also wanted to make it clear that I am not of the gay persuasion. I don't know if the M2M2 section still exists (I never revisited and they never came after me!) but I knew then that I might have some difficulty in resisting the temptation to bait and hook anyone who wrongly accused me of homophobia because they really don't scare me ..and they make such easy targets.

Due to some confusion in a couple of fast moving threads recently where I have seen your name, I have been confused as to your gender and subsequent gender preferences and I was reluctant to reply here at first just in case your were baiting me on this issue. This particular thread seemed an unusual and unlikely one to choose to say 'hello' given that I provide so much other material on my homepage with which you might have opened a conversation. (HINT: The way to this grumpy old man's heart is thru his belly or his funny bone; all other ports and orifices having been slammed tight years ago.)

Now that I have just read your 'non-fiction' account of a rationalisation against suicide, I must confess to being totally engaged by your online persona. I certainly identify with some of the experiences and thought expressed in that entry. I am happy to say my own youthful experiences of angst, lo these many years ago, and more recent experiences of loss and sorrow, cause me to empathise with your expressions of grief and to agree with your ultimate conclusions that 'life ..goes on'.

You obviously have been close to such a situation and writers do write about what they know. And while I do empathise with your ability to relate to such a situation I am unsure of just how fictional or non-fictional it might be. Because I can vouch for its accuracy and sensitivity it really does not matter whether it is real or imagined; for it rings True.

So let me state quite clearly I am now even more confused as to your identity, age and gender. Though I hasten to add that I find your mind and your location (if it really is the lower left hand corner of the USA) quite appealling. So it will be quite easy and pleasant for me to confine our conversation to Geography and Philosophy if that is your desire. In fact, as frost and north winds turn the leaves of Nova Scotia to red and gold, a lengthy and boastful account of California sunshine might do me a world of good.

jwf

Hmm..to continue with the intrigue, or to spout information....? Well, since the info is readily available on my user space (I believe), I may as well - I am 24 (5/24/78), an Idahoan actually (though I would feel just as at home, perhaps more so since i'm headed that direction, in oregon or northern california..i have a thing with trees and the earth showing some green), I'm widowed (obviously), I'm a perpetual student, I'm theoretically bisexual (lack of opportunity you know, mostly because of the next detail - ), I have two children, aged 3 and almost 4 (catholic twins). You can get a general, albeit bad, impression of what I look like on my userspace. And oh yes, most definitely a femme - not quite sure what to make of the fact that it was in question . It may help to know that most of what I say should be taken with a hefty dose of salt and tongue-in-cheek.

M2M2 is alive, though not necessarily lively. Oddly enough, given some of the conversations that go on here.

Perhaps it's my (not close to being) last remnants of naivety showing, but I can't distinguish between my online persona and who I actually am. I'm sure many indulge, but although I don't claim to have morals or anything more than a minimal set of personal ethics, to me it's important that I'm honest, whether it's emotionally, academically, expressively, whatever. All I have in the end is who I am. It's both my bane and my piece of the divine. Not to romanticize my eccentricity, but then again, what else is there .

I love this time of year. It's emotionally charged, in that the smell of turning leaves and fire spark almost-recollections of things I'm not sure I wish to recall, and we play with the urgency of children who know that winter is coming. As much as winter and lack of light inspires all sorts of melancholia, I don't know that I could live in a place without seasons. Although..it's lovely to walk the beaches in northern california in January, not fearing getting wet.