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

Insomnia. Serves me right for having 3 beers with dinner and falling asleep at 7.

Why is Hollywood making spelling mistakes like bastard and happiness?

Why is FB such a crock yet it may be liberating whole countries?

Why are manic, bi-polar celebrities either actors or dictators?

When did the net become a source? Was it when the #1 fave google search was no longer porn?

I'd rather save the BBC World Service than Hootoo but why not both?

Why can*t I get the tune *It's The End of the World as We Know It* out of my wee pea brain?

Will I go back to phoning my best friend at 3:00 AM when I can*t rant here anymore? Will they threaten to come over an throttle me if I do?

I suppose the net has something we all seek in a friend- patience.


I miss the days here when I considered myself part of the night shift.

Success!

I discovered that Journals just won't post if you misspell bastard.

Imagine.

I was happily singing *It's The End of the World as We Know It* just yesterday!


Of course, I've been singing that quite happily since before Michael Stipe was born.

Going after the lyric rights, then?

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Why does my opaquely minded employer think that having a tea party at 2:00 AM here is a good way to celebrate the wedding?

Why did I forget my reading glasses this morning, forcing me to use one half of a broken pair like a monocle?

Why do fellow employees who glance into my little cave as they go by think the aforementioned monocle is the funniest thing they've ever seen?

Why don't I just go home and chill a few beers ready for the game tonight?