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

Don't really have much to say here. A declaration of lack of understanding? I don't believe in understatements though, so it may not be the way to go. I'm either lonely or surrounded and crowded and swamped, or both, don't know which is preferable, and sick of it all. *You* know, the basics. Their manuals all get lost in the mail, buttons get pushed, they explode, and they're even worse than computers.

Not having much to say might be the problem. Suppose you chanced upon the future Mr Jenny Munroe and swamped him with the idea you didn't have much to say because you do not have much to think with.

I know the problem is that women are overawed with us (and rightly so) but supose you meet one who would treat you as an equal. (Yes there are a lot of halfwits in trousers too.) He may be returning the compliment.

Thank you for the advice, I suppose. Actually, things have been rather better since I wrote that. Being in love and all often has that effect. Someone who knows his buttons and is learning mine with no damaging explosions.

I must ask though where you got the idea that I had very little to think with, just for future reference. And I'm not sure about overawed. Some of you make nice toys. A few may be equals, but there are plenty who really don't understand simple one syllable words.

What is a "silly little religion minor" when it is at home? 666 Morris Dancers? A Morris Traveller on a Pilgrimage?

Slightly silly because its not the most practical thing to go for, especially in combination with an art major. Little because it only requires that I take 4 classes. Minor meaning its my lesser speciality at college.

She's not home very often. Nice place to visit, would slit her throat after a week of trying to live there.

What's the obsession with Morris?