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

dir *.mp3 /s

*whirr*

Total Files Listed:
2935 File(s) 14,001,013,733 bytes
0 Dir(s) 63,805,882,368 bytes free

dir *.avi /s

*whirr*

Total Files Listed:
33 File(s) 18,536,693,577 bytes
0 Dir(s) 63,805,882,368 bytes free

dir *.vob /s

*whirr*

Total Files Listed:
25 File(s) 21,196,412,928 bytes
1 Dir(s) 63,805,882,368 bytes free

Rather a lot of mp3s (all newly pruned and newly organised), rather a few DVDs (33 as .avi rips, to be precise), and 4 DVDs neatly decoded as VOB files and awaiting degradation to avi status (a fate not belying at least two of the four, Dogma and The Dish, which are destined to remain high quality copies, being wonderful films).

Suffice to say, I'm enjoying rather a lot having an extra 120gb of hard drive to play with.

Not to give the impression that my contentment is entirely caused by technology, although; this would surely be a lie.



*s to all, s to those who wish*

Wanna sort my mp3 collection?

.. leave VNC running and give me some authentication details and I may just do.. I'm having file-sorting moments at the minute.. I think it's something to do with having been thinking for a semester and wanting some mindless pleasure..

*pokes head in* Can I offer some non-technological inspiration? *shuffles feet in a pitiful attempt to be cute*

You're more than welcome to..

*smiles secretively and prepares little vile with great love* *dabs a touch of a pretty smelling elixir on each of her finger tips, and as an afterthought just under her ears* *gently grazes fingers against each other until she works up a rather lovely charge of electric current* *smiles and claps, shooting showers of white sparks about ten feet in the air, and causing, rather than smoke, a gorgeous haze of opalescent light to linger in the air* *stretches her fingers out towards you, then touches the pulse points on her neck, which ignite a great flame that leaps very high, and grounds at breakneck speed through Njan's body with glowing, silk lightning*

*toes dirt meekly* How was that?

*as rapturous melodies sing through njan's mortal frame, warm undulations of instruments bowed by heaven itself seem to provide the backing on which reality is painted, perception acquiring a translucence and sparkle anew, even through closed eyes filling njan's perception with more wonder than he thought possible. As njan opens his eyes and gazes at the creature responsible, a diaphanous understatement of such beauty yet more perceptively implausible than even the transformation undergone by the dreamscape in the foreground, and though - in being present - all the more entrancing, his eyes blinking intoxicatedly, sensually enlightened and enhanced, yet quite oblivious as to what his course of action should be*

Quite lovely, actually.

*quietly replaces the word 'blinking' with the word 'blink'*

*smiles warmly and brushes her fingers on the gauze of her white dress*

I'd have nothing to offer if not for the energy I draw off of which is premeated by your being. I only return to you what you give.

*bows head a bit and smiles*

*shakes his head softly*.. such a beautiful . *smiles in return*

*es fiercely, then grins impishly and takes up the hems of her dress so she can scamper off across the meadow*

*pauses in her scampering at a distance, turns on her heels, dress hem still clutched in her hands and calls "I read a journal of yours that I missed due to having been on a plane, and it made me quite swoonish...come play with me and make sure I don't...lose consciousness...well, over anything that you don't do to me while playing, anyway..."*

*hopes you can wrap your brain around the (dys)grammar of that last sentence*

.. that sounds like a rather lovely invitation to me. .. *scampers after nyssa*

Still think I'm ?

nnn.... YES! of course!

*sits down opposite you*

*wonders off, reappearing with an easel and set of paints.. dons renaissance-era garb*

*ponders, wanders over to you, contemplatively walks in circles around you*

*walks back to the easel, head obscured by the canvas, and engages intently in activity, head reappearing over the edges now and then, face appearing afresh with new dabs of paint on nose, cheeks, etc*

*stands up straight and says 'tadaaaaa!'*

*turns easel around to reveal picture of L'Oiseau surrounded with sparkles*

*claps hands happily*

waiiiit...you could have at least made my nose look smaller