Reply to: Vogons

[Zigenare]

Are you saying that you accept what I posted was factual, and now you feel the need to change the subject?

I don't know if it's factual and I certainly wasn't changing the subject.

Also, which part of "Another inneresting fact" did you not understand to be acknowledging your "fact"?

Just asking so that I can ensure you don't make that mistake again.

[WTFH]

Very inneresting.

Another inneresting fact is that i play HHGTTG under CP/M on my home designed and built Z80 and Z180 computers.

How's that for a furry analgesic?

Are you saying that you accept what I posted was factual, and now you feel the need to change the subject?

[Zigenare]

Nope, but I know a bit of the history of H2G2.

Adams and Johnstone went to school together and in the early versions of the books, Johnstone was named as the worst poet in the universe. Johnstone then wanted it changed as he was a businessman running a media company, so Adams created Paula Jennings, but made clear reference back to Paul.

If you don't like H2G2, those facts, like the rest of this thread, are probably best avoided.

Very inneresting.

Another inneresting fact is that i play HHGTTG under CP/M on my home designed and built Z80 and Z180 computers.

How's that for a furry analgesic?

[NotAllThere]

I got a drink out of a vogon once. Bill Wallis bought a round at his son's 18th birthday bash. Cool story, I know.

[WTFH]

You're JohnTheBike in drag, aren't you?

Nope, but I know a bit of the history of H2G2.

Adams and Johnstone went to school together and in the early versions of the books, Johnstone was named as the worst poet in the universe. Johnstone then wanted it changed as he was a businessman running a media company, so Adams created Paula Jennings, but made clear reference back to Paul.

If you don't like H2G2, those facts, like the rest of this thread, are probably best avoided.

[Zigenare]

Just discovered that Paul Neil Milne Johnstone died in 2004.
He was the original. From Beehive Court, Beehive Villas, Redbridge
Unlike the fictional Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings who lived in Wasp Villas, Greenbridge,

You're JohnTheBike in drag, aren't you?

[WTFH]

What about special provision for those who can't sing, can't play guitar and take out their frustrations by making stupid decisions on internet forums in registry offices?

FTFY

[DaveB]

What about special provision for those who can't sing, can't play guitar and take out their frustrations by making stupid decisions on internet forums?

Thats why you have the counting thread.

[BrilloPad]

What about special provision for those who can't sing, can't play guitar and take out their frustrations by making stupid decisions on internet forums?

[WTFH]

Just discovered that Paul Neil Milne Johnstone died in 2004.
He was the original. From Beehive Court, Beehive Villas, Redbridge
Unlike the fictional Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings who lived in Wasp Villas, Greenbridge,

[DaveB]

I quite liked it.

Some of the metaphysical imagery is particularly effective.

[NotAllThere]

I quite liked it.

[DaveB]

I bet Paul Johnstone could do worse

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay.
They rotted.
They turned
Around occasionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal.

Read at your own risk.

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits, in midsummer morning
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,mashurbitries.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

[WTFH]

I bet Paul Johnstone could do worse

The dead swans lay in the stagnant pool.
They lay.
They rotted.
They turned
Around occasionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal.

[unixman]

"Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning"