Welcome to my imagination, D! It's a scary place to be!!

And now for something completely different...

It's kinda fun to hang out with the long haired freaky people. At least we try to make it amusing.

Helps if you know the right Monty Python references too!

"I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay"... no... wait! That's just oh so wrong!!

Well, we'll not risk another frontal assault. That rabbit's dynamite.

Dylan wrote:

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Is that a penguin on the Tele?

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Yes. It looks fairly butch.

Since you like that kind of humor, you really would enjoy the Hitchhiker's Guide series:

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm fo the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.

Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue-green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

This planet has- or rather had- a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

And so the problem remained; lots of people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches.

Many were increasingly of the opinion that they'd all made a big mistake in coming down from the trees in the first place. And some said that even the trees had been a bad move, and that no one should ever have left the oceans.

And the, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.

Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible, stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever.

This is not her story.

But it is the sotry of that terrible, stupid catastrophe and some of its consequences.

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-- Edited by Mad Mema at 22:12, 2008-09-22

I went to get the first book of Dark Tower again, but the recycled book store seems to not be where I left it. I'm going to have to locate another one.

Far as Hitchhiker's Guide... how could you not love a book in which the Earth gets destroyed in the first chapter?

What I typed in there was part of the forward. It just goes from there.

The forward to the final book is:

Anything that happens, happens.

Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen.

Anything that, in happening, causes itself to happen again, happens again.

It doesn't necessarily do it in chronological order, though.

YAY! Very soon you too will know the importance of knowing where your towel is!

There is lots of fun to be had throughout the series. When you get to the third book, you meet my favorite minor character... Wowbagger the Infinitely prolonged. He became immortal as a result of an accident involving an irrational particle accelerator, a liquid lunch, and a pair of rubber bands. He gets kind of bored after a few thousand years, so he decides on a mission for his immortal existance... to insult the universe... in alphabetical order.

Probably explains why I'm so darn interested in the ongoings of the LHC.

Probably so.

Probably was harder to get that sort of thing going on with Socrates and Plato as the instructors... they weren't big on blackboards.

Very true... that was back in the day when math was "there's your hammer, there's your chisel, there's your boulder... go divide!"

An important distinction!

-- Edited by Mad Mema at 00:17, 2008-09-23