Well, uhh, I'm new and australian too and I thought I would just.. ummm.. well... yeah! Posts ahoy!

I think a new topic needs to be brought up, and i think that topic should be PIRATES because pirates are prob the coolest thing.... ever...

nyar!

Maybe we can start a pirate crew and plunder booty and spanish gallions, then swill grog. wenches for all! So does anyone want to join my mottly crew?

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Pirates eh ?

They are cool. But I think books are even cooler.
They can tell you a lot of thing about pirates and pirates can't tell you a lot of things about books.

So Books are cooler.

Qbix

"To be one of us, you must also be a foul smelling, grog-swilling pig"

Speaking of pigs, my thigh is particularily tender tonight, might I recommend it?

Well, that depends entirely on how it's served... braised in a white wine sauce sounds rather appealing. How much grain have you been eating?

Bah, don't make me watch H2G2 again, heheh 😜
Not that I wouldn't enjoy it, it's just that I've got too much other stuff to do.

Well, if watching it again is totally out of the question... why not consider reading it? Ah, such a great literary work. Everything fits together oh so nicely... hehe, stupid Golgafrinchams.
"That should keep Number Two happy for a bit, he's always wanted some [prisoners]"... wOOt! =)

But erm, is it just me or is 'Mostly Harmless' a bit of a let down?
The bastard killed them all off..!

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The Milliways scene was not in the book. 😀

I'm afraid it was, actually. =)
Chapter 14 of 'The Restaurant at the End of the Universe', I've got it right in front of me. It quite clearly mentions the waiter who got impatient with them... as well as the large dairy animal in chapter 17.

Unless you thought I was referring only to H2G2 and not its sequels, in which case you're entirely correct. Kind of a small technicality though wouldn't you say? *grin*
You still never told me what you thought of 'Mostly Harmless'...
=)

No no no, I mean the whole pig dialogue never happened.

Really?
I'm not exactly sure which version you've got then because in my copy, 'H2G2 A Trilogy in Four Parts'... page 227 contains a very explicit conversation between the large bovine animal in question and Arthur and gang.
Not that it matters, anyway. You're probably sick and tired of me going on about it =)
But it fascinates me that you haven't read this part, or even have a copy that doesn't have it in it. The mind boggles. Ah well.

I swear, the interview with DNA on the H2G2 TV series DVD says that it wasn't in the book!
Bah, now I gonna go search through "The Ultimate HitchHiker's Guide". Bastard! 😉

Oh, I have the crappy Americanized version. They've raped the words! There are no 'U's in anything!

Anyway, just looked at chapter 14, and that's just them getting to Milliways and learning about where they are and then it closes with Zaphod buying drinks. Lies, Lies I say!

A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table, a large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large wat […]
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A large dairy animal approached Zaphod Beeblebrox's table, a
large fat meaty quadruped of the bovine type with large watery
eyes, small horns and what might almost have been an ingratiating
smile on its lips.

"Good evening," it lowed and sat back heavily on its haunches, "I
am the main Dish of the Day. May I interest you in parts of my
body?" It harrumphed and gurgled a bit, wriggled its hind
quarters into a more comfortable position and gazed peacefully at
them.

Its gaze was met by looks of startled bewilderment from Arthur
and Trillian, a resigned shrug from Ford Prefect and naked hunger
from Zaphod Beeblebrox.

"Something off the shoulder perhaps?" suggested the animal,
"Braised in a white wine sauce?"

"Er, your shoulder?" said Arthur in a horrified whisper.

"But naturally my shoulder, sir," mooed the animal contentedly,
"nobody else's is mine to offer."

Zaphod leapt to his feet and started prodding and feeling the
animal's shoulder appreciatively.

"Or the rump is very good," murmured the animal. "I've been
exercising it and eating plenty of grain, so there's a lot of
good meat there." It gave a mellow grunt, gurgled again and
started to chew the cud. It swallowed the cud again.

"Or a casserole of me perhaps?" it added.

"You mean this animal actually wants us to eat it?" whispered
Trillian to Ford.

"Me?" said Ford, with a glazed look in his eyes, "I don't mean
anything."

"That's absolutely horrible," exclaimed Arthur, "the most
revolting thing I've ever heard."

"What's the problem Earthman?" said Zaphod, now transferring his
attention to the animal's enormous rump.

"I just don't want to eat an animal that's standing here inviting
me to," said Arthur, "it's heartless."

"Better than eating an animal that doesn't want to be eaten,"
said Zaphod.

"That's not the point," Arthur protested. Then he thought about
it for a moment. "Alright," he said, "maybe it is the point. I
don't care, I'm not going to think about it now. I'll just ... er
..."

The Universe raged about him in its death throes.

"I think I'll just have a green salad," he muttered.

"May I urge you to consider my liver?" asked the animal, "it must
be very rich and tender by now, I've been force-feeding myself
for months."

"A green salad," said Arthur emphatically.

"A green salad?" said the animal, rolling his eyes disapprovingly
at Arthur.

"Are you going to tell me," said Arthur, "that I shouldn't have
green salad?"

"Well," said the animal, "I know many vegetables that are very
clear on that point. Which is why it was eventually decided to
cut through the whole tangled problem and breed an animal that
actually wanted to be eaten and was capable of saying so clearly
and distinctly. And here I am."

It managed a very slight bow.

"Glass of water please," said Arthur.

"Look," said Zaphod, "we want to eat, we don't want to make a
meal of the issues. Four rare steaks please, and hurry. We
haven't eaten in five hundred and seventy-six thousand million
years."

The animal staggered to its feet. It gave a mellow gurgle.

"A very wise choice, sir, if I may say so. Very good," it said,
"I'll just nip off and shoot myself."

He turned and gave a friendly wink to Arthur.

"Don't worry, sir," he said, "I'll be very humane."

It waddled unhurriedly off into the kitchen.

A matter of minutes later the waiter arrived with four huge
steaming steaks. Zaphod and Ford wolfed straight into them
without a second's hesitation. Trillian paused, then shrugged and
started into hers.

Arthur stared at his feeling slightly ill.

"Hey, Earthman," said Zaphod with a malicious grin on the face
that wasn't stuffing itself, "what's eating you?"

And the band played on.

Damn Americanized versions.
Stop taking stuff off the web without citing it.

I didn't. I ripped it out of the .txt off of my HD....and I thought it was already well referred to in previous posts damnit.