LaVisHh said:

Eh...BorisFishpaw kicked my ass...the thread is over...jack away!

You played Zork?! :O

teller said:

Hell yeah! I even had the t-shirt...

I used to take it serious too, drawing the map as I went along...

I loved it! Did you play, too?

http://www.csd.uwo.ca/Inf...games.html (memories...)

Is the guy on Magrathea? Slartibartfast?

edit: doh someone already got the answer I guess I need to brush up...

Hang on I only half-read the questions. I knew the answers really! I bet I can out-do Boris on HHGTTG trivia

mrdespues said:

Nope

Yup

AlfofMelmak said:

What is the meaning of life?

You mean : The meaning of life, the universe and everything else.

That still leaves : What's the name of the cool judge ?

LaVisHh said:

No, I watched over my brother's shoulder on the Commodore 64. Then when Hitchhiker's came out, he got stuck at the beginning--could never get the Babel fish put in his ear...

Those were heady days, though...having a keyboard was so much cooler than a "regular old Atari."

I'm just continually impressed at what a computer-nerd you are.

Here's a tough one: What profession is Grunthoss the Flatulent?

Borisfishpaw will probably get it right away...LOL...

teller said:

I'm glad you called me a computer-nerd, and not a geek.

teller said:

Oh tough one... don't recognise the name. I'm guessing he was a Vogon guard? Or the poetry reading Vogon captain?

The good book says:

Vogon poetry is of course the third worst in the Universe.

The second worst is that of the Azagoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode To A Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos is reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his twelve- book epic entitled My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save life and civilization, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.

The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England in the destruction of the planet Earth.

I hope this shows up:



Marvin!

Excerpt of Vogon poetry;

Oh freddled gruntbuggly
Thy micturnations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
on a lurgid bee

Groop I implore thee
My froonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly bindlewurdles
Or I will rend thee
in the gobberwarts
with my blurlecruncheon
See if I don't!

I was close! I knew it was related to Vogon poetry

BorisFishpaw said:

Which of the above is actually a curse word?

HMMM...?

Wasn't "Mostly Harmless" terrible though... really bad. Poor ol' Douglas, I guess he did it for the bank manager.

ian said:

I never actually read "Mostly Harmless." I meant to...that bad, eh?

Anybody read any of the Dirk Gently series?

teller said:

Yeah I quite liked the Dirk Gently books...

teller said:

Turlingdrome.

(though of course it's not as rude as belgium)

BorisFishpaw said:

You ARE the KING. Jesus...