Tuesday, 9th August 2016

Dear Wikipedia,

This message is to notify you that with regret I’ve decided to resign from my role as occasional Wikipedia editor and contributor since November 2006. Please accept this message as my official notice!

I have enjoyed contributing here and I sincerely appreciate having had the chance to work with everyone.

Thank you for the support and encouragement you have provided me during my time at Wikipedia. I will miss our daily interactions and working on articles with you.

Sincerely,

 BRIANTIST  (talk) 04:04, 9 August 2016 (UTC)Briantist









It Felt Like A Kiss

Quite proud of the It Felt Like A Kiss page.


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"fought giant ogres, pursue exotic philosophies, take tea with weird gods and rescue beautiful monsters from ravening princesses"
"the past isn't a fiction designed to account for the discrepancy between my immediate physical sensations and my state of mind?"
"Oh Zarquon, oh heavens,I've been found. I've been rescued..." // "Well," said one of the officials, "you've been found at least."
Theta-active compounds so powerful that a teaspoonful could irradiate a whole planet. "I'm glad I'm not a planet," muttered Zaphod
"Have you much experience of computers?" "No," he said. Arthur bought the Apple anyway.
Thats what I got, a face drop. Give me 8 years, I said. I hope being 30 doesnt come back into fashion or Ive wasted a lot of money
"Course there was a number on the ticket, it was a bloody raffle ticket wasn't it?"
"One of them showed some horrible green scaly reptilian figure ranting and raving about the Single Transferable Vote system."
"That's right!" agreed Majikthise. "You'll have a national Philosopher's strike on your hands!"
"On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people."
Theta-active compounds so powerful that a teaspoonful could irradiate a whole planet. "I'm glad I'm not a planet," muttered Zaphod.
"On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people."
"They've garble warble fashes!" cried Slartibartfast, still waving at them.
I'd like to say it is a great pleasure, honour + privilege for me, but I cant because my lying circuits are all out of commission
The best way of dealing with a Silastic Armorfiend was to put him into a room of his own ... he would simply beat himself up.
It is one hell of a party. It is also one hell of a thing to get hit by in the small of the back.
"I beg your minuscule pardon?" roared Thor
"I come in peace," it said, adding after a long moment of further grinding, "take me to your Lizard."
"They are afflicted with a certain lassitude. They're just finding it hard to get behind the job. They lack oomph."
"I've been pestered by squirrels all night," said Arthur. "They keep on trying to give me magazines and stuff."
What's that strange thing you British play? Cricket? Self-loathing? Parliamentary democracy! The rules just kind of got there....
Curiously enough, though he didn't know it, he was also a direct male-line descendant of Genghis Khan.
"every single person in the Galaxy had 2.4 legs and owned a hyena"
"Being a sheep startled by a flying saucer was indistinguishable from the feeling of being a sheep startled by anything else"
The slogan was a elaborate pun in Lingua Centauri which was incomprehensible in any other language and pointless at a spaceport.
"History is an illusion caused by the passing of history and that time is an illusion caused by the passing of history."
it is easy to be blinded to the essential uselessness of them by the sense of achievement you get from getting them to work at all
"Prehistoric towel discovered in lava flow. Was God a Marks and Spencer sales assistant?"
"Not with a politician's chance in a truth telling competition"
It was showing a commercial for some brand of toothpaste that would apparently make you feel free if you used it.
"They eat nachos which they say they can't get. They do a lot of coke and are very wonderful about a whole range of things."
Hold stick near centre of its length. Moisten pointed end in mouth,insert in tooth space, blunt end next to gum. Use in-out motion
"This bowl was brought to you by the Campaign to Save the Humans. We bid you farewell."
...with awe, pride, enthusiasm, affection, admiration, regret, jealousy, resentment, in fact most of the better known emotions.
Some people say that the lizards are the best thing that ever happened to them.Theyre completely wrong, but someones got to say it
"Now, let us bow our heads in payment," intoned the voice.
You suspect that if there's any truth it's that the entire multidimensional infinity of the Universe is run by a bunch of maniacs.

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The shadow of the dome of pleasure/Floated midway on the waves

The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, in a moment of reasoned lucidity which is almost unique among its current tally of five million, nine hundred and seventy-five thousand, five hundred and nine pages, says of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation product that "it is very easy to be blinded to the essential uselessness of them by the sense of achievement you get from getting them to work at all.

"In other words - and this is the rock solid principle on which the whole of the Corporation's Galaxy-wide success is founded - their fundamental design flaws are completely hidden by their superficial design flaws."


I run the UK Free TV website, and contribute to Media Guardian Organ Grinder blog and the BBC Backstage lists.

"And are you not," said Fook leaning anxiously forward, "a greater analyst than the Googleplex Star Thinker in the Seventh Galaxy of Light and Ingenuity which can calculate the trajectory of every single dust particle throughout a five-week Dangrabad Beta sand blizzard?"


"That's right!" agreed Majikthise. "You'll have a national Philosopher's strike on your hands!"

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tgheretford awards Briantist this TV Barnstar for all the excellent image contributions made to Wikipedia --tgheretford (talk) 19:34, 27 April 2007 (UTC)

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The Birth of Tragedy

Under the magic of the Dionysian, not only does the bond between man and man lock itself in place once more, but also nature itself, no matter how alienated, hostile, or subjugated, rejoices again in her festival of reconciliation with her prodigal son, man. The earth freely offers up her gifts, and the beasts of prey from the rocks and the desert approach in peace. The wagon of Dionysus is covered with flowers and wreaths; under his yolk stride panthers and tigers. If someone were to transform Beethoven’s Ode to Joy into a painting and not restrain his imagination when millions of people sink dramatically into the dust, then we could come close to the Dionysian. Now the slave a free man; now all the stiff, hostile barriers break apart, those things which necessity and arbitrary power or “saucy fashion” have established between men. Now, with the gospel of world harmony, every man feels himself not only united with his neighbour, reconciled and fused together, but also as one with him, as if the veil of Maja had been ripped apart, with only scraps fluttering around in the face of the mysterious primordial unity. Singing and dancing, man expresses himself as a member of a higher community: he has forgotten how to walk and talk and is on the verge of flying up into the air as he dances. The enchantment speaks out in his gestures. Just as the animals now speak and the earth gives milk and honey, so something supernatural also echoes out of him: he feels himself a god; he himself now moves in as lofty and ecstatic a way as he saw the gods move in his dream. The man is no longer an artist; he has become a work of art: the artistic power of all of nature, to the highest rhapsodic satisfaction of the primordial unity, reveals itself here in the transports of intoxication. The finest clay, the most expensive marble—man—is here worked and hewn, and the cry of the Eleusinian mysteries rings out to the chisel blows of the Dionysian world artist: “Do you fall down, you millions? World, do you have a sense of your creator?