Douglas Adams Continuum (DAC)

...but according to my files, there is a suggestion of the DAC having celebrated its 7th birthday on January 23.

Cheers all!

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Before long now, I'll reach the age where farting will be an essential part of propulsion.
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I think I vaguely remember this, though the night is a bit fuzzy... Was I really wearing an 80's jogger's outfit and dancing on the table, or was that someone else?

!woot!
(Do we get cake?)

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Here's to the best forum ever walked cyberspace!
(though it might be an imaginary garden, it's at least filled with real inhabitants...)

Peace
Skei (the dac'er for ever one)

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Ophelia was a preference, not humanly accessible, not as such.

Yay us! Happy anniversary to all my friends, real and imaginary.

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vagabond
birds, any birds, anywhere, any time

Well, that is something special. The occasion calls for parades, balloons, pretty ladies in tight leotards swinging from trapeze, Shriners in tiny cars, a special appearance by Milton Berle, Lionel Ritchie, and Thora Hird. Maybe we could develop it into a quarterly special with a storyline running through it. Or even do different celebrations so it could be marketed as a Choose Your Own Party series. Then, of course, there will have to be cake, liquor, all manner of hard drugs, Kellog's Corn Flakes, anti-depressants, sex toys, and just because I'm feeling silly, a rhinoceros hat stand.

Also, we could arrange for someone being the proverbial turd in a punch bowl by providing the actual turn in the actual punch bowl.

Let's not forget making major announcements on Twitter and Facebook and the men's room at Langley. The place will need a good cleaning. Does anyone have a mop, some cleaner, and a thermonuclear device?

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This has been another random act of nonsense.

around!

*hic*

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I've got the last one.

Dr. S.

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