Apologies for my increasingly erratic posting, my head has been in the ground and my feet in the air lately. That and I'm somewhat distracted by the end of my first year of university rapidly approaching, with all the lovely exams and assignments that come with it. Also, I decided I wanted to change the URL of this blog to something that was both vaguely relevant and did not have 'wank' hidden in the middle of it, as my coursemates gleefully pointed out to me. Little did I know that it would not update links at all, and completely erase my Alexa ranking. For anyone new to this ramblathon I like to call a blog, Alexa rankings are explained in an earlier post which you can read here.
But I digress. Today, Avid Readers, is May the 25th. Not an important day to many, but to me it is nigh on holy. May 25 is Towel Day, an international celebration of the works of Douglas Adams, Primarily his book series 'The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy' (They are all excellent reads, and well worth checking out. Don't watch the film, it's rubbish). On this day, all Hitchikerites are required to carry a towel with them.
Why a towel, well, according to the man himself, A towel:
"Is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough"
Clearly, any person who can do all of this and still have his towel, is a man to be reckoned with. Hence this mildly bizarre celebration of a pretty bizarre man.
Happy Towel Day Avid Readers! And I leave you with some of the man's best quotes:
"He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife."
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."
"It is no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase 'As pretty as an Airport' appear."
"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't."
And a personal favourite: "Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so."
For more amazing, entertaining, and coma-inducing quotes, head on over here or just read the damn books!
Much Love.
Thought I'd add this one!
ReplyDelete"Take the juice from one bottle of that Ol' Janx Spirit.
Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus V
Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzene is lost).
Allow four litres of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it (in memory of all those happy Hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of Fallia).
Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qualactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heady odours of the dark Qualactin Zones.
Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian suns deep into the heart of the drink.
Sprinkle Zamphour.
Add an olive.
Drink...but very carefully."
Just like humping hedgehogs :P Brilliant one!
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