Some people are born to greatness while others have greatness thrust upon them. Neither of those describes me. I'm more of the hermit/crotchety/Pastafarian/mediocre type carbon life form. I keep living my life until I have wealth thrust upon me which will happen when I find that cached pirate’s booty that has been buried in the back forty. (Don’t ask me how, or why, pirates would bury their gold miles from the ocean and in the bush, they just did okay.)
Friday, May 25, 2012
Happy Towel Day
As I sit here wrapped in my towel I am contemplating a world without Douglas Adams and am sad. Douglas is a permanent honorary member of the Old Shoes and Tea Society, and has a special place in my heart. His mind was a place of wonder which to this day I never tire of exploring. I love his depressed yet brilliant robot, the white mice, Magrathea, Vogon poetry, Dirk Gently, the Monk, and so, so much more.
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