Ah . . . ! What's happening? it thought.
Er, excuse me, who am I?
Hello?
Why am I here? What's my purpose in life?
What do I mean by who am I?
Ah . . . ! What's happening? it thought.
Er, excuse me, who am I?
Hello?
Why am I here? What's my purpose in life?
What do I mean by who am I?
It was for the sake of this day that he had first decided to run for the Presidency, a decision which had sent waves of astonishment throughout the Imperial Galaxy—Zaphod Beeblebrox? President? Not the Zaphod Beeblebrox? Not the President? Many had seen it as a clinching proof that the whole of known creation had finally gone bananas.
All the clouds knew was that they loved him and wanted to be near him, to cherish him and to water him.
They were not the same eyes with which he had last looked out at this particular scene, and the brain which interpreted the images the eyes resolved was not the same brain. There had been no surgery involved, just the continual wrenching of experience.
"Space," it says, "is big. Really big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mindbogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space. Listen..." and so on.
"So much time," it groaned, "oh so much time. And pain as well, so much of that, and so much time to suffer it in too. One or the other on its own I could probably manage. It's the two together that really get me down."
They were not the same eyes with which he had last looked out at this particular scene, and the brain which interpreted the images the eyes resolved was not the same brain. There had been no surgery involved, just the continual wrenching of experience.
"Temporal reverse engineering."
Arthur put his head in his hands and shook it gently from side to side.
"Is there any humane way," he moaned, "in which I can prevent you from telling me what temporary reverse bloody-whatsiting is?"
It: No, the answer is an orange and two lemons.
They obstinately persisted in their absence.
The Guide says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. It says that the effect of a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster is like having your brains smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.
"Well, I wish you'd just tell me rather than try to engage my enthusiasm," said Marvin, "because I haven't got one."
Today we found old pictures of Ornella🌈 and Simba🌈 that reminded us that it's #TowelDay 😻
A day in honour of #DouglasAdams and the pawsome books by him😻
The most impawtent rule during #hedgewatch is: #DontPanic
#HitchhikersGuide #galaxy #sciencefiction #books #Literature #CatsOfMastodon
Happy #TowelDay
I got my towel at hand and the perfect travel reservation for the occasion! 🥳
Gestern mal schön die Füße im Smart Home hochgelegt 😁 Zumindest wenn es um die Haushaltsaufgaben geht. War ehrlich gesagt super praktisch, da ich so die Zeit für meinen Blogpost nutzen konnte. Den letzten Feinschliff, man kennts 😁 #SmartHome #DontPanic #HitchhikersGuide #Glorious25th
Am 25. Mai feiern wir gleich zwei großartige Autoren: Mit dem #TowelDay zu Ehren von Douglas Adams 🛸 und #WearTheLilacDay für Terry Pratchett 🌸. Ein Tag für Handtücher, Flieder und fantastische Geschichten!
#HitchhikersGuide #Discworld #DontPanic #Scheibenwelt #Revolution in #AnkhMorpork #DouglasAdams #TerryPratchett
"I would like to say that it is a very great pleasure, honour and privilege for me to open this bridge, but I can't because my lying circuits are all out of commission."—Marvin
Happy #TowelDay everbody!
#dontpanic #hitchhikersguide #DouglasAdams
Für jede Gelegenheit das passende T-Shirt.
Happy Towel Day. In memorial of Douglas Adams.