Have Towel, Will Travel

If Douglas Adams were alive today, he would have been sixty years old. When he passed, he was only 49. I never met him, but The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has delighted me over and over and over again for many years. It's impossible to encapsulate why I'll gladly cart a towel around on May 25th or how I'll be thrilled to (when the time comes, mind you) celebrate my 42nd birthday, but I'll give it my best shot.

Humor is one of the most challenging forms to write; satire doubly so. Hitchhiker's takes everything I love about what science fiction can be and pokes fun at it in a non-insulting way. I wish I had an ounce of that ability! Instead, I enjoy the work for time immeasurable and occasionally write my own bits of bad poetry.

Happy Birthday, Douglas! And thank you!

Mood: Rested.

Caffeinated Beverages Consumed: Working on it.

Work-Out Minutes Logged Yesterday: I came. I saw. I walked for jerk burgers.

Yesterday's Projects: Game

In My Ears: BBC Radio

Game Last Played: Grepolis BASTARDS!

Movie Last Viewed: Jurassic Park

Book Last Read: [Redacted]

Latest Artistic Project: [Blank]

Latest Release: Strange, Dead Love for Vampire: the Requiem