Wed, 09/05/2007 - 15:51 — penny
I'm really tired, and I don't have a super good reason. or even a vaguely good reason. Partly because one of my favorite people from work (one of 2 that I can talk to that will look me in the eye, you know, someone that respects me) just left, his last day was today. Even better, he's going to go work in the green zone in Baghdad. I am not taking it well. I bought him a towel, and attached the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy towel quote to it...I did this for my friends when we graduated high school, too. I changed it a bit, and put the recipients' names in instead of Ford Prefect's. It is my favorite quote ever.
"The HitchHiker's Guide to the Galaxy has a few things to say on the subject of towels.
A towel, it says, 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 vapours; you can sleep
under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of
Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft 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 to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast
of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't
see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); 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.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For
some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitchhiker) discovers that a
hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he
is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of
biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather
gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily
lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the
hitchhiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is
that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough
it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still
knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase which has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you
sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where
his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy:
really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)"
Here are house things. I promised pictures of the shower tile. Travertiiiiiiine!
In the Fiber Room, a.k.a., Penny's office, there are some nice built in cubbies instead of a closet. The two without doors are doll house sized. So that's where Kirsten lives now, and not in her box. Her bed was set up before ours was.
Oh, and Jennifer did a very. bad. thing. She made us watch Heroes. Now we're hooked, and we have to finished Season 1 before Sept 24, when Season 2 starts. When I say hooked, I mean it's hard to pry us off the couch, what with all the cliff hanger endings, and the resolutions are so close....just push play! We don't have to wait a week. Jennifer, what did you get us into? ( P.S. Thank you!)