The author of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series was born today in 1952. I remember picking up the first book in high school and thinking, “Hey, this is cool.” Stuff like this was the soul of wit to a 17-year-old me:
“You know,” said Arthur, “it’s at times like this, when I’m trapped in a Vogon airlock with a man from Betelgeuse, and about to die of asphyxiation in deep space that I really wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was young.”
“Why, what did she tell you?”
“I don’t know, I didn’t listen.”
If you haven’t read any and you like science fiction and/or Dr. Who, go pick it up–at the very least so you can get all the “42” jokes out there.
I left a note card for a couple of managers when I quietly quit McCann. I wrote, “Goodbye! and thanks for all the fish.”
Nice!