Sorry for the prolonged silence. Computer issues dealt with, and I'm happy to be back among the living.
Wendo and I went to see "Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy" this weekend. All I can say is that it's about time this movie came out. It's reasonably true to the book, with some nice tangents thrown in. This particular incarnation of Zaphod is really fantastic. All hyperbole intended, it really is a must see, especially these days. It's the best movie I've seen in years, and I had a big fat grin on my face the whole time. The wine we smuggled in didn't hurt either. John Malkovich is scary though...
Douglas Adams was a genius. And Bill Rushing got to meet him, the lucky sod. My closer friends probably know that The Guide is more or less my bible, and there aren't many annoying or downright dangerous foibles of the human race that Adams didn't run through the wringer perfectly. He said one of the top three smartest things ever said; "Religion is such a small way of looking at the universe." I think of that line every time I see some loudmouth Christian/Jew/Muslim frothing at the mouth about God's will or some other brand of entitlement. The Mormons are out in force right now. "Here, read this," I'd yell as I toss a copy of The Guide at their heads while rat-tailing them with my Marks & Spencer towel. "The answer is 42. Now shut up, wipe that smarmy grin off your face, and go back to Utah."
Slartibartfast said it best; "The chances of finding out what's really going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied...I'd far rather be happy than right any day."
"Does it really cosmically matter if I don't get up and go to work today?" Of course not. Everybody take the day off.