Total Perspective Vortex
What really happened to Trillian? Theories abound, but you can see what she's really been up to on this blog. If you're looking for white mice, depressed robots, or the occasional Pan Galactic Gargleblaster you might be better served here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/hitchhikers/guide/.
Don't just sit there angry and ranting, do something constructive.
In the words of Patti Smith (all hail Sister Patti): People have the power.
Contact your elected officials.
Don't be passive = get involved = make a difference.
Words are cool.
The English language is complex, stupid, illogical, confounding, brilliant, beautiful, and fascinating.
Every now and then a word presents itself that typifies all the maddeningly gorgeousness of language. They're the words that give you pause for thought. "Who came up with that word? That's an interesting string of letters." Their beauty doesn't lie in their definition (although that can play a role). It's also not in their onomatopoeia, though that, too, can play a role. Their beauty is in the way their letters combine - the visual poetry of words - and/or the way they sound when spoken. We talk a lot about music we like to hear and art we like to see, so let's all hail the unsung heroes of communication, poetry and life: Words.
Here are some I like. (Not because of their definition.)
Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Smart Girls
(A Trillian de-composition, to the tune of Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys)
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
Smart girls ain’t easy to love and they’re above playing games
And they’d rather read a book than subvert themselves
Kafka, Beethoven and foreign movies
And each night alone with her cat
And they won’t understand her and she won’t die young
She’ll probably just wither away
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
A smart girl loves creaky old libraries and lively debates
Exploring the world and art and witty reparteé
Men who don’t know her won’t like her and those who do
Sometimes won’t know how to take her
She’s rarely wrong but in desperation will play dumb
Because men hate that she’s always right
Mama don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
Don’t let them do puzzles and read lots of books
Make ‘em be strippers and dancers and such
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be smart girls
They’ll never find men and they’re always alone
Even though men claim they want brains
It's like a Pulte McMansion development - it just springs up one day, sprawling as far as the eye can see, and it all looks the same.
I wonder what the bears, moose and other displaced water animals think?
Moose to bear: "Dam it, you let one beaver in and look what happens...there goes the neighborhood."
Bear to moose: "I'm afraid to hibernate, you can't turn your back on beavers for a minute. They're crafty and eager, can't be trusted."
Moose to bear: "Yeah, I was talking to goose and he said they're having encroachment problems. They were nesting and a beaver hooked up a branch right to their nest! That's going a step too far, there are little ones involved, there. As soon as the little ones can fly they're moving and renesting outside of Edmonton."
Bear to moose: "Aw, that's a shame. I mean, you want to take a stand, but I understand why they're leaving, you're just one goose, you know? And you have to consider your family, the little ones. They grow up next door to beavers and the next thing you know they're dating them...I mean, I'm all for beaver rights, but I don't want one dating my daughter."
Moose to bear: "Yep, yep. Sad day when families are chased farther away. Soon they'll be everywhere, just one big beaver nation."
Bear to moose: "I have a cousin down in the states, you remember, Ben? Well, he's got a nice place on protected land in Florida, one of those gated communities. We're thinking of going down there."
