*thinks for a moment*
Dear Zaphod.
Hello, hi, your very own Ford Prefect here. As hip as you are, able to build bridges between the stars, and stuff, unfortunately you have not been able to overcome the tragic 'busy typist syndrome'. And consequently, you have now spent four weeks in inactivity. I don't have the slightest recollection of how to hold a proper Betelgeusian funeral, so I'd appreciate it if you snapped back to life. Apparently there are four weeks until you'll be snatched up by other willing typists. Quite an ultimatum, but you've been getting those all your life, so not much surprise there. You seem to attract them. Must be your shades, man.
A toast to Real Life,
Ix Ford Prefect.
Hello, hi, your very own Ford Prefect here. As hip as you are, able to build bridges between the stars, and stuff, unfortunately you have not been able to overcome the tragic 'busy typist syndrome'. And consequently, you have now spent four weeks in inactivity. I don't have the slightest recollection of how to hold a proper Betelgeusian funeral, so I'd appreciate it if you snapped back to life. Apparently there are four weeks until you'll be snatched up by other willing typists. Quite an ultimatum, but you've been getting those all your life, so not much surprise there. You seem to attract them. Must be your shades, man.
A toast to Real Life,
Ix Ford Prefect.