Today, I am grateful for...
Douglas Adams :) His brilliant, witty, and oddly thought-provoking writing will always hold a special place in my heart. I have rarely laughed out loud while reading as much as I do when I read one of his books. Some of my favorite memories (mostly paraphrased):
Yellow...
Vogon Poetry
The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.
He's spending a year dead for tax reasons.
Every time we press a black button labeled in black on the black panel, a black light lights up black to tell us we did it.
He hoped and prayed that there wasn't an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn't an afterlife.
It is no coincidence that in no known language does the phrase 'As pretty as an Airport' appear.
What's wrong with being drunk? You ask a glass of water.