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Monday, May 25, 2015

The Towel Day post

Has the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal been bothering you again? I hope not, for you are too smart, and can dodge the creature easily. All you needed was to lead it to the grandmother of an unsuspecting Vogon — a creature available throughout the vastness of the Universe.

It is that time of the year, when the little blue-green planet — the one about ninety-two million miles from the small unregarded yellow Sun at the western spiral arm of the Galaxy — celebrates Towel Day.

And no, we have given up on digital watches. Even digital cameras. We have taken to selfie sticks instead, which is something, I am sure, even the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal will find stupid.

Consider a return, or a vacation, back to this planet. Together we will travel to rocky promontories to find Electric Monks perched on bored horses; if you insist, we may also plan a trip to Sago Mud Salad; and more.

We rarely invite our ancestors to dinner, for we are seldom proud of them. This, despite the fact that ancestors belonged to the days when spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri.

The above paragraph was irrelevant. I was simply showing off that I know your lines. But then, common sense ranks way, way above 79th on the priority lists of my life, not to speak of the Universe and everything.

Oh, and this is a small homage I paid to you. Have a blast!