When I am lost in the mists of time I...

An excerpt from the book I'm half reading when I sometimes have time:

The Hitchikerers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, Chapter 25 of Life, the Universe and Everything.

The white Krikkit warship was parked amongst the stark grey crags of the asteroid, alternately flaring under arclights or disappearing in shadow. The blackness of the shaped shadows cast by the hard rocks danced together in wild choreography as the aclights swept around them.

The eleven white robots were bearing, in procession, the Wikkit Key out into the middle of a circle of swinging lights. The Wikkit Key was rebuilt. Its components shone and glittered: the Steel Pillar (or Marvin's leg) of Strength and Power, the Gold Bail (or heart of the infitnite Improbability Drive) of Prosperity, the Perspex Pillar (or Argubuthon Scepter Award for the Most Gratuitous Use OF The Word 'Fuck' In A Serious Screenplay) and the now reconstituted Wooden Pillar (or Ashes of a burnt stump signifying the death of Enlish cricket) of Nature and Spirituality.

'I suppose there is nothing we can do at this point?' asked Arthur nervously.

'No,' sighed Slartibartfast.

The expression of disappointment which crossed Arthur's face was a complete failure, and, since he was standing obscured by shadow, he allowed it to collapse into one of relief.

'Pity,' he said.

'We have no weapons,' said Slartibartfast, 'stupidly.'

'Damn,' said Arthur very quietly.

Ford said nothing.

Trillian said nothing, but in a peculiarly thoughtful and distinct way.

why start a blog at all?

i want to start a blog because it seems like THE trendy thing to do.

many fashion designers have blogs.
many comic artists have blogs.
many many people have blogs.


i too want a blog