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Did I mention that I hate Arthur Dent?
I’m not sure if I have made that abundantly clear. I despise him so much that I wish my hatred of Arthur Dent could be fabricated into some sort of monument. If I only had such power. If only someone else in this great wide (or maybe tiny) [...]

“In an extraordinary gesture which it is pointless attempting to describe, Zaphod Beeblebrox slapped both his foreheads with two of his arms and one of his thighs with the other”.
That is just a terrific line and it tickles my brain to imagine Zaphod making that gesture. It seems both sublimely natural and insanely surreal at [...]

The story so far:

Oh Yeah…

9, Nov 2009

During week four, while reading the first eleven chapters of The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, I realized that it’s been much, much longer since the last time I went through it than I realized. Parts of the story are familiar to me, but there are large chunks that I forgot about. I [...]

One Down, Four to Go

2, Nov 2009

I can’t believe how quickly this is going. I also can’t believe how much trouble I’m having keeping up with the reading. “This will be no sweat,” I thought, mere weeks ago. “Fifty pages per week, and from a series of books I already love and enjoy? Easy!”
My only explanation is that I had some [...]