...God I wish Douglas Adams were alive today. I think we should have preserved his brain, like, put it in a tank with a whole bunch of sensors and scientifical thingamajiggies. And then we could transmit all the crazy shit that's been going on in the world to his brain, and he could come up with a perfect and delightfully clever and ironic solution.
For all of you uncultured morons, Douglas Adams wrote the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's a wonderfully lovely and spectacularly amazing series. I love it love it love it love it. LOVE it. I need to reread those again. Except SOMEONE (My mother) lent out the first one to someone and we have never gotten it back.
Ok, completely different note. You know when you get shitloads of facebook notifications and they're all about random people you don't really know commenting on a photo of you? Am I the only one who freaks out a tiny bit at first that, like, someone photoshopped your head on a nude pic or something, and now everyone's calling you a slut. And you say to yourself "Pff. Please. It's obviously just a big group picture that your friends' friends' are commenting on. ...But there's always that moment of panic.
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Never. No panic here.
(btw the second one is me (Gaia) on Bridget's comp. And this one...)
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