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8daysofhappy) wrote2011-05-04 03:35 pm
8daysofhappy) wrote2011-05-04 03:35 pm
Originally posted 18th April 2009: Day Six: Douglas Adams
Eight days of happy, day six!
*deliberately lowers the bar again*
Day Six: Douglas Adams
Eight quotes! Because who's awesome? DNA is awesome!
-- Sunlight played along the River Cam. People in punts happily shouted at each other to fuck off. Thin natural scientists who had spent months locked away in their rooms growing white and fishlike, emerged blinking into the light. Couples walking along the bank got so excited about the general wonderfulness of it all that they had to pop inside for an hour.
-- He was a rather overweight man who had been driving wearing a long leather coat and a rather ugly red hat, despite the discomfort this obviously involved. Kate warmed to him for it.
-- "You may not instantly see why I bring the subject up, but that is because my mind works so phenomenally fast, and I am at a rough estimate thirty billion times more intelligent than you. Let me give you an example. Think of a number, any number."
"Er, five," said the mattress.
"Wrong," said Marvin. "You see?"
-- A personal friend?" inquired the Vogon, who had heard the expression somewhere once and decided to try it out.
-- "Do you know," said Sergeant Gilks of the Cambridgeshire Constabulary, blinking with suppressed emotion, "that when I arrive back here to discover one police officer guarding a sofa with a saw and another dismembering an innocent wastepaper basket I have to ask myself certain questions? And I have to ask them with the disquieting sense that I am not going to like the answers when I find them."
-- He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
-- Zaphod grinned two manic grins, sauntered over to the bar and bought most of it.
-- AMERICAN ATHEISTS: What message would you like to send to your Atheist fans?
DNA: Hello! How are you?
===
And a bonus moment of happy!
My brother, whom I love dearly, sent me a Science: It works, bitches t-shirt, which I love dearly, not least because it comes from him. But once you see the arrow you can't unsee it, so I was a little uncomfortable walking around wearing a slogan that asserts dominance by feminising the other party. It makes me deeply, deeply happy, therefore, that with the aid of some paper, sticky tape and a biro, I am now wearing a t-shirt that reads Science: It works, [unproblematic slur]. I'm going to have to redo this amendment every time I wash the shirt, so any suggestions for other alternatives will be greatly appreciated. *beams*
*deliberately lowers the bar again*
Day Six: Douglas Adams
Eight quotes! Because who's awesome? DNA is awesome!
-- Sunlight played along the River Cam. People in punts happily shouted at each other to fuck off. Thin natural scientists who had spent months locked away in their rooms growing white and fishlike, emerged blinking into the light. Couples walking along the bank got so excited about the general wonderfulness of it all that they had to pop inside for an hour.
-- He was a rather overweight man who had been driving wearing a long leather coat and a rather ugly red hat, despite the discomfort this obviously involved. Kate warmed to him for it.
-- "You may not instantly see why I bring the subject up, but that is because my mind works so phenomenally fast, and I am at a rough estimate thirty billion times more intelligent than you. Let me give you an example. Think of a number, any number."
"Er, five," said the mattress.
"Wrong," said Marvin. "You see?"
-- A personal friend?" inquired the Vogon, who had heard the expression somewhere once and decided to try it out.
-- "Do you know," said Sergeant Gilks of the Cambridgeshire Constabulary, blinking with suppressed emotion, "that when I arrive back here to discover one police officer guarding a sofa with a saw and another dismembering an innocent wastepaper basket I have to ask myself certain questions? And I have to ask them with the disquieting sense that I am not going to like the answers when I find them."
-- He attacked everything in life with a mix of extraordinary genius and naive incompetence, and it was often difficult to tell which was which.
-- Zaphod grinned two manic grins, sauntered over to the bar and bought most of it.
-- AMERICAN ATHEISTS: What message would you like to send to your Atheist fans?
DNA: Hello! How are you?
===
And a bonus moment of happy!
My brother, whom I love dearly, sent me a Science: It works, bitches t-shirt, which I love dearly, not least because it comes from him. But once you see the arrow you can't unsee it, so I was a little uncomfortable walking around wearing a slogan that asserts dominance by feminising the other party. It makes me deeply, deeply happy, therefore, that with the aid of some paper, sticky tape and a biro, I am now wearing a t-shirt that reads Science: It works, [unproblematic slur]. I'm going to have to redo this amendment every time I wash the shirt, so any suggestions for other alternatives will be greatly appreciated. *beams*