i was absolutely shocked to hear the news that douglas adams, author of the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy died yesterday morning. i can’t even begin to tell you what that series of books meant to me as a dorky, unpopular teeny-bopper. it provided a connection to other people. when i’d say “where’s your towel?”, it was as if doors opened. i instantly had something to talk about with other kids.
i’m thankful for doug’s brain (the size of a planet) and i hope to meet him for drinks at milliways someday.
he’s clearly spending a year being dead for tax reasons.
i’d love it if he were.