Seeing that Towel Day was approaching, I nearly ordered this, but I'm making do with the Flickr towelday group instead.
Saw Star Trek last Wednesday; been rewatching Firefly; have so many things to write that I expect my head'll explode before the end of the week, which is exactly why my towel and I are now headed for the cottage to work. No internets, no worries, see.
Here's one of my favourite bits -- the one I can really identify with -- from THHGTTG (well, from So long, and thanks for all the fish, actually):
In Santa Barbara they stopped at a fish restaurant in what seemed to be a converted warehouse.
Fenchurch had red mullet and said it was delicious.
Arthur had a swordfish steak and said it made him angry.
He grabbed a passing waitress by the arm and berated her.
"Why's this fish so bloody good?" he demanded, angrily.
"Please excuse my friend," said Fenchurch to the startled waitress. "I think he's having a nice day at last."
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