Are You A Hitchhiker?

Come on you Hitchhiker Fans, there's got to be some out there!
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Don't Panic, the answer is always 42.

So let's discuss it here
Who is your favorite charactor?
Arthur?
Ford?
Trillian?
Zaphod?
Marvin? etc,

What do you like about it?

Please discuss,



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Are you wearing my underwear? 'Cause I'm wearing yours, and it ain't doin' the trick, if you know what I mean...

 

I love that line





So long, and thanks for all the fish / So sad that it should come to this / We tried to warn you all, but, oh, dear / You may not share out intellect / Which might explain your disrespect / For all the natural wonders that grow around you / So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish!

The world's about to be destroyed / There's no point getting all annoyed / Lie back and let the planet dissolve around you / Despite those nets of tuna fleets / We thought that most of you were sweet / Especially tiny tots and your pregnant women / So long, so long, so long, so long, so long! So long, so long, so long, so long, so long! So long, so long, and thanks for all the fish!

If I had just one last wish / I would like a tasty fish!

If we could just change one thing / We would all have learnt to sing!

Come one and all / Man and mammal / Side by side / In life's great gene pool!

So long, so long, so long, so long, so long / So long, so long, so long, so long / So long, so long and thanks for all the fish!

 

I was transformed into a sofa at one stage. I was very comfy.

 

I love Marvin the Parnoid Android, he's depressing. Also the Ship's computer is great as well. Also when Arthur asked the the DrinkMaker to make him some tea is another good scene.

 

Eddie is pretty funny in the book


Here is an excerpt from the Guide on Vogon Poetry

Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" four of his audience members died of internal hemorrhaging, and the President of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. The very worst poetry in the universe was written by Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex. Thankfully it was destroyed when the earth was.

 

*grabs her towel*

 

got mine already

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Random Nonsense From the Book

It is of course well known that careless talk costs lives, but the full scale of the problem is not always appreciated. For instance, at the very moment that Arthur Dent said "I wouldn't want to go anywhere without my wonderful towel," a freak wormhole opened up in the fabric of the space-time continuum and carried his words far far back in time across almost infinite reaches of space to a distant Galaxy where strange and warlike beings were poised on the brink of frightful interstellar battle. The two opposing leaders, resplendent in their black jewelled battle shorts, were meeting for the last time, when, a dreadful silence fell, and, at that very moment, the words, "I wouldn't want to go anywhere without my wonderful towel" drifted across the conference table. Unfortunately, in their native tongue, this was the most appalling insult imaginable, so the two opposing battle fleets decided to settle their few remaining differences in order to launch a joint attack on our galaxy, now positively identified as the source of the offending remark. For thousands of years the mighty starships tore across the empty wastes of space and finally dived screaming on to the planet Earth - where, due to a terrible miscalculation of scale, the entire battle fleet was accidentally swallowed by a small dog. Those who study the complex interplay of cause and effect in the history of the Universe say that this sort of thing is going on all the time.