Mostly harmless.

There's not much to me...I guess the best way to describe me is mostly harmless. MOSTLY.


Some of my favorite quotes from Douglas Adams:

Life is like a grapefruit. Its sort of orangy-yellow and dimpled on the outside, wet and squidgy in the middle. Its got pips inside, too. Oh, and some people have half a one for breakfast.

Somewhere in the cosmos along with all the planets inhabited by humanoids, reptiloids, fishoids, walking treeoids, and superintelligent shades of the color blue, there was also a planet entirely given over to ballpoint life forms. And it was to this planet that unattended ballpoints would make their way, slipping away quietly through wormholes in space to a world where they knew they could enjoy a uniquely ballpointoid lifestyle, responding to highly ballpoint-oriented stimuli, and generally leading the ballpoint equivalent of the good life.

An ex-Pralite monk's method to hunting:
It consists mainly of standing still for a while and smiling! :-D
After a while an animal -a deer perhaps - will appear from out of the trees and watch you cautiously. Continue to smile at it, let your eyes soften and shine, and radiate a deep and universal love, a love which reaches out to embrace all of creation. A wonderful quietness will descend on the surrounding countryside, peaceful and serene, emanating from your transfigured body. Slowly the deer will approach, step by step, until it almost nuzzles you, whereupon you will reach out and break its neck.

History is never altered you see, it just fits together like a jigsaw. ~ He picked up the letter Q [scrabble] and hurled it into a distant privet bush where it hit a young rabbit. The rabbit hurtled off in terror and didn’t stop till it was set upon and eaten by a fox which choked on one of its bones and died on the bank of a stream which subsequently washed it away ... he was terribly upset when she suddenly passed away as a result of drinking water from a pool that had been polluted by the body of a dead fox ...

These creatures you call mice, you see, they are not quite as they appear. They are merely the protrusion into our dimension of vastly hyperintelligent beings. The whole business with the cheese and squeaking is just a front.

Arthur had jammed himself against the door to the cubicle, trying to hold it closed, but it was ill fitting. Tiny furry little hands were squeezing themselves through the cracks, their fingers were ink-stained; tiny voices chattered insanely.
Arthur looked up.
'Ford!' he said, 'there's an infinite number of monkeys outside who want to talk to us about this script for Hamlet they've worked out.’

They discovered a small asteroid inhabited by a solitary old man who claimed repeatedly that nothing was true, though he was later discovered to be lying.

Curiously enough, the only thing that went through the mind of the bowl of petunias as it fell was Oh, no, not again. Many people have speculated that if we knew why the bowl of petunias had thought that we would know a lot more about the nature of the Universe than we do now.

Stones, then rocks, then boulders, pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.

The party and the Krikkit warship looked, in their writhings, a little like two ducks, one of which is trying to make a third duck inside the second duck, while the second duck is trying very hard to explain that it doesnt feel ready for a third duck right now, is uncertain that it would want any putative third duck to be made by this particular first duck anyway, and certainly not while it, the second duck, was busy flying.




(1 + 9 + 7 - 8 + 5) * 3 = 42

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