don't panic

we ventured out into the world of the living to see "hitchhiker's guide" with our friends john and kirsten. many books strongly define periods of my life; this collection of books is one of them. i read this during a period of great depression, and it lifted me from the depths of my sadness and plopped me squarely onto a sense of elevated satisfaction. i remember cj reading aloud a section detailing marvin the paranoid android and his million years parking cars while we were still dating; we were laying in bed, and he was reading as if i were a child, complete with funny voices and silly faces. in retrospect, that's the perfect illustration of how he thought of me- as a child needing to be amused- but, nonetheless, it introduced me to the books, and after we broke up, i think i started reading the books as a way to remind myself of him. once i got into the story, though, the whole venture was no longer about cj at all, but about bistromathics and the importance of towels and the effects of drinking pan galactic gargle blasters.

i tried to get everybody to read this books- friends, coworkers, dudes on the bus. when i met the cheese, our love of the "guide" was one of the first things we had in common, two dorks that we are. last night, we both agreed that the movie was good, but that no film could ever live up to the books. when i got home, i tucked myself into bed with not my own copy of "the guide," since my friend john still has it, but the cheese's copy of "the guide," and read myself into a beautiful slumber.