DON'T PANIC - it's Towel Day
Today was Towel Day.
To celebrate, adherents carry a towel with them all day. As I spent most of the day napping, I was lying on top of my towel, ready in case the need arose.
What is the use of a towel you ask?
A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Still confused? More information from - Wikipedia
*As always, please check out Cooper and Camilla who always have interesting things to say.
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I woke up my human very early this morning, before 6.30am as he had forgotten to put the wheelie bin out on the kerb last night. Anyway, it was great as I was starving and wanted an early breakfast.
Afterwards, and after I had done my morning wee, I spotted a white dog in the front of our yard through the gap in the front gate from my deck. When my human did take the bin out, he saw that it was a dalmation puppy (well a big one) who was cold and scared.
My human tried to coax the dog to our backyard in order to trace her family, but the dog was too scared and hid in the bushes by the fence line. He even woke Emily up to help, but the dog ran off.
Hopefully, her family woke up soon and realising that they should have put a collar on the dog with identification, and kept the dog inside their house, they will look for her.
So that was the excitement for the day.
Tonight is lap and TV night.
keisercat@wildmail.com
To celebrate, adherents carry a towel with them all day. As I spent most of the day napping, I was lying on top of my towel, ready in case the need arose.
What is the use of a towel you ask?
A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value - you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you - daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost". What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Still confused? More information from - Wikipedia
*As always, please check out Cooper and Camilla who always have interesting things to say.
.........ooooooooOOOOOOOOoooooooo........
I woke up my human very early this morning, before 6.30am as he had forgotten to put the wheelie bin out on the kerb last night. Anyway, it was great as I was starving and wanted an early breakfast.
Afterwards, and after I had done my morning wee, I spotted a white dog in the front of our yard through the gap in the front gate from my deck. When my human did take the bin out, he saw that it was a dalmation puppy (well a big one) who was cold and scared.
My human tried to coax the dog to our backyard in order to trace her family, but the dog was too scared and hid in the bushes by the fence line. He even woke Emily up to help, but the dog ran off.
Hopefully, her family woke up soon and realising that they should have put a collar on the dog with identification, and kept the dog inside their house, they will look for her.
So that was the excitement for the day.
Tonight is lap and TV night.
keisercat@wildmail.com
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