Memorial Day

I'd post a bit about it being Memorial Day and all, but my mind still hasn't gotten past "Bluh…hot…wahhh…"

I got some ice cream a few minutes ago. In my mind, I fantasized about it looking something like this:

I kinda stole the picture from Google Images…

What a lovely fata morgana. It ended up looking like this:

Sorry I ate most of it on the way upstairs. Also: Yes, I'm eating ice cream out of a mug, and yes, I often use books as tiny little tables when I'm sitting on my bed. 

If I could think of anything else to say, I'd say it, but…bluh…hot…

Uh, happy Memorial Day! What a miserable excuse for a post. Here is my favorite awesome thing for today. If you want an awesome thing vaguely related to this post, then here and here. *drools*

(My ice cream is gone now. I am sad.)

Towel Day

Towel Day was yesterday, and in all the kitty excitement, I just plum forgot to write a post about it! I feel like such a bad Hitchhiker. I mean, I carried a towel around with me all day and everything, but still.

What's that, you say? Explain what Towel Day is? Well, if you insist.

Now there's a frood who really knows where her towel is.

It's a tribute to Douglas Adams! Who wrote The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy! Everybody carries around towels all day! See quote from the book:

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker 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 vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft 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 avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); 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.

Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)

See? (Yeah, I kinda copy+pasted that from Wikipedia. That's why the font's all messed up.)

Well…yeah. Maybe next year I'll dig out a beach towel, instead of just grabbing one from the bathroom.