Something about my past...but nothing to do with the fact that the birthday called "42" is behind me...by a bit. Pfffft.
In college, I was appointed to a crash course in the Hitchhikers Trilogy. The title volume: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. The series ends with So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish. Go figure.
Still, I get all tickly inside w/this memory. My first boyfriend in college actually read the entire trilogy to me--all four books. Out loud. In the Texas A&M library. And then proceeded to crack up (again, out loud) at all the right geeky moments. Stellar.
I can't point my finger only at him, though. This series was funny. Bizarre, but funny. Of course, anything in one's youth that fits that description should be suspect. That suspicious certainly was confirmed when the movie came out a few years ago.
Oy! Some memories of the book series clicked and others were just...off. Or maybe I didn't envision things being said in English accents. It was like a B-version (or less) Austin Powers.
In any case, it makes me laugh now to think that today's date in binary (42)--to some might present the answer to life, the universe and everything. Not that I believe it, but it does make for a fun, quirky answer to life' more serious questions.
I think Microserfs is calling my name now.



