To The Late Douglas Adams

December 2nd, 2008


To the late Mr. Douglas Adams:

Thank you. Thank you for writing such an amazing "trilogy": The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I don't have any heart-wrenching sob stories about how they have touched my heart or connected to some part in my life; but I do have something to say. They are amazingly awesome and have certainly made an impact on my life. A significant one at that. Not only have they made me wonder what really does exist outside this chunk of rock we call home, but they have given me and my parents something to relate to, and have greatly impacted my writing. Not that I'm a published author or anything, but I do hope to be one day. Maybe even an awesome one like you!

In my house, the HHGG is like the Bible. Y'know how people quote the Bible all the time, like "Romans 10:9"; or their favorite movie? Well, we quote the Guide. We use snippets from Marvin's depressing monologues - "Life. Don't talk to me about life." Or the falling sperm whale and bowl of petunias - "That's a good name-ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me?" It's also been brought into other parts of our everyday lives, too! Like my computers, for example. I decided to name both of my computers after two from the book: Deep Thought (my main computer) and Eddie (my laptop). I just thought it would be fitting. I take my towel with me whenever I go stay at someone else's house as well. They don't usually get the reference but I do and that's all that matters! And then there's 42. I know, it's just a number. But it's an ongoing joke in our house - especially with me! As long as I'm in a decent mood, I'll answer any question with "42." I mean, it's the answer to everything, right? Right. My dad has even been proving that theory with his work in Photoshop. Whenever he needs a value for something, he puts in 42, and more often than not it ends up working perfectly. And even today, as we were on our way to McDonald's to get some sodas, it followed us. I looked up and saw the temperature: 42°. Then I looked down and saw a license plate that began with 42. Coincidence? Perhaps... But I think not. I think, maybe, there really is something to this whole "42" business.