Phil Hartman and now this. I’m going to petition the Congress to dispatch Secret Service agents and a team from the Surgeon General’s office to surround the homes of Terry Pratchett, Rueben Boelling, and Dan Pirraro 24/7.
I’m heading to the Restaraunt at the End of the Universe to down a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster in his honor. When I come to in a couple of weeks I expect you all to be there.
Tried to make a “42” out of frownies, but it wouldn’t work. So a lonesome frown will have to do.
Farewell, Mr. Adams. I truly enjoyed your work, and I will always regret that there will be no new works that I can look forward to reading.
Hmm.
:::taking out battered copy of "Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy:::
:::enters “Douglas Adams” into it and reads the entry:::
:::Entry says: "Really hoopy frood who always knew where his towel was.:::
I’m off to join the others for a Pan Galactic Gargle-Blaster. Waiter, better make it a double.
Dammit, now how is Elvis going to thwart the evil Guide (version 2) and save the earth? That little loophole is now unexpectedly and horribly closed forever. I met Mr. Adams once at a book signing for the firk Dirk Gently book, and he was a really nice guy. I mourn not only for him, but for Ford, Zaphod, Trillian, and of course Arthur.
Dr. J
Some people at UK have ever had a narrow field of vision. I would have paid more than $10 to hear him.
Rats.
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Graduation day at my college is tomorrow. Mr Adams was supposed to speak at graduation. He was supposed to arrive at 12:42.
Aww…
Are you serious, ITR?
Re: the proposed film of HHGTTG. I don’t think a live action film would be possible. If it happens at all, it should, nay, must, be animated. And if it ends up being live action, I hope casting won’t make the same errors that were made in the TV movie. Arthur was all right, and Zaphod was as good as the FX of the time allowed. But Ford is supposed to be a cynical, weatherbeaten traveling journalist, not a chipper, curly-headed elf. And Trillian is supposed to be hot-looking and cool-acting, not a child prostitute. If you’ve seen that rubbish, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
So long, Mr. Adams, and thanks for all the books.
I just saw him speak here about a month ago (April 5th–he had been living in the area for a few years, apparently) and he looked perfectly healthy and happy, so I was very surprised this morning. He was speaking on his environmental eco-diversity thing. I’ve just been reading ‘Last Chance to See’-- his book about traveling around the globe catching sight of nearly-extinct animals-- it seems like an ironic title now, as I think I’ve just done the same thing with him.
It’s unpleasantly like being drunk.
It just does’n seem right, does it? Sad thing.
::MsRobyn joins the others in a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster in Douglas Adams’ memory::
Robin
No more Hitchikers Guides…no more Dirk Gently…damn now I am sad
Keith
Just this afternoon somebody asked me, “Where is this chocolate from?” and when I said, “Belgium,” I felt pleasantly naughty. Now I feel like I just stepped out of the Total Perspective Vortex. “Could I have a drink please?”
Make it a jynnan tonnyx.
“Zaglabor astragar!”
Ancient Betelgeuse Death Anthem:
After this, things can only get better!
Well, they just found a new graduation speaker at the last minute. I actually wasn’t going to stay around for the speech, because I need to leave early tomorrow morning to meet my grandparents, but he was planning to speak here. He was also going to give autographs afterwards.
I just found this out from reading the SDMB. Oh no. Oh my. Rest in peace, Douglas. Thank you.
Trying, man, I’m trying.
I’m so out of it. In my earlier post, I forgot the word “is”, and then I made an addendum telling you to insert the word “in” into the post.
This is merely a sign of how dreadful I feel. I feel in some ways like I lost a second father. Right now, I would depress the hell out of Marvin himself.
Such a funny, zany man who put so much happiness in my life (as well as others’ lives). I’d never thought that the mention of his name would make me feel so much sadness.
So long, Mr. Adams. And thanks for all the laughs.
Damn. I’m so sad.