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 vapours; 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 hitchhiker 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.)
— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
I’m throwing my two cents in (because, why not) on all the hoopla about Abercrombie & Fitch and the comments made by their CEO (read the article here if you don’t know what I’m referring to).
Was it a douchey thing to say?
Does he have a right to say it?
Of course and it really shouldn’t surprise anyone that this is how the company feels. Do they even sell clothing above a size large for women?
If you strip away the CEO’s comments, is Abercrombie & Fitch’s target marketing any different from what Lane Bryant — who markets to the plus size crowd — or the maternity clothing stores — that sell clothing made for pregnant women — is doing? In my eyes, it isn’t.
It’s just the fact that the CEO blatantly came out and said what everyone already knew.
I can honestly say I have never been in that store (they probably wouldn’t let this fat, ugly girl in anyway) because it always just seemed to me to be a clothing store catering to the douchebag side of people. Now, I’m not saying that anyone who shops there is douchey. I’m just saying that to me, the store itself came across as toolish.
The CEO still a giant douche though.
Diet Coke addict that is. Yes, I am a Diet Coke junkie. I would drink it 98% of the time. Water would never cure my thirst and other types of pop or juice always tasted too sweet for me. I have known for many years (thanks to my ex co-workers down at the doctor’s office) that Diet Coke contains aspartame which can negatively affect your health but I just didn’t care and continued to drink it. However, after the horrible headaches I have been having (worse than my usual iron deficiency headaches), I researched the side effects associated with aspartame. And lo and behold, headaches is one of the side effects. I read story after story of people experiencing headaches, fatigue, heart palpitations and many more health complications supposedly caused by consuming excessive amounts of diet pop.
So I decided I would cut down on my consumption of Diet Coke just to see if it would help my headaches. It has been several days since I replaced about 80% of the Diet Coke I would drink with water and my headaches have subsided. I cannot say for sure that it was because of the reduction of diet pop but it is enough proof for me to continue drinking more water and less diet pop.
The downside is that not having the level of caffeine that I am use to getting from the pop, gives me headaches. Thankfully, I can handle the caffeine deprived headaches abetter than the headaches I previously posted about.
I have been lacking in the blogging department and for what I think is a good reason; not feeling well. I regularly have headaches and feel completely tired. I chalk it up to my almost nonexistent iron. However, lately I have been even more tired than usual and no matter what amount of sleep I get I still have little energy. Also, my headaches have been worse than ever. So bad that it makes me sick to my stomach. The pain is generally focused on the left side of my head but the pounding sometimes feels like it engulfs my entire head. I would love to go to the doctors and maybe be able to find out what is causing this and how to fix it but medical attention is pretty darn expensive and we don’t have thousands of dollars to put towards it. And we don’t qualify for any help what so ever so I self medicate with over the counter pain medicine and iron supplements. Add on to the pile that I need to find a car because mine is done for and you have some added stress that probably doesn’t help my energy and headaches. Sorry for the ranty/depressing post.
- Dirty socks
- Rude people
- People who act like they are more of a fan than you are when they actually know little to nothing about the show or movie. For example, when someone claiming to be such a fan of Doctor Who refers to the Doctor as Doctor Who.
One of the things that really gets my goat always seems to happen on facebook. Someone will post something that other’s don’t agree with and it causes a war of words which results in grown adults name calling each other and threatening each other’s lives just because they don’t agree with their political or religious beliefs. You know what I do if I see something I don’t agree with or don’t like, nothing. I just keep on going about my business. I don’t have the overpowering urge to make sure that person knows that I don’t agree with them.