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Happy 4th of July

If it’s not science fiction enough for you then just imagine the red filling of the pie is, uh–Klingon blood? I don’t know…

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Happy Towel Day!

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Innsbruck, Austria…where it is believed Douglas Adams got the idea to write The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

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.”

—Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

And Last But Not Least…

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A great big galactic Happy Mother’s Day shout-out to…Shmi Magillicutty Skywalker Lars Hett! May your days be long, and may your children bring you joy, and…uh…may your…uh… (oh, this is so awkward…)

“Pie Impetus Domine…Dona eis requiem…” (Thwack!)

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Student artist Chawakarn Khongprasert of Bankok, Thailand put forth this holy entry as an assignment: Star Wars in Manuscript.

Please click on the picture to visit the entire gallery. Oh, and please, genuflect whilst doing so. Happy Star Wars Day.

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