A suffusion of yellow
Sep. 18th, 2008 01:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tilly_stratfordFrisk luft och motion får man i vår zon
Arbet det gjer frihet och frihet tiger still
När natten kommer bara sover jag
För at glömma at du finns till
What is this shit? Eoin Colfer to write sixth Hitchhiker's Guide book. Are we going to publish fanfiction now? Excuse me while I write and publish Harry Potter and The Next Bit or The revenge of Fagin.
I can agree the original series ended on a bleak note, and God knows I was pissed off when I finished Mostly harmless at sixteen, but it ended. I found consolation when Dirk Maggs used the excellent quintessential radio phase to tweak the ending and make it more agreeable.
If they're dying to make contemporary writers finish Douglas Adams' books, at least they could pick The salmon of doubt or something. It doesn't even have an ending.
I'm trying to supress this news by focusing on Stephen Fry's update on the endangered species described in Adams' Last chance to see. This will be so good.
While we're still talking Adams:
When you see this, quote Douglas Adams in your blog.
"My favourite piece of information is that Branwell Brontë, brother of Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning against a mantelpiece, in order to prove it could be done. This is not quite true, in fact. My absolute favourite piece of information is the fact that young sloths are so inept that they frequently grab their own arms and legs instead of tree limbs, and fall out of trees."
Arbet det gjer frihet och frihet tiger still
När natten kommer bara sover jag
För at glömma at du finns till
What is this shit? Eoin Colfer to write sixth Hitchhiker's Guide book. Are we going to publish fanfiction now? Excuse me while I write and publish Harry Potter and The Next Bit or The revenge of Fagin.
I can agree the original series ended on a bleak note, and God knows I was pissed off when I finished Mostly harmless at sixteen, but it ended. I found consolation when Dirk Maggs used the excellent quintessential radio phase to tweak the ending and make it more agreeable.
If they're dying to make contemporary writers finish Douglas Adams' books, at least they could pick The salmon of doubt or something. It doesn't even have an ending.
I'm trying to supress this news by focusing on Stephen Fry's update on the endangered species described in Adams' Last chance to see. This will be so good.
While we're still talking Adams:
When you see this, quote Douglas Adams in your blog.
"My favourite piece of information is that Branwell Brontë, brother of Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning against a mantelpiece, in order to prove it could be done. This is not quite true, in fact. My absolute favourite piece of information is the fact that young sloths are so inept that they frequently grab their own arms and legs instead of tree limbs, and fall out of trees."
