![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The really old-school of you folk remember my original journal, which does not appear to exist anymore. (Maybe I should've archived some of the posts from that.) Anyway.
Back when Douglas Adams died, I posted a sad entry and then spent the rest of the day... day hell, WEEK... quietly crying. I even managed to find a black towel, which I spent the day clutching as I shuffled about in my dressing gown. Er... bathrobe actually, but it was close enough. I didn't feel the least bit ironic doing so, which should tell you something about my emotional state of the time.
It felt in a way as if I'd lost a family member, to the point where I still feel depressed now when I think and realized he's gone, won't ever be writing again. It's easy to explain why, really... Douglas Adams wrote the books that made me feel like I was sane in a dangerously unstable universe. I understood the sort of lost, helplessly careening feeling he gave Arthur Dent at the -same- time as I understood the cocky, "No really I -swear- I'm in control except I'm not so let's just go have a good time and forget it" Ford. ... I still don't get Zaphod. Maybe I'd have to be drunk.
The first three books of the Hitchhiker's Guide... I don't think anyone would argue that those are the best. Four and Five just... got a little too depressing, a little too cynical, a little too "I'm writing these so you'll leave me be and I can write another series." Maybe Douglas was getting a bit too world-weary.
In any event... The BBC is running a new series based on Book 3 from the look of it. There seem to be plans for a book 4 and 5 series as well. And you know, given that the alternate versions of the Guide all come out differently, maybe... just maybe... they'll be a little less bitter.
It is a moral imperative that I listen to these, and I will. It seems the first episode aired last night... I know a few UK-types read my journal. Did you catch it?
I'll be all over this as soon as I can listen in. I'll have to catch it Thursday. *twitch* I must. I MUST.
It'll hurt, down in the place where I still miss Douglas Adams and wish he were still around and writing... but it'll feel good too.
Back when Douglas Adams died, I posted a sad entry and then spent the rest of the day... day hell, WEEK... quietly crying. I even managed to find a black towel, which I spent the day clutching as I shuffled about in my dressing gown. Er... bathrobe actually, but it was close enough. I didn't feel the least bit ironic doing so, which should tell you something about my emotional state of the time.
It felt in a way as if I'd lost a family member, to the point where I still feel depressed now when I think and realized he's gone, won't ever be writing again. It's easy to explain why, really... Douglas Adams wrote the books that made me feel like I was sane in a dangerously unstable universe. I understood the sort of lost, helplessly careening feeling he gave Arthur Dent at the -same- time as I understood the cocky, "No really I -swear- I'm in control except I'm not so let's just go have a good time and forget it" Ford. ... I still don't get Zaphod. Maybe I'd have to be drunk.
The first three books of the Hitchhiker's Guide... I don't think anyone would argue that those are the best. Four and Five just... got a little too depressing, a little too cynical, a little too "I'm writing these so you'll leave me be and I can write another series." Maybe Douglas was getting a bit too world-weary.
In any event... The BBC is running a new series based on Book 3 from the look of it. There seem to be plans for a book 4 and 5 series as well. And you know, given that the alternate versions of the Guide all come out differently, maybe... just maybe... they'll be a little less bitter.
It is a moral imperative that I listen to these, and I will. It seems the first episode aired last night... I know a few UK-types read my journal. Did you catch it?
I'll be all over this as soon as I can listen in. I'll have to catch it Thursday. *twitch* I must. I MUST.
It'll hurt, down in the place where I still miss Douglas Adams and wish he were still around and writing... but it'll feel good too.
no subject
Date: 2004-09-22 08:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-22 08:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-22 10:54 am (UTC)