I got home tonight, watched a movie, then got on the computer and found out some bad news.
Douglas Adams, another one of my favorites, has died.
He is the only man I know of who can write four books for a trilogy.
He is the only man who knew that the secret to flying was to become distracted while falling.
For those of you who do not know, Douglas Adams is/was the author of 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy,' series, and 'Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency.'
I don't have any clue why I am having these emotions--I am very upset with this loss. Even more so than when Andy Kaufman or Isaac Asimov passed away.
Xaphod Beeblebrox, Dentarthurdent, the whale who became self-aware for the few seconds just before his life ended, the little white mice who could get men to wear lab coats and give them cheese just for running around in a maze, Ford Prefect, the depressed robot Marvin who sang, "When you walk through a storm..." And all of the other characters who carried towels and had babel fish in their ears, I will miss you deeply, but I will remember you always.