By Douglas Adams
The sad population of planet Krikkit are ailing of taking a look at the evening sky above their heads–so they plan to ruin it. The universe, that's. Now basically 5 participants stand among the killer robots of Krikkit and their target of overall annihilation.
They are Arthur Dent, a mild-mannered area and time vacationer who attempts to benefit how you can fly by means of throwing himself on the floor and lacking; Ford Prefect, his ally, who comes to a decision to head insane to determine if he likes it; Slartibartfast, the indomitable vp of the crusade for actual Time, who travels in a boat powered through irrational habit; Zaphod Beeblebrox, the two-headed, three-armed ex-president of the galazy; and Trillian, the horny area cadet who's torn among a chronic Thunder God and a really depressed Beeblebrox.
How will all of it finish? Will it finish? in basic terms this stalwart staff understands as they struggle to keep away from “universal” Armageddon and keep existence as we all know it–and don’t comprehend it!
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The temperature was hot that day, and the kids decided they didn’t feel like doing my dad’s conditioning drills, which he had learned during his time in the navy. After a series of foul-pole-to-foul-pole sprints, one of them staged a revolt and refused to follow his orders. “This is dumb. Baseball isn’t about running. Any real coach would know that,” my teammate shouted, standing defiantly in front of my dad. The instant the sound of that kid’s insubordinate voice hit our fearless leader’s ears, my dad had the same reaction Bruce Willis has at the end of The Sixth Sense when he realizes he’s been dead the whole time: complete shock and confusion, followed by deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself.
On the first night of my imprisonment, my dad came home from work, tossed on some sweatpants, and strolled into my room. “Get out your math book. We’re gonna cure this case of the stupids,” he said as he sat down next to me on my bed, pointing at a stack of books underneath a pile of my dirty clothes. “Jesus, open a window, it smells like death shit in here,” he added. As we started to go through the book, he realized that not only did I not know how to do any of the problems, I didn’t understand the basics I needed to even tackle them.
When my dad moved to Point Loma, our seaside San Diego suburb, in 1972, it was mostly a military community. He had served in the navy, and the familiar atmosphere and like-minded residents made him feel welcome. Over the years, Point Loma’s proximity to the beach made it a desirable neighborhood to the wealthy, and huge houses sprouted up all around our modest three-bedroom home. My dad was not pleased. “I refuse to become a fucking yuppie by proxy,” he announced after a young couple moved in next door, replacing one of the last of the old military officers who had once lived on our street.