Thursday, May 25, 2006
I didn't know they were still doing this: after Douglas Adams died five years ago (five years? gak), May 25th was declared Towel Day, a day you were supposed to carry a towel with you all day in DNA's honor. I thought it was a one-off thing, and I did in fact carry a towel all day, a ratty yellow one hanging from my back pocket as I dealt the cards. But apparently this is an annual event, meaning that for five years now I have been an unhoopy non-frood who does not, in fact, know where his towel is.