I've been reading this excellent new book I got for Christmas. No, it's not my worthless SEAP book, it's my reward for finishing the Cat's Eye (which major league sucked). It's called The Salmon of Doubt (ha HA Ms. Conway- my blog, my grammar rules) and it's by Douglas Adams, posthumously.

Yes, Douglas Adams, of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy fame. I know some APers will snub it (HGG) because it was an assignment relegated to "regular english" (I know, you can all go wash your hands now).............but I assure you, it's a greatly underrated book. I've read it several times, before, for, and after the assingment. For those of you who still say it's not good, I'm pulling "The Matrix" card............those who think it's stupid or not worthwhile OBVIOUSLY don't get it. All of Adams's work is dripping with excellent humor, wit, sarcasm, intelligence, satire, irony, and all sorts of sophisticated stuff, wrapped up in the disguise of wacky aliens, dolphins, and of course, your towel.

But I'm not here to write a glowing review of one of my top 10 favorite books. I'm here to talk about Douglas Adams and his other book, The Salmon of Doubt. Douglas Adams is one of my favorite authors. He's a staunch atheist (major points), he's sooooo funny, and as a bonus, personal friends with Pink Floyd (the band) and John Cleese/Month Python (the comedians). He loves the Beatles and Bach (not my personal favorites, but noteworthy artists nonetheless).

Exerpts from The Salmon of Doubt:
"I find the whole business of religion profoundly interesting. But it does mystify me that otherwise intelligent people take it seriously" [on religion]

"My absolute favorite 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 they fall out of trees"

"Like the Hubble Space Telescope, it represents a massive feat of engineering, but is not actually good for anything, except perhaps a few cheap laughs" [on his nose]

"...the form-master wouldn't say 'Meet under the clock tower,' or 'Meet under the War Memorial,' but 'Meet under Adams.'" [on his height]

"...turned out that someone had put their fify cents in and not pressed the button, i.e., if the machine was pregnant...." [on pregnant vending machines] (not really on pregnant vending machines, more like generic vending machines)

In short, I recommend a hefty dose of Douglas Adams to any and everybody.......... in the meanwhile, just remember........ the ultimate answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything, is 42.