"I come in peace," it said, adding after a long moment of further grinding, "take me to your Lizard." Ford Prefect, of course, had an explanation for this, as he sat with Arthur and watched the nonstop frenetic news reports on television, none of which had anything to say other than to record that the thing had done this amount of damage which was valued at that amount of billions of pounds and had killed this totally other number of people, and then say it again, because the robot was doing nothing more than standing there, swaying very slightly, and emitting short incomprehensible error messages. "It comes from a very ancient democracy, you see..." "You mean, it comes from a world of lizards?" "No," said Ford, who by this time was a little more rational and coherent than he had been, having finally had the coffee forced down him, "nothing so simple. Nothing anything like to straightforward. On its world, the people are people. The leaders are lizards. The people hate the lizards and the lizards rule the people." "Odd," said Arthur, "I thought you said it was a democracy." "I did," said Ford. "It is." "So," said Arthur, hoping he wasn't sounding ridiculously obtuse, "why don't the people get rid of the lizards?" "It honestly doesn't occur to them," said Ford. "They've all got the vote, so they all pretty much assume that the government they've voted in more or less approximates to the government they want." "You mean they actually vote for the lizards?" "Oh yes," said Ford with a shrug, "of course." "But," said Arthur, going for the big one again, "why?" "Because if they didn't vote for a lizard," said Ford, "the wrong lizard might get in. Got any gin?" "What?" "I said," said Ford, with an increasing air of urgency creeping into his voice, "have you got any gin?" "I'll look. Tell me about the lizards." Ford shrugged again. "Some people say that the lizards are the best thing that ever happened to them," he said. "They're completely wrong of course, completely and utterly wrong, but someone's got to say it." -Douglas Adams
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Chris Kluwe kicks footballs for a living, which is nice work if you can get it, and also ponders life, the universe and everything a whole lot. He additionally has a fine…
Over the weekend, I ran in the Color Run here in Des Moines. It was an easy 5K. The hardest part of it all was navigating around 90% of the people who decided to walk […]
Last weekend, some friends and I presented a live episode of Freddy’s Fan Fiction over at SoDak Con in Rapid City, SD. This is the result.
I’ve been working on getting the Freddy’s Fan Fiction episodes up and ready for you to watch and listen to. The audio of the last episode is coming up, and the video of the live […]
Sorry. Nothing new today. I’ve got stuff to deal with that I’d rather not.
I’ve got a long day coming up where I get to drive the long drive back home. I’m going to miss all of my friends who hung out with me at the amazing SoDak Con. […]
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I meet a few farmers, ranchers and business people here and there, men and women. There’s always the handshake, that brief skin to skin contact…