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Showing posts with label Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Show all posts

Thursday, February 26, 2009

A few links I've missed over the last few days.

* xkcd discovers the secret origins of the Kindle.

* RIP, Philip Jose Farmer. More here, especially about Venus on the Half-Shell, the book he published under the name Kilgore Trout. It's not half-bad.

* 'Las Vegas Running Out of Water Means Dimming Los Angeles Lights.'

* Spider-Man is taking a job at McDonald's in these tough economic times.

* And Joss Whedon explains why DC Comics movies don't work. He's right and wrong about this; there's something to be said for the "pain" thesis, but mostly it's a failure of writing and directorial ambition, compounded by corporate cowardice...

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Douglas Adams's widow has asked Eoin Colfer, author of the Artemis Fowl series of children's books, to write a sixth Hitchhiker's novel. Allow me to officially state my opposition to this sort of thing, for the record, here and now—and I say this as a person who still vividly and mournfully remembers the best dream of my life, a dream about discovering a sixth Hitchhiker's novel called Oh No, Not Again in the back shelves of a library and reading it all in one go before waking up.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Your Astronomy Picture of the Day is this big map of the Milky Way.

Friday, June 01, 2007



It's been six years, but man, I still wish Douglas wasn't dead.

All four parts of a three-part 1979 interview with Douglas Adams are up at Darker Matter.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4

Take heart, recent MFAs!

'I left Cambridge and got in with the Pythons and everyone said "God, he's doing terribly well." Then everything fell down, desperately hard, and I thought "Here I am, aged 24, and I'm totally washed up. This is it."

'At that stage, I felt the last two years or so had been a total waste of time. I hadn't got anywhere and nothing had happened. I thought: "I'm not a writer. I can't survive in this business."'
Via MetaFilter.