lol. Besökarrekord i förrgår: 150 läsare. Detta slogs igår, med 217 läsare. Eep. :)

Dagens väder: Solsken, mulet, blåsigt. Det ser kallt ut. Varför är det alltid varmare i April än i Maj? Det känns som att det varit likadant med vädret nu de senaste åren.

Idag är det Towel Day! Jag tänker vara fräck och låna Nathaniels Don’t Panic-handduk istället för att släpa runt på något annat tråkigt, tror jag. Har ingen bra handduk annars…
Detta är looken jag körde på Towel Day för ett år sedan:

Gulliga undercutten ^^ Ser ju lite annorlunda ut nu, med mer och rött hår, samt andra glasögon eftersom de där tappades bort i julhandeln på Nova i Lund.

Wikipedias info på varför man alltid vill och bör ha en handduk med sig, för er okunniga:

A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have ”lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in ”Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)^[3]

Dagens Towel Day-look får publiceras sedan, just nu sitter jag i en morgonrock och känner mig inte direkt representativ :P