42

Cower in fear of the great number! The meaning of life!

The universe!

AND EVERYTHING!!!

Look at the number of entries in this blog. Blink. Look again. Have a heart attack as you realize that you are looking at the meaning of life!

The universe!

AND EVERYTHING!!!

It's true. I met and old man on a mountain once. I asked him what the meaning of life was.

He said 42.

This entry therefore must have some importance. Somehow. Dunno how. Someting to do with toasters though. Y'now what I like on toast? Jam. Mmm. Jam made from blackberries. Except I don't like picking blackberries. Too many thorns. Like cacti. Cacti are spiky. Like Bionicle gears. Gears have gone exctinct though. They're all gone now. Pity. Ah well. Like dinosaurs. Man, those things are ugly. Like lizards...oh, wait. Y'now, lizards are like Pokemon. I've spent over 609 hours on those games. Why are there 60 minutes in an hour, anyways? Why not 50 or 48909876543212345678902345678876554757654745675467 minutes? That's a big number. I bet there's a toaster with that many watts somewhere. Y'now what I like on toast? Jam. Mmm. Jam made from blackberries. Except I don't like picking blackberries. Too many thorns. Like cacti. Cacti are spiky. Like Bionicle gears. Gears have gone exctinct though. They're all gone now. Pity. Ah well. Like dinosaurs. Man, those things are ugly. Like lizards...oh, wait. Y'now, lizards are like Pokemon. I've spent over 609 hours on those games. Why are there 60 minutes in an hour, anyways? Why not 50 or 48909876543212345678902345678876554757654745675467 minutes? That's a big number. I bet there's a toaster with that many watts somewhere...

Mission make the most random entry ever: ACCOMPLISHED.

Quote of the day:

Some days I feel like lying in bed all day. Then I remember that all of the food is downstairs.