Anyone familiar with the works of Douglas Adams knows that 42 is the ultimate answer to life, the universe, and everything. It logically follows, then, that "What do you get when you multiply six by nine?" is the ultimate question.
Yes, there is something fundamentally wrong with the universe. Fortunately, turning 42 today is unrelated - I hope - to ultimate questions and answers.
I found 42 balloons waiting for me at work thanks to Andrew's kindness, and many well-wishes from friends and family. Sylvia spoiled me with some very thoughtful gifts and dinner at - of course - Earl's. So I guess if there is an ultimate question and and ultimate answer, it probably goes something like this:
Why are we here?
To be nice to each other.
And to do a whole bunch of other things, of course, if indeed there's even a "why" at all. But we are here, so we may as well make the best of it even though we don't have all the answers, or all the questions.
Thanks for the birthday wishes, everyone.
1 comment:
I tried 42, it was uninteresting so I tried 43 and it was not much different. Maybe 44 will be better.
Nice office, by the way, I'm pretty sure I could get 4 or possibly 6 standard programmers' cubicles in there.
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