Fine, so I gave in and managed to amble my way over to the official site for the up and coming movie: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.  The most thrilling part of this venture was a taking a little survey under the heading: Tell us what you think.  It was admittedly peppered with annoying multiple choice questions, but my heart filled with glee when they allowed you to freelance under the question, “Is there anything else you would like to add?”  Considering this movie is under the production of Touchstone Pictures it’s very worrisome indeed and so I shared the following:

It's certainly an easy feat to stray from a cult classic when the author is dead.  I will personally be carrying rotten fruit on my person to the theater incase the movie is not to my liking.  Normally I'm not a hostile or even motivated person, but if you manage to bastardize this story I will personally nuke Hollywood and Florida for grins.

Dad was a lil worried about my ending and said if the FBI came knocking he’d point to me.  I said that was fine as I figured he’d rat me out in the end anyways.

The very last question pertained to my zip code.  I shared this Dad, “I also added my zip code so the FBI will know where to find me.”

DAD: Jerk.

Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, booooooorrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeddddddddd.

What is it Mothers always say during this time?  “Well why don’t you do your laundry?” 

“Why don’t you kiss my ass?”

It’s raining again maybe I can go boogie boarding down the hill.

If the power goes out I can just go to sleep.

I can go browsing through English real estate again.  I can go also go vacation bargain hunting, but frankly that’s just way too depressing.

Maybe I should go register a porn name.

Maybe I should go brush my teeth until my gums crack and bleed.

I wonder if I could register as a sex offender.

I wonder if I could get someone else registered as a sex offender.

Maybe I should find out who the hell Tom Robbins is as many a person has always accused me of being his female equivalent.

I could look up the soon to be released big time Hollywood picture; A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, but I fear it’d only end in disappointment.

I could write a threatening letter to a celebrity.

I could turn someone that I don’t particularly care for into the Homeland National Security as a terrorist.

I could keep on typing.