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It's Towel Day

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.

— Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

30 Days of TV - Day Twenty Four

Today’s post is about my favourite quote.

Yeah. Another Mission Impossible. As any self-respecting West Wing fan knows, there is a WW quote for practically every occasion, so it’s going to be impossible to choose ONE favourite.

( LOADS of quotes under the cut )

FF: Not Complicated (Ten/Donna - NC-17)

God help me, but I finally did it. I caved and wrote DW smut. C'mon. You all knew it was bound to happen sooner or later!

Disclaimers: Not mine. Auntie’s. Although if David Tennant wants to come round to argue the point, I’d have no objections!

Characters: Ten/Donna (meep!)

Rating: NC-17

Category: Um. Chat. And smut.

Spoilers: None, unless you don't know who these people are. Set sometime mid-S4.

A/N: This is the fic I said I’d never write. Well. One of them. Ten and Donna had an amazing relationship which we were constantly told was because they didn’t fancy each other and there were no romantic overtones.

Well, I don’t know what Rusty thought he was writing, but that’s not what came across on the screen. And anyway, who’s to say that the sort of love these two shared was somehow ‘lesser’ than something fluffy and romantic? (And I don’t do ‘fluffy’. I suspect that Donna wouldn’t either!) I reckon it makes far more sense to want to spend ‘forever’ with your best friend, someone you can have a laugh with and someone who understands you better than anyone else in the world.

And where does it say in the rule book that best friends can’t sleep together? *g*

Thanks to the long-suffering zinke , who has (amazingly) managed to put up with my constant whining (usually along the lines of – “what the hell am I doing???”) throughout the writing of this – I don’t know how she does it!

And - my heartfelt apologies to kiss_me_cassie. Aliens made me do it! But if it’s any consolation, they’re still ‘them’ :-)

Oi! I'm not a - JUST an anything!

Five Things meme

This one comes from snorkel_maiden

She gave me five random questions -

( and here they are, complete with answers )

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