Post by goldenmyst on Oct 26, 2020 14:19:00 GMT -6
“‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy’ by Douglas Adams has some obnoxious aliens called Vogons. Like the Vogons my come-on lines have the appeal to human women of the croak of a toad disguised as a clown. A Chernobyl–like meltdown of the brain ensues under the influence of a Vogon reading his or her own poetry. About the only love note they could pull off would be to leave a crop circle shaped like a valentine in a farmer’s field with its ode to bovine bouquet. Their call to mate with earthlings would be neither anatomically feasible nor romantically realistic but rather a diplomatic overture for a reproductive venture. A Vogon reading his or her poetry is to the listener what swallowing castor oil is to the drinker.
The smug pretension that defined my high school persona and Vogons is ragweed that makes girls sneeze. So this book represents my attempt to write stories that are the antithesis to all things Vogonese and to the reader what Columbian Gold is to the smoker. Perhaps I should have put tobacco in my pipe. But I can thank my lucky stars that though my favorite pick up line, ‘Hey babe you look as lonely as I feel,’ sounds clichéd it isn’t a Vogonese, ‘would you like to copulate?’” – John Hindle
The smug pretension that defined my high school persona and Vogons is ragweed that makes girls sneeze. So this book represents my attempt to write stories that are the antithesis to all things Vogonese and to the reader what Columbian Gold is to the smoker. Perhaps I should have put tobacco in my pipe. But I can thank my lucky stars that though my favorite pick up line, ‘Hey babe you look as lonely as I feel,’ sounds clichéd it isn’t a Vogonese, ‘would you like to copulate?’” – John Hindle
