Ok, I may be guilty of bumping an old thread but here goes......
A slightly different approach. Here is a great log that I received recently. A virtual prize for guessing who wrote it (no cheating now by looking it up or mentioning who it is if you have read it already).
I knew a man once who sort of understood this whole Galaxy and Milky Way Business.
He wrote a book about it, seriously he did, but people did not take it serious at all.
Poor old Mr. Adams didn't flog many copies of his trilogy (consisting of five books).
Only about 15 million or so.
Anyway, this is what he had to say about Space, the Universe, fish and stuff...
"Space is big. You just won't believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space."
"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think iPhones are a pretty neat idea."
One thing that he was very adamant about was that you should always carry a towel with you, for it is by far the most massively useful thing that an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Not that that has anything to do with the number 42. Nothing at all.
So after returning from a recent trip to the cold moons of Jaglan Beta I found myself trapped in a nano cache here on your planet. But it did not seem entirely uncomfortable in there, so I kept myself busy with singing old Tom Jones songs until I deliberately and concisely lost my mind. I vaguely remember signing my name on a log book the size of a double pecker bus.
After about a week I decided that I was about to get bored in there and duly left through the front door of the cache, towel under my arm, and off I strolled into the direction of the brilliant marble sanded beaches of Santraginus V. I think I need to go and lie down for a while. My mind feels like the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.
So long, and thanks for all the fish, I mean, favourites, I mean caches, I mean....
Uh... I need to go and lie down, I think...
A second prize of a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster exists if you can translate..... Certainly beats a 'TFTC'.