#zaphod

[birdsquirrel]

Between the sunbeam, the cardboard box, and the rolly toy, Zaphod has reached a state of divine bliss.

[42-dont-panic]

finished hitchhiker's guide art<3

[neillium]

My Zaphod beeblebrox design.... cough

[fenchurchrats]

happy valentine's day!! 💕

[chronicsheepdrawing]

Time is an illusion and I'm back on my bullshit.

Ford design by my lovely boyfriend @fusionartzzz

[catkurohazama]

[cryptocollectibles]

Restaurant at the End of the Universe #1 (1994) by DC Comics

Written by Douglas Adams, John Carnell, drawn by Steve Leialoha and Shepard Hendrix, cover by Rich Larson and Steve Fastner.

[mx-nada]

zaphod i sketched awhile back

[unexpectedyarns]

@walkingspreadsheet

@tenderstatue

@whatthehellhappenedtoyou

@sentient-body-of-water

Thank you so much for your expressions of sympathy on Zaphod’s sudden passing.

I was so lonely yesterday. I couldn’t stop crying. Everybody else was out of the house and normally he would have been right by my side all day.

However, I’m thankful that he passed lying on his favorite cozy blanket, with us talking to him, instead of on a cold table at the vet’s with strangers poking him.

And I’m thankful I was here and not on the road trucking. I’ve been mad for 2 weeks because I JUST got this job and immediately had to be out for Covid / recovery but it put me HERE instead of gone for the 16 and 22 yo kids to have to deal with it.

I’m thankful we had his intelligent, gentle presence for so many years, and that he lived a good and well-cared-for life.

And lastly I’m thankful for friends, even if they live on a screen.

[shittyh2g2headcanons]

A Hitchhikers Towel

It takes little practice for a dedicated hitchhiker to ensure they always have a towel, however people untrained in the ways of hitchhiking misplace their towels often.

Surprisingly, an example of this isnt of Arthur Dent, but of Zaphod Beeblebrox.

Ford hates taking Zaphod hitchhiking, since Zaphod is notorious for losing his towel and never finding it. Zaphod has lost both his towel and Fords. More often than not, they will have to pay for a new one.

(this puts a dent in any hitchhikers pocket. Zaphod never pays for his own towel, so it puts a huge dent in Ford's Pocket.)

Since Zaphod doesnt have a towel, many Strags will find it safe to assume he would lack Hitchhiker Essentials, such as a toothbrush, washcloth, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet-weather gear, space suit etc., etc.

This can ruin the reputation of any hitchhiker and anyone they are with.

Trillian calls it weaponized incompetence, of the towel variety: Zaphod loses his towel on purpose, thus he is able to avoid any form of space hitchhiking with Ford. It took 10 seperate towel losses before Ford stopped inviting Zaphod to accompany him altogether.

This is the only way in which Arthur is better than Zaphod.

[meridian59]

[birdsquirrel]

orange man enjoys a sunbeam

[lamothla-art]

You say you want more of Zaphod?? Well whether you did or not I’m happy to oblige. I live vicariously through him, which is why he’s my favorite DND character

[child-of-the-new-contagion]

The Banality of End Times

There's these dueling pay-pig recipients. I'm their client. I pay them and they perform for me. Among other things, they perform the function of being better than me, so much better and more talented. They produce content that I consume. I pretend to worship them. Sometimes I actually do worship them. Most importantly, I give them money.

One of them is on instagram. I found her bikini pics. She alluded to their existence in a reply on a different social network that I happened across. Cristina. From a perfect threads burn where she delivered the retort: "yeah it’s called restraint, something the IDF & u hate-masturbating over my bikini pics lack." It's ideology I like on a hottie. OMG. So it's not exactly pay-pig, a slightly more dignified form of pay piggery, it's hog-shill.

The other recipient is Ian Welsh. Well, theoretical recipient, I haven't sent him money, but I'm really thinking about it, he made a good pitch. But I'm struggling in this economy, right? That's my counter-pitch, to myself, because no one else is aware.

He posted a list of catastrophes and paradigm shifts he predicted in point form. One of them had an ominous sentence after: "It has begun." How do I feel about that? Should I craft it into something to post on that facebook thread? First I've got to do some appreciation theatre and prove myself willing to perform perfunctory attention and admiration upon colleagues in the college of dubious artforms. Level up on points. To where I can post. 

Ian, quoting chapter and verse, me, licking it up like gospel ladeled down my gullet. Gross.

Is that how ppl become fans of ppl on instagram? That's sad. I don't want to play a sad role in a sad little play that is horrifying and beautiful at times, like pixies singing songs to you at the peak/trough diamond drill interval of an ayahuasca trip. We know those "entheogens" don't necessarily do any good, people can go in and out with their asshole egos intact no problem, look at burning man for an example, look at all those zaphod beeblebroxes going into their total perspective vortexes and coming out with the idea that the universe is endorsing their dream to go on mismanaging silicon valley parasite farms. Oh, that rant felt righteous and full of holes.

It can get to be too much some times. Luckily I don't fall into panic much any more. I just let it flow, as it's all disposed to, around me, around me. Don't know what they do, but the things they all get up to just astound me, astound me, Nursery Rhymes for arrested developments. Ok, I got one mantra ready, at least. I cobbled together one of them. That's as heroic as I can get. Until something forces me to get moreso.

Just between you and me, that was too much of that oil. Might have to edit inconvenient vestiges of the present that try to out-compete and eliminate ways of coping, being here now, in the moment. Does make me aware of how cold my hands are, in a more immediate way, like it's weighty, means something, feels something extra. Does make me aware I'm doing something, writing, and lending the weight of weightier sensation to the fact that writing is a struggle, lends more weight to the activity, makes meaning even, in and of itself, if meaning could be derived later, by whatever standard reigns then. See, that's the big question. The goddamn state boundary. You see? Ah, nevermind. I'll try again later.

Nursery mantras I sing to myself when I get desperate, or even drowsy. When I don't want to get out of bed, and it's a morning lullaby, an elegy to waking life and exhortation to stay in bed, and don't worry about it, and don't despair but get back to that pleasant drowsiness, treat the drowsy like I drug, not like anyone else drugs but like I do it, how I treat it like a laudanum-coated lollipop. Some people do dream in a druggy kind of way, ppl do know what I'm talking about, even if the idea of addiction to sleep is seen as not credible, not worth exploring or even discussing... and what is even out there that hasn't got a reddit devoted to it?

What's my reddit saying about me? Did they turn on me? Did some one edit my wikipedia page to claim I was a paypig? Who posted these scurrilous lies? Actually no body, there's nothing, I can relax, as I've always relaxed in that area. I've kept a low profile, because of low points in my ego, in my story, which is I guess what passes for trauma with me, so I guess that's lucky, a first world problem. It's a first world luxury to worry about potential panic in the near future. I could freak out about that luxury, or luxuriate in it. I guess it would be far more pleasurable to do the latter.

There was cyber-bullying, I guess, before the term existed, but my dreams are fucked up enough, with enough over-the-top symbology, but not enough sex, although sometimes. Christ, had the first one of those dreams of my life, so there's weird stuff going on. Maybe there's a lack of outlet, maybe there needs to therapy for me, poor me, or pour me a drink.

There were multiple times of being smacked down so hard online that it kept me shy, even online, guarded. And still, I got multiple relationships out of being online, one of it enduring, ongoing, despite how life conspires to break our wills to be there for each other, that bare minimum thing that can mean so much, even in good times, all the more so in times that seem like "the bad timeline" in a sci-fi movie, like where climate change wasn't fixed easily, even within capitalism, with market-based solutions, like the ozone hole was, and instead, all the "worst-case" models turned out to be overly-sunny projections, and the prognosis became increasingly malignant for human survival, and we got to see the clown fascist pre-shock before the century-long banality of end-times.

I can't think of what to say in the threads replies. I'm tongue-tied. I guess that's why I'm a pay pig. I'm not paying much though. I guess I could splurge and buy some real top-tier temporary loyalty. For a weekend. And then, I dunno, go on a mass shooting spree? Nah, not extraverted enough. That's very late-90s anyway. Old old paradigm. Now I'm an adult, more civic-minded, more inclined to do terrorism towards a doomed revolution, if anything. I'm a cynic civic. Can the word civic be used like that? I'm not sure. What is this, a podcast monologue now?

[eddiewilldo]

Well I guess I've made a series of these now...

Prt 3 zaphon the ever irritating and goofy

[catkurohazama]