Douglas Adams Continuum (DAC)

... have a cookie and make yourself comfortable.

Not too far at all. Welcome to our little corner of "outside the asylum".

I'd welcome you to the United States, but then I'm not there...still, as far as I'm concerned you're welcome to the United States (tee hee...you know I don't really mean that oh lovely 'Mercans).

Hope you have fun here.

(we need a waving smiley. i´d like to use one now. please? come to think of it, we also need a bambi-eyes smiley. i have never seen one, but i´m convinced they exist... on some smileys-only world, maybe? um. i digress. again.)
:-)

''In an infinite Universe anything can happen,'' said Ford, ''Even
survival. Strange but true.''

That night the ship crash-landed on to an utterly insignificant
little green-blue planet which circled a small unregarded yellow
sun in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the
Western spiral arm of the Galaxy.
In the hours preceding the crash Ford Prefect had fought
furiously but in vain to unlock the controls of the ship from
their pre-ordained flight path. It had quickly become apparent to
him that the ship had been programmed to convey its payload
safely, in uncomfortably, to its new home but to cripple itself
beyond repair in the process.
Its screaming, blazing descent through the atmosphere had
stripped away most of its superstructure and outer shielding, and
its final inglorious bellyflop into a murky swamp had left its
crew only a few hours of darkness during which to revive and
offload its deep-frozen and unwanted cargo for the ship began to
settle almost at once, slowly upending its gigantic bulk in the
stagnant slime. Once or twice during the night it was starkly
silhouetted against the sky as burning meteors - the detritus of
its descent - flashed across the sky.
In the grey pre-dawn light it let out an obscene roaring gurgle
and sank for ever into the stinking depths.
When the sun came up that morning it shed its thin watery light
over a vast area heaving with wailing hairdressers, public
relations executives, opinion pollsters and the rest, all clawing
their way desperately to dry land.
A less strong minded sun would probably have gone straight back
down again, but it continued to climb its way through the sky and
after a while the influence of its warming rays began to have
some restoring effect on the feebly struggling creatures.
Countless numbers had, unsurprisingly, been lost to the swamp in
the night, and millions more had been sucked down with the ship,
but those that survived still numbered hundreds of thousands and
as the day wore on they crawled out over the surrounding
countryside, each looking for a few square feet of solid ground
on which to collapse and recover from their nightmare ordeal.
Two figures moved further afield.
From a nearby hillside Ford Prefect and Arthur Dent watched the
horror of which they could not feel a part.
''Filthy dirty trick to pull,'' muttered Arthur.
Ford scraped a stick along the ground and shrugged.
''An imaginative solution to a problem I'd have thought,'' he said.
''Why can't people just learn to live together in peace and
harmony?'' said Arthur.
Ford gave a loud, very hollow laugh.
''Forty-two!'' he said with a malicious grin, ''No, doesn't work.
Never mind.''
Arthur looked at him as if he'd gone mad and, seeing nothing to
indicate the contrary, realized that it would be perfectly
reasonable to assume that this had in fact happened.
''What do you think will happen to them all?'' he said after a
while.
''In an infinite Universe anything can happen,'' said Ford, ''Even
survival. Strange but true.''

that monsterously long quote

But now I live in Colorado (in the Denver area), and before that Tucson Arizona.