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Don't Panic

The avatar for my blog pretty much sums up my approach to life. As I get older I'm not quite so quick to react to things about me. Now sure that's due in part to an aging body that's not quite a temple anymore (like it ever was?) and in part to a mind that wanders at the slightest provocation. But what I mean is that over the years I've slipped into a more laissez-faire, "shit happens" state of mind. I react less and less in the knee-jerk fashion of my youth. These days, "Don't Panic" works for me.
It's also a tip of the hat to Douglas Adams who utilized the phrase in his brilliantly funny "trilogy in five parts" The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Lately, though, it's become harder and harder to hold on to this ideal...

Comments

Jen said…
Well there is a lot to panic about, really..do you watch the news? They are telling us to panic every five seconds. There would be no ratings if no panic, no revenue with no ratings. I figure the 20 somethings and younger can panic all they want.
Harry Yack said…
Agggh, recession!

Agggh, pig flu!

Agggh, Susan Freaking Boyle!

Still, at least we're not dead.
DouglasDyer said…
I looooooooove Douglas Adams. I really want some panic glasses that turn black in moments of stress so you'll stop seeing whatever is worrying you. Mostly it would just make my mother disappear.
Anonymous said…
When WalMart shuts down? Then I'll panic.

heh heh
nonamedufus said…
Jen: If Regis and Kelly make me pnaic imagine what the news would do.

Hindleyite: Didn't someone once say "Death is God's way of saying 'slow down'"?

Doug: Then who would you send a card to on Mother's Day?

Quirky: I get panicky when I go to Wal-Mart!
Hindleyite said…
Agggh, recession!

Agggh, pig flu!

Agggh, Susan Freaking Boyle!

Still, at least we're not dead.
nonamedufus said…
Jen: If Regis and Kelly make me pnaic imagine what the news would do.

Hindleyite: Didn't someone once say "Death is God's way of saying 'slow down'"?

Doug: Then who would you send a card to on Mother's Day?

Quirky: I get panicky when I go to Wal-Mart!

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