The Happy, Postmodern Teatime of the Soul

In my ongoing attempt to write about things that the People Who Use the Internet (PWUI) are known to enjoy and occasionally Google, and in light of the fact that Happy Postmodernists reaches its landmark 42nd post today, I'm posting this not-at-all difficult to find picture of happy Douglas Adams! Enjoy, PWUI! "But wait!" say the PWUI collectively, "There's no way he's postmodern! He's just a goofy (awesome) sci-fi author!" Well, that's where you're wrong, dear readers (who may or may not exist), and PWUI (who definitely exist). I'm just going to ask you one question. Would the name Ford Prefect be out of place in a Pynchon novel? Of course not! And I'm pretty sure that if Pynchon had given Pierce Inverarity the name Zaphod Beeblebrox instead, we would have just yawned collectively. At most, we would have affectionately sighed "Oh, Tom," before turning the page. There you have it. Thomas Pynchon and Douglas Adams are definitively the same person. Have you ever seen them together?

I'll leave you with a little game of "Guess The Blurb!" Did Pynchon or Adams write a "ghost-horror-detective-time-travel-romantic-comedy-epic, mainly concerned with mud, music and quantum mechanics?" You tell me, PWUI!

The Smiling of Lot 49

I've tried to be creative in my choice of postmodernists, but let's face it. Sometimes all you want is that old-time Pynchon. And we here at Happy Postmodernists are happy to accomodate you, reader who may or may not exist!



When I read Thomas Pynchon in high school, I had nightmares for a month. Most of them involved Pynchon chasing me. I don't really know how to deal with this in a constructive way, but I do know now that Pynchon is a happy postmodernist. Just try to find enough pictures of him to prove otherwise!