Gunny Walker

  I don't really have much to say, so I thought that I would post a passage from Terry Pratchett's The Last Continent. If you are familiar with Discworld novels, skip the next paragraph.
  Discworld is a world that rides on the back of four elephants, who stand on the back of a giant turtle. This is the story of Rincewind, the world's most useless magician. Rincewind winds up on a mysterious continent that never seems to get rain and has danger everywhere. Still, no worries. He has inadvertently upset the natural order of things in this unnatural continent and has to set them right.

 This was Rincewind after several months: his wizardly robe was quite short now. Bits had been torn off or used as string or, after some particularly resistant hors d'oeuvres, as bandages. It showed his knees, and wizards are nowhere near champion standard at knees. They tend to appear, as the book might put it, a knobbly savage.
  But he'd kept his hat. He'd woven a new wide brim for it, and he'd had to restore the crown once or twice with fresh bits of robe, and most of the sequins had been replaced with bits of shell stitched on with grass, but it was still his hat, the same old hat. A wizard without a hat was just a sad man with a suspicious taste in clothes. A wizard without a hat wasn't anyone.

  I read that the other day and thought, "That's going on the blog." It's the really corny jokes why I like Pratchett so much. To find out how Rincewind wound up on the mysterious continent known only as XXXX, then you need to read Interesting Times. Which of course is built on the back of Eric. Which is of course, built on the back of...
  Look, no one will get mad if you start in the middle. I started there.