Don't y'all think...

Don't y'all think this outlaw bit has done got out of hand? That's Waylon if you don't all ready know it. And it's Waylon if you do already know it. As he actually sings it. Thus:

Don't you think this outlaw bit has done got out of hand?
What started out to be a joke, the law don't understand.
Was it singing through my nose that got me busted by the man?
Maybe this here outlaw bit has done got out of hand.

So, why am I telling you? I'm telling you, it should be obvious, as the lead-in to something else. Don't you think this towels bit has done got out of hand? I do. But I seem unable to escape what I've started. This morning Anthony drew my attention to the following:

A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta... wet it for use in hand-to-hand combat... wrap it around your head to ward off noxious fumes... any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the Galaxy, rough it... win through, and still know where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.

It's from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. One thing leads to another - already, I suppose, the theme of this post - so it then turns out that there's a Towel Day. We just missed it. Or I did anyway. It was on May 25. There's also the Googlism towel, from which this selection:

a towel is a towel is a towel
a towel is more massive when wet than dry
a towel is a way
a towel is an excellent way to prepare for the rest of his or her life
a towel is to distract perfectly normal beasts
a towel is mandatory
a towel is a function of the absorbency of the yarns and the density of the terry or number of loops per square inch
a towel is a tribute
a towel is the antecedent of one

Of one hell of a lot of stuff. Enough.