"Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away."
--Phillip K. Dick
Evolution = Reality
Creationism = Belief
Intelligent Design = Snake Oil
Today is St. Barbara's Feast Day, and I'll be celebrating. I feel somewhat ashamed, though, that I can't do what I did last year: I think that St. Barbara will understand that I've spent my grocery budget already. So, it will be a very, very small party of three dining in celebration of the day. And besides, my gods, the kitchen is just a mess right now.
I think, to make up for this, I will have to ensure that I celebrate St. Gulik's Feast Day next year. On that day, maybe we'll make something he'd really like: fried gum on the bottom of a movie theatre seat, cookie crumbs from the back of the cupboards, and month-old Jell-O for dessert.
Then again, maybe we'll just make sure that it covers all five Discordian elements: Orange, Prickle, Boom, Sweet, and Pungent.
Damnit, why did I have to end up with a Discordian Saint as one of my patron saints?