December 4th, 2007
|03:59 pm - St. Barbara would understand these schemes and dreams and ploys. . .|
An impressive quote today, in the comments on a story about "intelligent design" being taught in Florida schools:
"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?
Please St. Barbara, save our miserable skins!
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: discontent
Current Music: "Tampico Trauma", -JB
You may not be doing what you did last year, but at least you feasted.
As far as ending up with Discordian Saints, well take that up with her loveliness.
Other than that, you okay? Sound a little down in the dumps the last couple of posts.
I'm fine. Just trying to get things back in order (and hopefully have them slow down a good chunk).
This is why, when you kill a cockroach, you don't really kill it. Instead, as your foot/newspaper/poison gas descends, St. Gulik stops time, replaces himself with an empty shell of a bug that has some squishy substance in it, and disappears.
Wait a minute. Isn't that what Tasslehoff Burrfoot did?