Swallowed By The God
Apr. 23rd, 2008 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaPerfect title for the screen play. Yes, it's another Harrison reference. Whatever. Speaking of Harrison, Harrison Farsheets said something funny.
The answer to what you should do is obvious, but will take some planning.
You need to buy awesome snack food and eat it right in front of him, commenting how good it is and offering him just a little to give him a good taste. Then slowly start to toss his food in the garbage, slowly, until his snack food is depleted (he may notice but this will help). After you have thrown away all of his food, put your goodies on the counter before you 'go to bed' and make some comment about how he listens to mindless music. By this point he will be out to get you. Now you need to wait in your room until he goes into his room. Then sneak back out and wait in the kitchen with the lights turned out and a wolf mask on. Around 3:30 AM he will be completely starved and will venture down to nosh on your food. When he enters the kitchen he will be completely surprised to find a half man-half wolf and will hopefully reconsider his musical tastes.
Today was tragicomic and imitated art (in Serenades somewhere. Six, I believe. Whatever deity you worship forbid you have to read something that's more than ten pages) and I'd think this is the kind of thing that only happens to Immelman.
I suggested to Dana that he film a real life version of Bobby Neurotic Eats A Sandwich after seeing the signs that some jerk in McAdoc plastered everywhere. He'd do it if someone was willing to wash away his hands. And we could CGI the happy sun thing in there. I'd have printed out Bobby Neurotic and discretely taped it on the McAdoc board had it not been too many pages.
Alas, I do not have the Facsimile. Matt drew a picture of some guy named Victor, who has angry eyebrows.
Paul Park has this to say:
What I find interesting about religion is that in no other enterprise (except, perhaps, democratic politics) does the heartbreakingly pure idealism of human beings exist in such close proximity to their foulest and most corrupt instincts. There is no belief structure on earth that is not filthy and contaminated and counterproductive from its inception--corrupted immediately by money and power and sex. But the core of each of them remains pure, because it speaks to what is purest in our natures--atman, the spark of divinity, whatever you want to call it. Faith, like the ideal of democracy, will never go away, because they are really the only two things that are worth a shit. But it is important to understand that both lead immediately to grotesque distortions, by their very nature. There's something Jeshua says in Corax, which I believe: "There is no word that men put in the mouth of God, that is not a dangerous lie." But that doesn't mean God doesn't exist. I myself am a churchgoer, though I don't particularly believe the nonsense that goes on in church.
Soldiers of Paradise should be required reading in any theocracy or anywhere where people want a theocracy. Alas, it's out of print.
Lesson Learned: I spent way longer than necessary on this. Time that could be better spent listening to a British guy launch into a tirade about Knuckles.
Burning Question: What random quixotic quests have you considered undertaking?
The answer to what you should do is obvious, but will take some planning.
You need to buy awesome snack food and eat it right in front of him, commenting how good it is and offering him just a little to give him a good taste. Then slowly start to toss his food in the garbage, slowly, until his snack food is depleted (he may notice but this will help). After you have thrown away all of his food, put your goodies on the counter before you 'go to bed' and make some comment about how he listens to mindless music. By this point he will be out to get you. Now you need to wait in your room until he goes into his room. Then sneak back out and wait in the kitchen with the lights turned out and a wolf mask on. Around 3:30 AM he will be completely starved and will venture down to nosh on your food. When he enters the kitchen he will be completely surprised to find a half man-half wolf and will hopefully reconsider his musical tastes.
Today was tragicomic and imitated art (in Serenades somewhere. Six, I believe. Whatever deity you worship forbid you have to read something that's more than ten pages) and I'd think this is the kind of thing that only happens to Immelman.
I suggested to Dana that he film a real life version of Bobby Neurotic Eats A Sandwich after seeing the signs that some jerk in McAdoc plastered everywhere. He'd do it if someone was willing to wash away his hands. And we could CGI the happy sun thing in there. I'd have printed out Bobby Neurotic and discretely taped it on the McAdoc board had it not been too many pages.
Alas, I do not have the Facsimile. Matt drew a picture of some guy named Victor, who has angry eyebrows.
Paul Park has this to say:
What I find interesting about religion is that in no other enterprise (except, perhaps, democratic politics) does the heartbreakingly pure idealism of human beings exist in such close proximity to their foulest and most corrupt instincts. There is no belief structure on earth that is not filthy and contaminated and counterproductive from its inception--corrupted immediately by money and power and sex. But the core of each of them remains pure, because it speaks to what is purest in our natures--atman, the spark of divinity, whatever you want to call it. Faith, like the ideal of democracy, will never go away, because they are really the only two things that are worth a shit. But it is important to understand that both lead immediately to grotesque distortions, by their very nature. There's something Jeshua says in Corax, which I believe: "There is no word that men put in the mouth of God, that is not a dangerous lie." But that doesn't mean God doesn't exist. I myself am a churchgoer, though I don't particularly believe the nonsense that goes on in church.
Soldiers of Paradise should be required reading in any theocracy or anywhere where people want a theocracy. Alas, it's out of print.
Lesson Learned: I spent way longer than necessary on this. Time that could be better spent listening to a British guy launch into a tirade about Knuckles.
Burning Question: What random quixotic quests have you considered undertaking?
