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"And then Jesus came down,
From heaven above,
To speak to the masses,

And he said,
"You've got it all wrong,
My birthday's not now,
It's actually roughly in April,
Now you've missed 2009,
Birthdays of mine,
I'm sick and tired of it,
Seriously,
Your God wants you to pay up.""

Distraction

I was going to make a post about the progress of the war on Christmas, particularly in light of the uncovering of AFA uncovering the EAC's subversive shops...

But I got distracted by the EAC's pledge of allegiance

"As an evil atheist, I promise to perpetuate the conspiracy of biological evolution, to suppress the evidence for the existence of an omnipotent god, and to further the cause of Satanism. I will abuse any authority I may come to have by openly promoting the irrational faith of evolution as scientific fact and theory. In addition, I vow to take every opportunity to conceal the more than ample evidence for the existence of god. Finally, I will ridicule the church, the clergy and all those freethinking parishioners who have seen past the hoax of evolution, by characterising them as mindless sheep who are deluded and weak. In all facets of life, whether spoken, written, or believed, I will uphold this oath. For I am not just an evil atheist, but a humble servant of Satan."

I sign willingly

Second attempt: failed

I meant to write something about the last re:action, most likely built around the prejudices "maybe their meta-narrative isn't Jesus. Maybe their 'big-story' is about themselves' subtly built up.

But alas, I didn't quite remember enough of it to do so and it would up slipping out of my mind.

Yesterday I intended to at least remember something that I could write about* and once again I failed. This irritates me somewhat more than last time since the speaker mentioned a few things that would be quite interesting to examine, particularly concerning achievements**

Ah well, not that it really matters much, though I think I will type what I do remember, though it isn't much.....WTF?!

The college has blocked access to the SAB.

Reason: intolerance.

And yet Bible Gateway works. And BG contains the KJV, which is all the SAB is.

So highlighting parts of a book which tell you to shun and not have relationships with those who don't believe the same as you and pointing out that this is intolernt is intolerant yet the original text isn't?

GTFO of my internet


*Since it's nicer to be told how great you did in person I figured it would be better to tell Evee how awesome the musical side of it was when I had her with me. Although since I am discussing it, I can't help but bring it up again. It was good, you had people clapping and dancing-ish by the end of it, plus more Nazi salutes than last time (that I counted). You don't get that unless people are having a good time

**and his double back on himself from downplaying acheivments and the desire to earn them with what he'd acheived when discussing his dying friend. Though there isn't much meat on that and is worth little more than this passing reference I am giving it at the moment

In the mind

Very amusing

Periodic table

I am nothing, I have nothing. No skill, no ability...nothing I can point to as something that sets me apart. Just another drone, another cog in the machine. Destined forever to be spectacularly average.

I look around and I see you all, doing things which your good at. Having something which you can point to as a vindication for your existence. A certificate on the wall, a notch on your belt.

Me? Pathetic, paltry. Nothing I can excel at, nothing I can do even remotley well. My personal statement is empty, my CV: void. A wall empty, a life wasted.

Funny isn't it. Finding out there's no afterlife, that existence ends at death; it doesn't bother me at all. I'm not fazed by the discovery that there is no purpose to anything. But the notion I am nothign specail?

My insides implode

And it's true. There isn't even a hint of skill in my body. My evenings are wasted fannying around the internet or revising (read: procrastinising revising).

I can't do anything.

Maybe that's why so much of what I do involves kids. If I hang around with those puny beings then I can actually be better than them at something.

Somehow I can empathise with BR even more in this state, like it counts for anything. Like. It. Fucking. Matters.
"Oh yeah, I can understand some random band"

"Better off dead, yeah, better than this.
Take it away 'cuz there's nothing to miss"

EDIT:
I just got took a survey. One of the questions was "what are your hobbys?"
I know people who could write a ton
I had to put "none"