So, I am moved from Sydney to Brisbane, but as yet have no internet at home. I must therefore steal some of my GF’s in order to wish you all a wonderful solstice for tomorrow, and sundry other religious and ethnic festivals that may fall on or about that date. Just remember, it’s Xmas, and X is the reason for the season. At this time we celebrate the birth of X, and the fact that summer/winter will come again as a result. X remained mysterious to save us all. Something to do with the Sun, lambing (which takes place in spring, even in Palestine, so duh), fat guys in red suits, uncontrolled consumerism, and feasting on the bodies of gods. X is our personal saviour, available wholesale.
If Primus ever gets around to restoring internet I will start to post again, but my teaching load has increased infinitely (from 0 to 2/2) and so I will have to be a bit less loquacious. Expect lots of cute internet memes. Like the one below the fold…
You are old, Father Yahweh,” the fabulist said,
“And your wrath has grown harder to sell.
So I’ve written a sequel with you as the head
Where your son comes to earth for a spell.”
“In my youth,” Father Yahweh replied to young Luke,
“I was One and I shall always be.
But your tale has poor Mary knocked up by my spook!
By that count, you’ve split me in three.”
“You are old,” Luke continued, “Your foibles re food
Make you pointlessly picky on chow.
So act 10 will have Peter in visions conclude
That you’re cool with non-kosher from now.”
“In my youth,” said the lord, “I had flavor and fire.
My restrictions were worn like a brand.
Now you let people eat anything they desire?
Makes my character spineless and bland.”
“You are old, Father Yahweh,” a tax man said,
“And your rules have left too many holes.
So I’ve called it a sin: the mere thought of a bed.
We’ll make normal kids fear for their souls.”
“In my youth,” said the god, “I made sex. It was grand!
Men had slave girls and multiple wives.
Now you’ve made me the watcher of every lad’s hand —
The repressor of natural drives.”
“You are old, Father Yahweh,” the tax man accused,
“And your justice took eye for an eye,
But we noticed that principle being abused
So we’re giving forgiveness a try.”
“Enough of your cheek!” Yahweh yelled from his throne,
“Your non-canon fanfic can’t stand.”
But a meme, once ignited, has life of its own
And the retcon continued as planned.