Hello, all. This blog is born of two full days of nagging by our beloved Borscht Bayuga...that is, constant nagging, except when he was at the gym treadmill, staring himself down in the floor to ceiling mirrors. He's occupied at present, so to start us off, the Other would like to look at your face, wish you well, and wish you absolute freedom from those nasty little grammatical errors to which some of us might be prone. She hopes you wish the same in return.
So. Wikipedia tells me that the Narcissus flower is named after Narcissus. (How helpful - I couldn't have figured that one out on my own. Consider this a shout-out to the great oz behind wikipedia). To continue - crouched uncomfortably by the river's edge, this god of beauty could fall in love only with himself. He eventually died of despair (some say it was simple thirst), forever unable to grasp the 'stranger' in the water. Now, if that isn't a rough end... though, I think the worst way to go might have been depicted in some mediaeval (yeah, I spelled it with an a) primary source we once read: having nails nailed into all sides of a coffin, being nailed inside, and rolled down a hill. So maybe narcissus is on to something here?
The other would like to extend a heartfelt thanks to narcissus for his momentary lapse in writing about himself, and for redirecting the course of her life once more. She'd like to do the same in return (though, to be clear, she's not doing it just because he did it. She would have done it anyway. Vinas said so).
(1) get rid of all of your silly plans
If you don't, you know what'll happen. Just ask Dr. Wirth - God's going to start laughing, and it's not going to sound like any lion's roar. Nope. I mean, I know you fancy yourself a god and all, but you should probably start listening to the BIG god, because you don't even have gej around anymore to bless you with mass after-effects. Plus, I heard that after god is done with all of his laughing about your plans that the olympic-hosting government keeps calling off, he sticks billy bibbit on your ass. And he's the worst billy I know.
See you at 2:00 am (pacific time) for an abortion debate.
-the 2 of the 1-2 punch
2 comments:
I need to get in on this action. But I am currently a bit tipsy. Perhaps that is the best time to join.
Hmm.
You know, I couldn't help but think of cigarettes when you mentioned the coffin-nail-hill thing. Because, like, how people call cigarettes "nails in the coffin," or whatever.
And that made me think about China.
And the Three Gorges Dam.
And how I hate large dams because they totally destroy riparian ecosystems.
So, I think your soul is like a riparian ecosystem. And China builds a dam, and sediment is no longer deposited on your banks, but instead, is held back against the dam walls.
You know? Okay, good, glad we're clear.
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