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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
I don't get it. Is SB one of us, or is she an unbelieving jew?
Am I god?
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Sorry. It was the Unsolicited Parable of the Day.
The modern-day analogue to it, as described to me, was the person who -- however grudgingly -- attends the party, but by bringing nothing to the party clearly chooses not to be
in it.
Sadly, Coltrane, neither you nor I am God. We may or may not be the king, depending on whether we're hosting. I have no idea whether SB would be an unbelieving jew, but clearly coming to the party isn't, in itself, enough. You need to bring an occasional good story about fashion, entertainment, philosophy, alien invader escape plans, double anal -- hell,
something -- or, you get bound and cast into the outer darkness and shit.
Whoa. I've wandered into Watchtower territory. Give me a minute and I'll come up with some Caligula-style dream sequence to try and atone for this.
Gattigap
