Re: It's STILL snowing
Nully Fydyan wrote:
> Just so you know.
> By now you're probably exasperated with these little weather reports,
> on the verge of asking, "Nully, are these going to continue until
> Unfortunately, the only answer I can give is, "No. Until April."
> So deal. "Bob" knows, I am.
> Rev. Nully Fydyan
> Church of the Ungendered Yeti
> "NO! NO! THAT YO-YO IS A NO-NO FOR BOBO!" -- MegaLiz
Are you KRAZY?!?! "Bob" deals in I AM! And knows it. Why does he
do it? Because he has no choice, that's why. He has even less choice
than you, Nully. He IS the weather report you just gave! He is...he is
the weather itself, when he concentrates hard enough. You know "Bob",
His Ways, His 'Deal' 'with' 'Ivan', and the difference is that it makes
you famous while it makes Ivan poor. But you don't care, either, and
neither do I. All I care about is when "Bob" comes again. I want him
to come again, and again and again. The First Coming of "Bob" was
apocalyptically understated. The Second Coming is going to be the
granddaddy of all Second Comings. It's blowing in your wind, Nully,
it's in the SNOW that's falling RIGHT NOW! All you care about is all I
care about, and all that is is coming quicker than a greased proton in
that Accelerator all those scientists are sapping your tax dollars for.
The Second Coming is right around the bend, don't wait up, get out your
sleds and boogie! Hot chocalates all around, and it's all in the wind,
the air we breathe and even the economy which drove the internet right
up to "Bob"'s drive-through window. The Second Coming, the gelatinous
computer you're sitting at, spewing green slime like it were the Second
Coming, S.P.U.T.U.M. leaping out at you from your computer terminal, the
Big Squirt, the Second Coming, and all you figured on was some stupid
little ol' "Bob" thingy waggin it's tail at you like some kind of hog in
heat! The Second Coming, the alien bankers will decend from space and
create living Aztec rock out of the plastic computer peripherals sitting
at our desks, and as your trembling hands move towards the button to
click 'Send,' you'll remember that you were here, before, Nully, and it
was snowing then, too, except that every snowflake was exactly alike,
and every snowflake had the shape of...
Keep It Up,