Lazy Is The New Pagan
May. 27th, 2004 02:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sisalikCG: Today I wandered out of my room wearing a blanket like a little kid dressed as a ghost, basically, because I was freezing. Mom goes "Is this some sort of ritual? are you doing some kind of spell?" She was kidding, but...it bugs, dude. I know I need to suck it up, but...GAH.
CG: If it's not my fatness now it's my Pagan...ness?
Indi: Snort.
Indi: Wearing a blanket? Is a RITUAL?
Indi: Oh my dear sweet great fuzzy things that moo. That's fuckin' hilarious.
CG: I was mostly confused. Wait, why is that FUNNY? It's not like I was doing anything VAGUELY pagany!
Indi: Because you were skulking under a blanket!
Indi: "I am the ghost of the temple of the solstice of the equinox and I summon thee forth, beneath this blanket.."
CG: BWAAH! *laughs her sandwich across the room*
CG: But...I was cold!
CG: I just told her I had been planning on building a fort but she was hogging the couch cushions.
Indi: ... and within the sacred space of this... uh.. cotton-poly blend I shall be goddess....
CG: *throws down the sandwich*
CG: I can't eat around you, dude.
Indi: .. and so as the threads form together in woof and weave, so human lives are forever bound...
CG: You're funny.
Indi: And next...
Indi: We will do the ritual of the throw pillow!
Indi: The tassels at the four corners of the pillow represent the elements.
CG: *laughs more sandwich aloft*
Indi: The gentle squishiness of the pillow is that of the earth we rest upon...
Indi: and the fuzzy cloth is for life. Because things look fuzzy from an airplane.
CG: *laughs so hard she wakes the neighborhood*
CG: you HAVE to journal this
Indi: And everyone knows the gods live up where the airplanes do!
CG: If it's not my fatness now it's my Pagan...ness?
Indi: Snort.
Indi: Wearing a blanket? Is a RITUAL?
Indi: Oh my dear sweet great fuzzy things that moo. That's fuckin' hilarious.
CG: I was mostly confused. Wait, why is that FUNNY? It's not like I was doing anything VAGUELY pagany!
Indi: Because you were skulking under a blanket!
Indi: "I am the ghost of the temple of the solstice of the equinox and I summon thee forth, beneath this blanket.."
CG: BWAAH! *laughs her sandwich across the room*
CG: But...I was cold!
CG: I just told her I had been planning on building a fort but she was hogging the couch cushions.
Indi: ... and within the sacred space of this... uh.. cotton-poly blend I shall be goddess....
CG: *throws down the sandwich*
CG: I can't eat around you, dude.
Indi: .. and so as the threads form together in woof and weave, so human lives are forever bound...
CG: You're funny.
Indi: And next...
Indi: We will do the ritual of the throw pillow!
Indi: The tassels at the four corners of the pillow represent the elements.
CG: *laughs more sandwich aloft*
Indi: The gentle squishiness of the pillow is that of the earth we rest upon...
Indi: and the fuzzy cloth is for life. Because things look fuzzy from an airplane.
CG: *laughs so hard she wakes the neighborhood*
CG: you HAVE to journal this
Indi: And everyone knows the gods live up where the airplanes do!
