14 October 1999

Title: Creationism?

God saw that there was a birthday, and he created the party. And it was good. God said, "Let there be adult libations of all manner flowing freely and in abundance, and let my children partake thereof." And there were libations. And God looked upon the libations and saw that they were good. And there were the seconds and the minutes, and it was the first hour.

And God said, "Let there be friends and family to partake in the libations and shower the birthday girl with presents." And it was so. And God looked upon the presents (a DVD player with The Matrix and Bound accompanying; nerd toys for the office; a Hot Topic T-shirt; a techno CD and several small gifts from Cynthia) and saw that they were good. And there were the seconds and the minutes, and it was the second hour.

And God said, "Let there be loud obnoxious techno music, with which to better annoy the neighbors. Let Prodigy and Plaid and Chemical Brothers reign supreme, and let all who hear them bow in adoration before them." And it was so. And there was the seconds and the minutes, and it was the third hour.

And God said, "Let there be chips and salsa and rotelle dip and steak with which my children may sustain themselves, particularly in light of the abundant libations they have consumed, and let them have bratwurst when the steak runs out." And it was so. And there was bratwurst and steak and hot dogs, and it was good. And the libations overflowed again. And there were the seconds and the minutes, and it was the fourth hour.

And God said, "Let the geeks flourish in their natural habitat, and let them speak of Star Wars and the impossibilities of the physics thereof, which they are bound to do anyway, being geeks as they are." And it was so. And God looked upon the geek arguments and saw that it was good. And there were the seconds and the minutes, and it was the fifth hour.

And God said, "Let there be a large pile of geeks watching The Matrix projected on the living room wall with a Big-Ass Stereo System(tm) in surround sound, to once again annoy the neighbors and geek out heavily while making fun of Keanu Reeves and drooling over Carrie-Anne Moss." And it was so. And there were the seconds and the minutes, and it was the sixth hour.

And God looked upon all these things and found them good. Particularly the libations.

And in the seventh hour God rested, and so did the geeks. And it was good.

-- marcie.

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