Difference between revisions of "Introduction to the book"
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− | The Gods were annoyed | + | The Gods were annoyed |
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− | But we had rented the space fair and square | + | But they had no choice 'cause we had rented the space fair and square. The ink on the contract was dry. Their job was to clear out and spend the week on an all expenses paid booze cruise through the Astral. Apollo, in his little white vacation shoes, flipped me off personally on the way out. They had just heard the news, that Limbo Peak had been rented out by ''Discordians''. |
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See, when Triple Zero and I reserved the place, we wore these sweet masks. I was Hairacles and he was Kolonoskopos. We told them it was a masquerade ball, but we didn't tell 'em who was on the guest list. | See, when Triple Zero and I reserved the place, we wore these sweet masks. I was Hairacles and he was Kolonoskopos. We told them it was a masquerade ball, but we didn't tell 'em who was on the guest list. | ||
− | When Zeus found out, he got all bitchtits. " | + | When Zeus found out it was ''Discordians'', he got all bitchtits. "Eris worshippers?" he thundered. "Aw Hera, ''they're gonna foul the pool''..." Someone whispered in his ear that skinnydipping was listed ''several times'' on their agenda. That old windbag's bitchtits practically burst out his beardhole. "I forbid the pool entirely!" Sure thing pops. Yeah, we'll be good guests. Hey, where do you keep the towels? |
See, our Lady Eris is celebrating 49 or 50 years or so since she sent that imaginary penguin to freak out those spags Mal and Omar. Since then, it's been more or less a constant party - like something Crowley would envision while balls deep in some ass trance. So in a way, we're celebrating 49 or 50 years of constant partying with an even ''weirder'' party. | See, our Lady Eris is celebrating 49 or 50 years or so since she sent that imaginary penguin to freak out those spags Mal and Omar. Since then, it's been more or less a constant party - like something Crowley would envision while balls deep in some ass trance. So in a way, we're celebrating 49 or 50 years of constant partying with an even ''weirder'' party. | ||
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Now there's a lot of "Discordians" out there on the web, and they're not organized really well, so there's no telling how much of the iceberg we crashed. But I think we got a good sampling. It was cool, because all these foreign networks collided. They swapped ideas and put some pee in the idea pot. And this book is the toxic soup that we squeezed out of it. | Now there's a lot of "Discordians" out there on the web, and they're not organized really well, so there's no telling how much of the iceberg we crashed. But I think we got a good sampling. It was cool, because all these foreign networks collided. They swapped ideas and put some pee in the idea pot. And this book is the toxic soup that we squeezed out of it. | ||
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+ | The idea, originally, was to produce a book ''really quickly''. I had this idea for a booklet I wanted to put together about why Discordia is a kickass way of dealing with this crazy decade. I mean, the Principia is practically 50 years old, but it keeps getting more relevant. Culture is strange and stranger still. Even my daily commute to work feels like one of Lewis Carroll's opium dreams. So I put together some thoughts, but I wanted more people to give their spin on things. So I had this idea for a one-shot internet forum. |
Revision as of 18:07, 3 September 2008
The Gods were annoyed
To say the least.
But they had no choice 'cause we had rented the space fair and square. The ink on the contract was dry. Their job was to clear out and spend the week on an all expenses paid booze cruise through the Astral. Apollo, in his little white vacation shoes, flipped me off personally on the way out. They had just heard the news, that Limbo Peak had been rented out by Discordians.
[Insert 000's pic of kolonoskopos and hairacles]
See, when Triple Zero and I reserved the place, we wore these sweet masks. I was Hairacles and he was Kolonoskopos. We told them it was a masquerade ball, but we didn't tell 'em who was on the guest list.
When Zeus found out it was Discordians, he got all bitchtits. "Eris worshippers?" he thundered. "Aw Hera, they're gonna foul the pool..." Someone whispered in his ear that skinnydipping was listed several times on their agenda. That old windbag's bitchtits practically burst out his beardhole. "I forbid the pool entirely!" Sure thing pops. Yeah, we'll be good guests. Hey, where do you keep the towels?
See, our Lady Eris is celebrating 49 or 50 years or so since she sent that imaginary penguin to freak out those spags Mal and Omar. Since then, it's been more or less a constant party - like something Crowley would envision while balls deep in some ass trance. So in a way, we're celebrating 49 or 50 years of constant partying with an even weirder party.
So 000 and I -- er -- Hairacles and Kolonoskopos tried to contact as many "Discordians" as they could find for this bizarre masquerade bash. And when the party started, they came in droves. They jibbered in Russian. There were mittens and win in every discussion.
Weird people in their anybody suits. We're all over the place like tossed cookies.
[insert the beach etc.discordia ad]
Now there's a lot of "Discordians" out there on the web, and they're not organized really well, so there's no telling how much of the iceberg we crashed. But I think we got a good sampling. It was cool, because all these foreign networks collided. They swapped ideas and put some pee in the idea pot. And this book is the toxic soup that we squeezed out of it.
The idea, originally, was to produce a book really quickly. I had this idea for a booklet I wanted to put together about why Discordia is a kickass way of dealing with this crazy decade. I mean, the Principia is practically 50 years old, but it keeps getting more relevant. Culture is strange and stranger still. Even my daily commute to work feels like one of Lewis Carroll's opium dreams. So I put together some thoughts, but I wanted more people to give their spin on things. So I had this idea for a one-shot internet forum.