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"Beware by whom you are called sane."
Sanity is just a one trick pony anyway, I always say. You only get one trick - rational thinking. But when you're good and crazy... Oh, man- the sky's the limit! So, this is my homenode. Nifty, eh? There's not a lot here at the moment, mostly just clutter. As anyone who has visited any of the other countless pieces of web real-estate I've ever been the caretaker for, you'll probably know that it won't get much better than this - and you might just pray that it doesn't get any worse.
I'm not exactly new to PerlMonks, but I've only recently achieved monk-hood. I've got a pretty relaxed attitude toward my experience points here, as can easily be demonstrated by watching how much it hasn't grown since I've been here. It'd probably grow more, but at the very heart of my being is a insatiable appetite for Slack. I can't get enough of it. It makes happiness seem like getting your eyes gouged out with a carrot peeler. To give you an idea of where I could be by now, virtualsue- one of my favorite monks by the way- happens to have started here just four hours and forty minutes before I did, and she's way ahead of me in terms of XP and what-not. And her town is named after cheese. Bizarre.
So, about the picture above. For the unilluminated, it's from The Principia Discordia, the religious doctrine of Erisians (Discordians). To say I'm a Discordian isn't really fair, but there are large bits of Discordianism that make sense to me, in as much as any part of Discordianism can make sense to anyone.
For your enlightenment:
A Sermon on Ethics and Love
One day Malaclypse the Younger, the Benevolent Polyfather, asked the messenger spirit Saint Gulik to approach the Goddess and request Her presence for some desperate advice. Shortly afterwards the radio came on by itself, and an etheral female Voice said YES?
"O! Eris! Blessed Mother of Man! Queen of Chaos! Daughter of Discord! Concubine of Confusion! O! Exquisite Lady, I beseech You to lift a heavy burden from my heart!"
WHAT BOTHERS YOU, MAL? YOU DON'T SOUND WELL.
"I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, childen perish while brothers war. O, woe."
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THAT, IF IT IS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO?
"But nobody wants it! Everybody hates it."
OH. WELL, THEN STOP.
At which moment She turned herself into an aspirin commercial and left The Polyfather stranded alone with his species.
(The paranoids are watching you.)
I'm also a big fan of quotes. My whiteboard is covered with them. Some of them are even attributed with their sources, and a small fraction of those are even attributed correctly. It's best not to think about it, and just let it go. Usually, if someone points out that the attribution is wrong, I'll just end up grinning at them like a ninny instead of changing it to how it should be. Why? Who can say, who can say...
I work for a smallish consulting company in Burlington, MA., in the Application Development Center. We do a little bit of everything development-wise. Keeps me on my toes, at any rate, and they're generally relaxed enough to let me continue to program in Perl, so it keeps me happy t'boot. Not too shabby. Speaking of Perl...
Surely I'll add more when I feel motivated, but this is all you get for now. And no, I'm not going to stop calling you Shirley.
The words of the Foolish and those of the Wise
Are not far apart in Discordian Eyes.
(HBT; The Book of Advice, 8:1)
This statement is false.
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