Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored" on this, our second anniversary!
What did one frog say to another?
"My, how time is fun when you're having flies!"
Yuk yuk. I know, you've heard that one.
This week marks the second anniversary of "The Gods Are Bored," a riotous romp through the Intelligently Designed Universe with gods and goddesses who have been downsized through revised head counts.
We are an Equal Opportunity Blog, inviting deities of all races, cultural units, and creeds. In the past two years we've talked to a dizzying array of gods and goddesses. We don't want to post a whole list in fear of missing one. Suffice it to say we have been downsized ourselves, so we understand all these deities who've been knocked to the wings by the One God oligarchy.
This site was inspired by an atheist lecturer who said, "If you don't think belief in God is silly, just substitute the name 'Zeus' for God. In Zeus We Trust. One nation under Zeus. Now doesn't that sound ridiculous?"
Not to "The Gods Are Bored." We just think it means Zeus is depressed. All those big temples run to ruin, all those statues profaned. Zeus deserves better. And so does Isis, and so does Chonganda, and so does Fintan, the Salmon of Wisdom.
It has also been our pleasure to enlighten you about such important topics as upholstery care, diet colas, the madness of President George, modern Druidry, the evolutionary timetable, and our feeble attempts to save a little mountain stream from becoming a sewage sluice for 11,000 people.
Along the way we've made some great friends. We doubt that we've influenced people. But hey, you've gotta watch how you influence people. We at "The Gods Are Bored" would rather not be Rush Limbaugh, thank you.
The operative words are "thank you." Thank you for visiting "The Gods Are Bored!" Come on by anytime, pop open a TaB cola, and talk to your favorite bored god or goddess!
Here at "The Gods Are Bored," you can thumb your nose at Father God, fully optimistic that you are booked into another heaven entirely and won't ever have to stammer out excuses to St. Peter.
FROM ANNE
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS
AREA 14, STAR 14
6 comments:
AJ! Your back early!
Happy Anniversary!
I've already got my reservations for dog heaven. 'Cause...I gotta tell you...I am not ending up where my snakehandler buddies are going. No way...that place is way too intense! And I'm pretty sure they are taking those poor confused snakes with them.
I love your blog, Anne. It soothes my guilt over being a lapsed druid.
Happy Second Birthday!
Keep those interviews going and we'll see at least minimum-wage-earner gods on the increase!
Who knows? Some may even be in a position to buy that status car soon.
Love,
Terri in Joburg
Happy blogversary, Anne! Even from a vehement atheist, you're one of my favorite deists...
But you and the Fallen Uterus are the only biologically-original women that I've ever even HEARD OF who still drink TaB --- every other can has been, and will always be, consumed by flaming-gay guys who couldn't make the switch to Diet Coke. You, my alleged "mother", and 4,000,000 hairdressers, THAT'S why they still make TaB.
And here's hoping that the saccharine never kicks-in with those nasty side effects, too.
XOXOXO
Don't worry, Annti, the saccharine scare was an urban legend. In order to get cancer from drinking TaB, I'd have to consume about 250 cans a day -- admittably a worthy goal.
Suuuuuure, sure it was.
Just keep an eye on yer innards, lady.
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