Four, as in Quarters

Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored," o ye of varied faiths! It's time for a party!

My, how time flies. Today is the fourth anniversary of the founding of "The Gods Are Bored."

One morning in April, 2005 I read a newspaper story about blogging. It wasn't the first I'd read, but something in it caught my eye. The story said that a woman blogger got enough money from her readers to pay the vet bills for her dog's surgery.

I looked down at my cat, Alpha, and I said, "You know, vets can be expensive."

So I went upstairs, sat down at my desk, and created this blog.

I called it "The Gods Are Bored" because I'm a firm believer in native faith patterns and the stories that go with them. Every time someone is persuaded to leave a localized religion to become part of a bigger, worldwide religion, some God or Goddess loses attention. And the deity who steals the worshipper away gets busier and busier, wealthier and wealthier, starts pushing everyone around, trying to make everyone think alike. Does it work? No, people just start arguing about what that busy deity wants them to do. And the deity is too busy to mediate.

Better to have left those worshippers with their original deities.

I'm a firm believer in the power of humor. It really is a good medicine. That's why this little column is rarely serious and often downright ridiculous -- Medusa on hair care, Satan claiming he didn't read the fine print on his contract, supersized flatware, God's bitter ex, faerie mayhem, priceless moments in the megachurch, and valuable free advice on upholstery maintenance.

Does Anne live a charmed life? Oh hell no. But why whine about it? Laugh, and the world laughs with you.

Or in the case of this household, Laugh, and Decibel the Parrot screams at you.

SOMEONE PLEASE SHUT THAT BIRD UP!

Thanks for reading!