How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy (t3knomanser) wrote,
How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy


So today, Cate, Dennis, Jeremy, and his latest aquisition, Dana, went to see the infamous protest. Let me say: What a rip-off.

I went there expecting to see Mr. Voodo Zombie For Jesus himself, Fred Phelps. However, Mr. Phelps declined to grace us with his presence. And apparently, these people, despite going all over god's creation to protest, have no idea of how to pace themselves. We got there at 11:30 or so, and they were already burned out. No chanting. No screaming for bonfires. Nothing. They just stood around looking repressed and holding signs, customized to whatever they were standing in front of at the moment. For example, the Catholic Church got a Dyke Nuns sign- Dyke Nuns being a film I rate three jerks and a thumb penetration.

There was another sign that showed the collapsing towers with the caption "God's Rod." Okay, buddy- you can come out of the closet okay. That's not even subtle anymore.

Other than that, it was simply more fun hanging out with the entourage, and heckling (heckling both sides in all honesty). On the way back to the car, we stopped at the local bookstore, and Dennis bought the wonderful Electronics Projects for Evil Geniuses, which features diagrams and instructions for building cutting lasers, thirty-inch spark tesla coils, ion engines, and EMP generators, among other things.

Very cool book, and very cool of Dennis to lend it to me, even if I can't affoard the parts for anything in there.

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