Meabh23
February 19th, 2006, 05:57 AM
Another night after a long day. The weather today had changed drastically. It was frigid outside and I was happy to return to my warm home. I shook off the icicles, stamped the frost from my boots, and peeled my layers of sweaters off.
Eris was there waiting for me, sitting on my couch.
When my shivering stopped and feeling returned to my limbs, my mind could shift into the gear needed for thinking. I sat down next to Her.
"Eris," I asked, "How many Buddhists does it take to change a lightbulb?"
"Ah, my child. I see you are starting off the night on a philosophical note. No matter. I takes no amount of Buddhists to change a lightbulb. They just sit in the dark and find light from within, so they say."
"Then how many Wiccans does it take to change a lightbulb?"
"That depends on whether they have a high priestess available, but generally one to cast the circle and another to change the bulb."
"All right, Prettiest of Goddesses. How many Erisians does it take to change a light bulb?"
"Finally," She responded with a broad smile, "a question with substance. Child, Erisians would somehow get the lightbulb changed without anyone ever knowing how many of them it took. Non-Erisians would never see what it took because Erisians are smart enough not to allow anyone into the room unless the lightbulb was working already. But if that doesn't cut it for the evening's entertainment, then an Erisian would simply convince someone else to change the lightbulb as part of a recently created secret initiation into my mysteries. I don't condone this sort of thing, but I also see no reason to stop it."
And then She was gone. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep where I was sitting, hoping not to wake up with my face in a puddle of drool but too tired to care about preventing it.
(Caveat - the above may not be a word for word description of the event since it has been distorted by the pineal gland of someone who chats with Eris. Can you trust her? You decide.)
-Her Spastic Silliness the Princess Mandarava,
Chocolate City Guild President (elected by voter fraud),
in the Church of Eris
Eris was there waiting for me, sitting on my couch.
When my shivering stopped and feeling returned to my limbs, my mind could shift into the gear needed for thinking. I sat down next to Her.
"Eris," I asked, "How many Buddhists does it take to change a lightbulb?"
"Ah, my child. I see you are starting off the night on a philosophical note. No matter. I takes no amount of Buddhists to change a lightbulb. They just sit in the dark and find light from within, so they say."
"Then how many Wiccans does it take to change a lightbulb?"
"That depends on whether they have a high priestess available, but generally one to cast the circle and another to change the bulb."
"All right, Prettiest of Goddesses. How many Erisians does it take to change a light bulb?"
"Finally," She responded with a broad smile, "a question with substance. Child, Erisians would somehow get the lightbulb changed without anyone ever knowing how many of them it took. Non-Erisians would never see what it took because Erisians are smart enough not to allow anyone into the room unless the lightbulb was working already. But if that doesn't cut it for the evening's entertainment, then an Erisian would simply convince someone else to change the lightbulb as part of a recently created secret initiation into my mysteries. I don't condone this sort of thing, but I also see no reason to stop it."
And then She was gone. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep where I was sitting, hoping not to wake up with my face in a puddle of drool but too tired to care about preventing it.
(Caveat - the above may not be a word for word description of the event since it has been distorted by the pineal gland of someone who chats with Eris. Can you trust her? You decide.)
-Her Spastic Silliness the Princess Mandarava,
Chocolate City Guild President (elected by voter fraud),
in the Church of Eris