The weather/the end of days
This morning the weather god must have had an indecisive day, sipping his tea wearing a bathrobe somewhere far above our heads. I believe he was probably wearing fuzzy slippers, too, and absentmindedly stroked his beard as he contemplated his weather options for today.
"Hm... should I make it rain? Or snow? I could make it hail. A thunderstorm would be nice, too," he said to himself.
He continued stroking his beard, his index finger finally snagging on a knot. He put his tea down, untangled the knot, and then looked up in triumph.
"Oh, I know!" he exclaimed. "I will make ALL THE THINGS!"
And so he did, watching as the people on earth stared out of their windows in disbelief at the kind of thunderstorm that's usually reserved for very hot summer days. Their jaws dropped when it started to rain, and then snow, and then hail at the same time, this cacophony of The Weather highlighted by bright flashes of lightning.
The weather god giggled to himself, the way men with very long beards are prone to do, all wicked eyes and hunched back, taking a sip of his tea again.
"I enjoy fucking with people," he said gleefully. "I will make it snow in June! I can't wait to see their faces then!"
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The world's supposed to end again on the 15th of January. How many more rapture dates do we have coming up until next December, when the Mayas thought the world will end? How many raptures have we survived?
I'm getting kind of bored with this end-of-days conspiracy. So bored, in fact, that if the world actually were to end, I'd probably say something to the effect of, "Oh my, this person/religious fanatic was actually right!" Which, personally, I find is a pretty smart last thing to say while waiting for certain death/doom.
Last but not least:
Yeah, I don't get that. What's not to love about her? She's brilliant! People should love her. ALL people. Teal'c, what do you think?
Gotcha! I love it when he agrees with me!
"Hm... should I make it rain? Or snow? I could make it hail. A thunderstorm would be nice, too," he said to himself.
He continued stroking his beard, his index finger finally snagging on a knot. He put his tea down, untangled the knot, and then looked up in triumph.
"Oh, I know!" he exclaimed. "I will make ALL THE THINGS!"
And so he did, watching as the people on earth stared out of their windows in disbelief at the kind of thunderstorm that's usually reserved for very hot summer days. Their jaws dropped when it started to rain, and then snow, and then hail at the same time, this cacophony of The Weather highlighted by bright flashes of lightning.
The weather god giggled to himself, the way men with very long beards are prone to do, all wicked eyes and hunched back, taking a sip of his tea again.
"I enjoy fucking with people," he said gleefully. "I will make it snow in June! I can't wait to see their faces then!"
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The world's supposed to end again on the 15th of January. How many more rapture dates do we have coming up until next December, when the Mayas thought the world will end? How many raptures have we survived?
I'm getting kind of bored with this end-of-days conspiracy. So bored, in fact, that if the world actually were to end, I'd probably say something to the effect of, "Oh my, this person/religious fanatic was actually right!" Which, personally, I find is a pretty smart last thing to say while waiting for certain death/doom.
Last but not least:
Yeah, I don't get that. What's not to love about her? She's brilliant! People should love her. ALL people. Teal'c, what do you think?
Gotcha! I love it when he agrees with me!