These things happen a lot lately.
We have a lot of books in my house. There's random culty type
things with untraceable origins. When I was nine, I found a book about
a transexual named Pat. So I wasn't too surprised to find the Book of
Bob, of Subgenius in the bathroom one day. I read it a bit,
baffled but intrigued. The smart thing would have been to run to
my room and google and wiki it to bits, but I wasn't that smart back
then.
I GISed the keyword "witty" today, to procrastinate packing, and I stumbled across the
Church of Subgenius. [Is that why so many people on my friends list say 'OMB' instead of the
'OMG' or are they just refraining from being sacreligious like the rest
of us? Then again, dear Bob is sacrelicious in the EXTREME, man. liek whoa!!!11!!!]
This made my day; but somehow also makes me feel rather ignorant.
I didn't even get the "All Your Base" references until 8 months or so
ago...
I guess I'm allowed though. I'm still just an ickle little girl, despite what I let myself believe.