What the hell is THIS doig here?
A Steve Story. Because Postscription has nothing better to do that post old stuff.
Steve, it’s a lovely day today, isn’t’ it, Steve?
No, it’s raining. I hate the rain.
But, Steve, it’s quite nice. It gives life to all of the plants on the Earth and it looks really good and -
And it drowns small dogs.
Well, that’s not much of a loss, Steve, now is it?
I suppose not. And it makes everything muddy and it causes accidents.
Lighten up will you? It’s not as if you just got in a car wreck.
Um, well….
Oh, dear, Steve! You did! You completely wrapped your car around a tree! And it’s because of the rain, isn’t it, Steve?
No. I was angry at the tree and wanted to kill it.
Did you kill it, Steve?
No.
So, Steve, why do you hate the rain so much?
Do you see this pool of blood around my head?
Steve, I can see the large part of the windshield penetrating your skull, and the blood flowing out of it, Steve, but the rain is washing it away. There is no puddle of blood, Steve.
My point exactly. The rain is washing the blood away, preventing a red puddle. Thus, I cannot be properly miserable while I bleed to death.
Well, Steve, that’s just horrible for you!
Yes, it is.
Well, there is a nice puddle of blood over here, you know. Would you like it?
No, that’s quite all right. You can keep your blood.
My blood? Steve, are you sure?
Yes. You were in the car wreck too.
Steve, there isn’t an ambulance near, is there, Steve? Steve? STEVE! Oh, well, at least I get to die in a properly miserable fashion.
Steve, it’s a lovely day today, isn’t’ it, Steve?
No, it’s raining. I hate the rain.
But, Steve, it’s quite nice. It gives life to all of the plants on the Earth and it looks really good and -
And it drowns small dogs.
Well, that’s not much of a loss, Steve, now is it?
I suppose not. And it makes everything muddy and it causes accidents.
Lighten up will you? It’s not as if you just got in a car wreck.
Um, well….
Oh, dear, Steve! You did! You completely wrapped your car around a tree! And it’s because of the rain, isn’t it, Steve?
No. I was angry at the tree and wanted to kill it.
Did you kill it, Steve?
No.
So, Steve, why do you hate the rain so much?
Do you see this pool of blood around my head?
Steve, I can see the large part of the windshield penetrating your skull, and the blood flowing out of it, Steve, but the rain is washing it away. There is no puddle of blood, Steve.
My point exactly. The rain is washing the blood away, preventing a red puddle. Thus, I cannot be properly miserable while I bleed to death.
Well, Steve, that’s just horrible for you!
Yes, it is.
Well, there is a nice puddle of blood over here, you know. Would you like it?
No, that’s quite all right. You can keep your blood.
My blood? Steve, are you sure?
Yes. You were in the car wreck too.
Steve, there isn’t an ambulance near, is there, Steve? Steve? STEVE! Oh, well, at least I get to die in a properly miserable fashion.