Yo ho! Nice to see you've left the Legion. You know, I mentioned your comment to a friend of mine (this during the phase where I'd just read it and didn't know quite what to think yet), and she thought what I've come to think - that it's really kinda cool that someone I got into a slap-fight with three years ago on the internet dropped by to make sure I was doing okay.
I admit I had absolutely no clue who you were, so I went digging around and found said slap-fight here. Reading over it, I'm a little disappointed in my conduct in a few places - but hey, it was three years ago. I'm arrogant enough to feel that I'm less at fault than you were, but as long as apologies are going around, please accept mine. (For folks curious, we did have something of a history by that point; another example is here. By the by, is that still why you're not capitalizing? If so, I'm impressed.)
In fact, I'm a little curious as to why you remembered who I was. The only thing I can think of is that the bad news you mention at the end somehow got associated in your mind with our argument (according to the time-stamps, you must have gotten it while at the computer). It's a little late to say so, but I hope your news wasn't too bad, and that as many things as possible came out all right.
Funnily enough in turn, I haven't actually read any Robert Anton Wilson. I was converted directly by Emperor Norton. Neil Gaiman wrote a Sandman comic about him (and if you haven't read Sandman, you should), and the way he wrote it made Norton seem like a real historical figure (which of course He is), so I looked Him up. That took me to the Joshua Norton I Historical Society, which took me to a page about his money, which took me to mention of the Discordian Society, which brought me at last to Hyperdiscoria; with that and the Principia (which I got from the site, of course, and which my brother downloaded to his PDA), I was converted in a single night.
Or so I recall. It may have taken longer, but that was the path. I've read a good bit of Ravenhurst and I've given away a printed copy of the Apocrypha, but I've never read a word of Wilson save what gets quoted various places. Didn't even know he'd made a movie; perhaps I'll look into it.
Hail Eris and Reign Discordia, Pope William T Wodium, Lord of Odium, Poo-Bah of Podium, Prince of Rhodium, Sultan of Sodium, and the Eldest of that Name; Editor-in-Chief of Discombobulated Phrases; Episkipos of the Furst Church of Ripley the Cat; Grand Calif of California (until that deceased personage sees fit to reclaim his title); and Keeper of the Secret of St. Tibb's Day
I admit I had absolutely no clue who you were, so I went digging around and found said slap-fight here. Reading over it, I'm a little disappointed in my conduct in a few places - but hey, it was three years ago. I'm arrogant enough to feel that I'm less at fault than you were, but as long as apologies are going around, please accept mine. (For folks curious, we did have something of a history by that point; another example is here. By the by, is that still why you're not capitalizing? If so, I'm impressed.)
In fact, I'm a little curious as to why you remembered who I was. The only thing I can think of is that the bad news you mention at the end somehow got associated in your mind with our argument (according to the time-stamps, you must have gotten it while at the computer). It's a little late to say so, but I hope your news wasn't too bad, and that as many things as possible came out all right.
Funnily enough in turn, I haven't actually read any Robert Anton Wilson. I was converted directly by Emperor Norton. Neil Gaiman wrote a Sandman comic about him (and if you haven't read Sandman, you should), and the way he wrote it made Norton seem like a real historical figure (which of course He is), so I looked Him up. That took me to the Joshua Norton I Historical Society, which took me to a page about his money, which took me to mention of the Discordian Society, which brought me at last to Hyperdiscoria; with that and the Principia (which I got from the site, of course, and which my brother downloaded to his PDA), I was converted in a single night.
Or so I recall. It may have taken longer, but that was the path. I've read a good bit of Ravenhurst and I've given away a printed copy of the Apocrypha, but I've never read a word of Wilson save what gets quoted various places. Didn't even know he'd made a movie; perhaps I'll look into it.
Hail Eris and Reign Discordia,
Pope William T Wodium, Lord of Odium, Poo-Bah of Podium, Prince of Rhodium, Sultan of Sodium, and the Eldest of that Name; Editor-in-Chief of Discombobulated Phrases; Episkipos of the Furst Church of Ripley the Cat; Grand Calif of California (until that deceased personage sees fit to reclaim his title); and Keeper of the Secret of St. Tibb's Day
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