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digitaldiscipline
digitaldisciplineI used to live in the boonies. Dirt road, top of a mountain, actual need for 4wd, The Fucking Boondocks. I also worked second shift (1530-030), which meant that my usual bedtime during the work week was something approximating sunup (0500-0600). I was Not From Around Here, and it was fairly obvious (strange hair, odd music, penchant for computer hardware in lieu of deer hunting paraphernalia, etc).
In the three years I lived at that apartment, I had unexpected visitors a total of three times - once when my best friend showed up, once when my landlord wanted me to come over for a beer, and this event.
0830 one bright, sunny Saturday morning, I am awakened (with some difficulty, since I'd gone to sleep about two hours previously, with the help of a not-inconsequential quantity of Southern Comfort or something similar) by a pounding on my door.
Two very earnest folks want to talk to me about how God loves the Rainforest. I nod, scratch myself occasionally, and make a very pointed glance over their shoulders, at the teeming forest we're standing right in the middle of.
Once I got tired of standing up, I cut to the chase:
"God created the world, right?"
"Yes..."
"He do a pretty good job?"
"Yes."
"Assuming for a minute that He did and He did, I think He'd probably have made it self-regulating, and that people, as His creations, couldn't mess it up."
"Ummm... it's all in our pamphlet."
"Are those printed on recycled paper?"
"Er, no..."
"Then get the fuck off my porch."
In the three years I lived at that apartment, I had unexpected visitors a total of three times - once when my best friend showed up, once when my landlord wanted me to come over for a beer, and this event.
0830 one bright, sunny Saturday morning, I am awakened (with some difficulty, since I'd gone to sleep about two hours previously, with the help of a not-inconsequential quantity of Southern Comfort or something similar) by a pounding on my door.
Two very earnest folks want to talk to me about how God loves the Rainforest. I nod, scratch myself occasionally, and make a very pointed glance over their shoulders, at the teeming forest we're standing right in the middle of.
Once I got tired of standing up, I cut to the chase:
"God created the world, right?"
"Yes..."
"He do a pretty good job?"
"Yes."
"Assuming for a minute that He did and He did, I think He'd probably have made it self-regulating, and that people, as His creations, couldn't mess it up."
"Ummm... it's all in our pamphlet."
"Are those printed on recycled paper?"
"Er, no..."
"Then get the fuck off my porch."
