March 22, 2007

That's My Church!

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The WebElf Report has a new Carnival of the Anglican Implosion covering reaction to the bombshell dropped this week by the ECUSA bishops. Go on over and graze.

Chewing over this business last evening, I had the strange sensation of feeling I had read or seen something absolutely fitting, but from an extremely unlikely source. It wasn't until this morning that I realized that the source was that arch-atheist Douglas Adams, that the ECUSA has become the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation and that I am Arthur Dent:

A short while before this, Arthur Dent had set out from his cabin in search of a cup of tea. It was not a quest he embarked upon with a great deal of optimism, because he knew that the only source of hot drinks on the entire ship was a benighted piece of equipment produced by the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation. It was called a Nutri-Matic Drinks Synthesizer, and he had encountered it before.

It claimed to produce the widest possible range of drinks personally matched to the tastes and metabolism of whoever cared to use it. When put to the test, however, it invariably produced a plastic cup filled with a liquid that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.

He attempted to reason with the thing.

"Tea," he said.

"Share and Enjoy," the machine replied and provided him with yet another cup of the sickly liquid.

He threw it away.

"Share and enjoy," the machine repeated and provided him with another one.

"Share and Enjoy" is the company motto of the hugely successful Sirius Cybernetics Corporation Complaints Division, which now covers the major land masses of three medium sized planets and is the only part of the Corporation to have shown a consistent profit in recent years.

The motto stands or rather stood in three mile high illuminated letters near the Complaints Department spaceport on Eadrax. Unfortunately its weight was such that shortly after it was erected, the ground beneath the letters caved in and they dropped for nearly half their length through the offices of many talented young complaints executives now deceased.

The protruding upper halves of the letters now appear, in the local language, to read "Go stick your head in a pig," and are no longer illuminated, except at times of special celebration.

I've still got a lot of soul-searching to do, but something tells me it may be time to start looking around for my towel.....

Posted by Robert at March 22, 2007 08:46 AM | TrackBack
Comments

*sigh* The 60's retreads are having another one of their cultural revolutions... This recalls the wise words once penned over at Patum Peperium a few years back by Sir Basil Seal's brother-in-law, Enoch Soames:

"... What does this mean? Is this Woodstock? should we break out the bongos and lava lamps? Four dead in O-hi-o...(I for one wish there had been more, poor shooting I say)..."

Posted by: Mrs. Peperium at March 22, 2007 09:21 AM

Was it the worst Tuesday ever?

Posted by: Zendo Deb at March 22, 2007 10:26 PM