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Get off my lawn! (Formerly "Greetings, hello, and welcome!") Ordinarily this area is devoted to "a few words about me", but I am 25 (formerly 24) years old and I did not get this far by not telling people to get off my lawn (formerly "by telling people about myself"). Instead, you can go on an exciting voyage of non-self-discovery (unless you're myself - and I know I am!) by reading my posts. They date back to February of 2004 - that's more than a shit-ton (formerly three) years of quality!

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Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Don't Try This At Home (It's Less Funny That Way)

A few days ago, on the third, I was at my parents' house for a little party thingy, and at one juncture several of us were gathered in the living room. We were chatting (as opposed to our standard activity of fighting to the death), and the topic turned to... something. I don't remember what, but it's irrelevant. What is relevant is that my dad happened to make the comment (and this made sense at the time, I swear) that he "washes [his] hands religiously." Being the sort of person that I am, this immediately triggered in me a realization of other possible meanings.

One was a religion of washing one's hands, but that's really just OCD. A trifle off-kilter, but still not so much hilarious as very sad.

The other major factor was that, in order to wash one's hands religiously, one must pray to the water spirits. This culminated, through contributions of others, in lifting one's hands to the ceiling, throwing one's head back, and exclaiming, "Poseidon, cleanse these hands!!" And then proceeding to wash one's hands. So I'm pretty sure that I need to do this at work one day, but instead I won't. It's funny as a concept, but would probably drive people insane simply to witness it.

Posted at 09:46 pm by Saladin

Sinja
July 7, 2005   03:39 PM PDT
 
Oh... MAN. That's perfect.
Alyred
July 7, 2005   12:40 PM PDT
 
Just don't anger Oniedipadinus, the God of bottle washing.
 

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