The Bitter Guy and the Amusing Discordian.

[thebitterguy]

So, one day TBG was at Can*Con (lifetime and a half ago), sitting in the con suite talking to a few people about stuff. One of the guys was discussing something of a religious experience he'd had lately.

It seemed that he had been biking down a hill in Montreal on a beautiful spring day. He found himself wrapped up in the moment, biking down the side of the hill on a beautiful day, wind in his copious hair (damn him!), and offered a prayer to his chosen deity, which happened to be Eris upon which he ran into the side of a bus.

No, he was fine, he wasn't in a wheelchair in the con suite or anything.

Anyway, he mentioned that in order to offer his praryer, he'd crossed his arms across his chest and closed his eyes.

While biking down a hill.

He offered up that it may have been foolish to offer a prayer to the goddess of chaos while biking down a hill.

My suggestion was that it may have been more foolish to close his eyes to do so.

YMMV.

Comments

[pyat.livejournal.com]

This is a good story. I shall tell it again, to others!

[gurudata.livejournal.com]

Hiho,

Especially since the road coming down Mount Royal (at least, the road coming down the east side) is wicked-steep. I know the one and only time I ventured up the mountain by bike, gravity made coming down with both eyes open and hands on the handlebars interesting enough!

Cu,
Andrew

[m0usegrrl.livejournal.com]

Praying to She What Done It All is always a risky proposition, even if one is only offering a prayer to her in simple worship. The Wise Discordian never prays to Eris for help unless 1) they are fully willing to take whatever She dishes out, and 2) their medical insurance is paid up. Entreaties for assistance, protection, etc. are best asked of Her minions, such as Hung Mung or Saint Gulik. [And now Saint Bob, as was demonstrated yesterday at the Robert Anton Wilson Cosmic Meme-morial in Santa Cruz, which I had the pleasure of attending.]

[thebitterguy]

Ayep. Apparently her way of saying "you're welcome" is to smack someone into an MT bus.

As for the meme-morial: Do tell?

[m0usegrrl.livejournal.com]

[...y'know, I COMPLETELY SUCK at commenting sometimes...]

The Meme-morial was UTTERLY FABOO. We laughed, we cried, it was better than

Cats

. ^_^ It was held at one of Bob's favourite places, the Cocoanut Grove, on the Santa Cruz Boardwalk. About a couple hundred people showed up -- there was an open mike for people to talk about Bob and such, and a couple Irish musicians [because Bob spent some time in Ireland and loved Irish songs]. He also loved Chinese culture, and it was the Chinese New Year, so when his daughter took his ashes out onto the Pacific in a sailboat to be strewn [thus reuniting him with his beloved wife], we all got Chinese noisemakers and made us a bunch of noise to send his spirit on its way. And we all offered up a nice big Discordian prayer to our newest saint. The whole think was equal parts deeply hilarious, deeply moving, and DEEPLY Discordian [the Shroud of Bob, for example, being revealed ^_^].

I'm like still hella chuffed that I got to be there. ^_^

[thebitterguy]

Cool. Sound like a worthy get together for him. Did you get any pics of the proceedings?

[racing-girl.livejournal.com]

LMFAO!!!!! That, my friend, was funny!

[creativedv8tion.livejournal.com]

This is the sort of story that doesn't really show the best side of the Discordians, methinks.