Uh, yeah. So I just a Yahoo Group invite for Christian_BBWS_Place. Not that I have anything against any of those particular groups or their combinations but…uh…
Why do the gods think its funny to send me little emails like this? From Tim, the Master Vampire. From the folk looking for the red and blue time crystals. From the Atlantean Space Dragons. From the people who think the Cheerios are sending them cosmic messages.
Stop laughing. Its not funny.
I get these types of contacts all the time. Whether they are just completely out there or _obviously_ did not bother reading over my personal info page.
The Process 
Oh yeah? Well I’ve met an Atlantean Dragon and a Lemurian Gryffin, so there! *giggles*
I’ve met the Atlantean Space Dragon. Or as I prefer to call her “Atlantean Space Cabbage” – but never a Lemurian Gryffin. *sigh* My life is SO boring! *wink*
Ya know, it might even be the SAME Atlantean Dragon! Mine was female too, and you just don’t run into tose every day anymore! *dramatic sigh*
*laugh*
She was def …umm…unique. She claimed that she could morph into dragon form at any time. Not that I didn’t believe her or anything.
But she wouldn’t do it in the diner we were sitting at. So her cred with me dropped.
What was the Lemurian like?
Did she talk about stretching her wings?
The Gryffin was a friend of the dragon’s, on whom the dragon had performed a past life regression to discover the gryffinhood of the person. The gryffin seemed to have some skepticism, but also seemed to secretly believe the regression.
Does this sound familiar?
Actually, yes she did.
She was in her middle 40’s, I’d say. Plump but, pleasantly so. Graying, slightly frizzy hair to her shoulders. Big dark eyes. She was wearing a sunflower ensemble when I chatted with her.
Hey, if it weren’t for my spam folder, I’d get a lot less entertainment in a day. Witness:
“Carrie Anne Moss has a rolax? Want one? c0ntusion”
Now that is non-sequitur comedy.
I got a Yahoo group invitation a while back from “Transgendered Republicans”. I almost joined, just to see how long they’d let me talk smack about the GOP.
*guffaw* Transgendered Republicans *wipes tear from her eye*
Yup. I had far fewer qualms about the former than the latter…
Well, yes of course.
Transgendered? meh, human. Republicans? eh, not so much.
I wanted so badly to write back and suggest a tag line for their group:
“…And you thought the Log Cabin guys were delusional.” Or, “Stockholm syndrome at its finest!”
And … is “rolax” a type of timed laxative?
Ba da bing! Heh.
I don’t know, but it seems to result in contusions. That’s one powerful laxative…
I can see the Surgeon General’s statement now: WARNING: This product contains chemicals that may cause you to flap around like a trout on a bank. Using this product will cause contortion contusions.”
I think it’s because some part of the Universe just likes fscking with people.
Besides, the Cheerios aren’t sending the cosmic messages. Don’t they know it’s the Alpha-Bits! 😉
See, I could deal with Alpha Bits. At least I understand the mechanics of how that might work.
But Cheerios!?
It would make more sense if Cheerios were shaped out of 1’s and 0’s. Then they could be sending messages.
oneaughtaughtaughtoneoneoneaughtoneoneaughtaughtaughtaughtaught
“We come in peace. Please don’t eat us!”