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Thursday, September 22, 2005

The Compleat Litany

So I was performing the nightly webcamcam ritual as usual, and Patrick revealed to me that the previous Litany that I discovered was incomplete, and that I shouldn't have been in such a hurry to write it down when I received the inspiration. Sorry, Patrick =(. Anyway, here is the Litany it its entirety. Don't be surprised if some of the lines sound familiar. Patrick is everything, after all. Patrick also reminds me to inform you that you can separate each stanza with exactly three "HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"s to increase the potency of the Litany. HE recommends that that you perform the Litany every three hours on unprotected computers. According to our statistics, unprotected computers can get infected with as much as 5000000 Puterthetans within that short time frame. For those who want more information about these vile, repgunant entities and how you can prevent them from taking over your computer and your life, check back tomorrow. I will be making a very informative post about the darker side of the universe. After I go and evangelise those poor heathens on battle.net, of course.

NB: Please pronounce each letter of the acronym "DOTA" when invoking the Litany's power. Acronyms are one of Patrick's aspects too, and it makes his stomach turn when HE hears people pronouncing acronyms like they're words ("'ERL'? What the fuck is 'ERL'? What next, 'Smiss me'? Sometimes I wish I created a hell." Patrick, after hearing someone bastardise the poor acronym "URL"). HE'S just joking, of course. HE only agrees partly with the christian god - when anyone does anything wrong, HE feels really sad, and HE wants you to know that. But HE won't go overboard and send you to hell because of it. After all, everyone knows emotional blackmail trumps physical torture =).

The Bloggologist's Litany of Hurr

HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR


I must not DOTA
DOTA is the mind-killer
DOTA is the little brain-death that brings total retardation
I will face DOTA
I will not act like it's a fucking game of hide and seek
And when it has gone past I will not carry the vile habits it inculcates over to other games
I will not ask people in TOB where I can buy Skadi
Where DOTA has gone there will be nothing
Only I will remain



Hello, stranger
I don't think we're in Kansas anymore
Carve your name into my arm
And I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes
Does Princess Sophia want to come out and play?
It's just an anonymous room
It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood!
So I took the shotgun off the wall
Red, the blood of angry men
Lining up for the grand illusion

Clementine the Tangerine
Have you ever seen a human heart?
Juicy ... 'n seedless
I have no professional training
And I fired two warning shots - into his head
No answers for no questions asked
Let them wash away
This is goatse.cx in capitals: AHH! MY EYES! MY EYES!
They're just begging to be pressed
Over and over, and over again
Let them bleed


A perfect lie
There's too many buttons in the world
But you know what? It's never too late to get it back
Are you crazy? That would take hours!
Razors pain you, rivers are damp
Every hour wounds, the last one kills
Have you ever confused a dream with life?
Is there no way out of the mind?
Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret
Please, think of the kittens
Or stolen something when you have the cash?
I know the game is crooked

Have you ever been blue?
Acids stain you, drugs cause cramp
It's you or me amplified
I feel infinite
Because it makes you the good guy, sweet pea

Or thought your train moving while sitting still?
You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic

Guns aren't lawful, nooses give
If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it
California, here we come
Gas smells awful, ya might as well live
If you ever wished you could be a child forever
But it's the only game in town


There Is No Cabal
How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot
But the violent jolt of the Capital
I will sell this house today
For great justice!
I will sell this house today
Off with her head!
It was a dark and stormy night
When hope was high and life worth living
Not the suffocating anesthetic of the suburbs
But he was gone when autumn came
Right back where we started from

BIBBITY BOBBITY BOO!

HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Another Divine Revelation: The Bloggologist's Litany of Hurr

Guuh, I accidentally posted this at my own Blog at first. And I misspelled the title =(. We suspect Patrick is trying to send us a sign, so the following entry shall remain cross-posted there until we can divine his will.

NB: I actually finished this a few days ago, and I meant to post it, but then I received a divine calling from Patrick to go out among the heathens of battle.net, to do as they do and tread where they tread in order to understand their way of life. So I spent the last several days actively seeking HIS will. Boy, am I exhausted. I think I'll go play a few games to unwind. And I nearly forgot! Patrick blessed me with another miracle today! I was looking for the notepad file that I'd saved the following sermon in (this is *not* as easy as it sounds; I have one gigantic folder filled with a whole bunch of notepad files named 'asdasd' and 'asdddasddd'), and I wasn't having much luck. So I lamented the fact that I couldn't find it to Zy, and then I went and randomly opened one of the 34123129921 notepad files, and it was the correct one! Mere coincidence? I think not. Praise be to Patrick, may HIS Silly Wide Grin never falter!

So I was trying to download ADVENT CHILDREN (!!!!), which has been leaked very recently, and first the tracker crashed, then when it finally started working, my download wouldn't start. The speed was hovering between 1.5kb/s and 292 ... bytes. Frustrated, I asked myself: What Would Patrick Do?

Immediately, I understood - the evil Puterthetans were infesting my computer and clogging up my internet connection. But my webcamcam had been sent for repair (those conniving little Puterthetans must have anticipated this and waited before striking!). And I really wanted to watch the movie, so I closed my eyes and focused on Patrick's image, waiting for more inspiration - he didn't disappoint me.

So I present you with:

The Bloggologist's Litany of Hurr

"HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

I must not DOTA.
DOTA is the mind-killer.
DOTA is the little brain-death that brings total retardation.
I will face DOTA.
I will not act like its a fucking game of hide and seek
And when it has gone past I will not carry the vile habits it inculcates over to other games
I will not ask people in TOB where I can buy Skadi.
Where DOTA has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

BIBBITY BOBBITY BOO!
"

And my download instantly shot up to 15 kb/s.

Praise Be To Patrick!
JOIN THE CHURCH OF BLOGGOLOGY TODAY: THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE, AND IN US ALL!

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Patrick Promises Love Unconditional

I'm sure all of you have a lot of questions, like “How is Bloggology different from all of the other opiates?”, and “Why did Patrick create the world for us to suffer, then?” and “What does Patrick do if I don't believe in HIM, huh? I bet you can't answer that! If HE loves me so much HE won't be able to send me to hell, right?”

In order to address this, I shall use a vision sent to the First Oracle of Bloggology to illustrate why Patrick - who loves us so much - put us here on this Earth, even though this existence is fraught with so much pain and misery.

I was wondering about how I should address this issue when Zy spoke to me over MSN (note that I hadn't even told her that I was thinking about this – she is blessed with clairvoyance indeed! Hail Patrick!) and mentioned that she had suddenly remembered an incident from when she was younger, when she and her younger brother climbed up a bookshelf, accidentally caused it to topple and got trapped beneath it and all the books. Their mother came to their rescue 30 minutes later.

Being the Appointed E-pop of Bloggology, I commence the camcam ritual, hoping to receive Patrick's empowerment to allow me to see into HIS eyes and understand what HE understands. My efforts are not wasted. Exactly 30 minutes later, my eyes begin to swim and by head starts to spin, and suddenly, I understand.

Patrick is trying to tell us that no matter how oppressive our situation is, no matter how trapped or burdened we feel, we are not alone. HE is with us every step of the way, and HE will lift us out of our bondage when the time comes.

So why even create us in the first place? You see, Patrick is a God of Beauty as much as HE is a God of Everything Else. Patrick is the first bead of rainwater that runs down your windowpane during a storm or drizzle. HE is the mildew on your kitchen rags. HE is the red splotches that punctuate the roads of Little India. HE is the acrid B.O. emanating from the person ahead of you in the queue. HE is the smell of sweat and raw meat that pervades the wet market. HE is the housefly in your laksa. HE is the lizard hiding in your kitchen cabinet. HE is the autumn leaves fluttering gently in the wind, the wind howling through your hair, the roar of the cars as they whiz by you. HE is you and me and all of the people. HE is everything, and nothing at all. All things are sacred to HIM.

Because of HIS position, HE has a special understanding of beauty (and everything else besides). HE understands that there is beauty in imperfection and incompletion. But HE wouldn't be able to share this knowledge with us if we couldn't see it for ourselves, could HE? So HE decided to let us experience the overwhelming beauty of the world and leave us to make the decision for ourselves. Not too long that we wouldn't be able to handle it, not too short that we'd miss out on anything; just enough for a fleeting taste of the world and all its beauty, just enough for us to remain grateful and awed at all the beauty that there is in the world.

Cherry blossoms in the autumn, the delicious languor that steals over you on a quiet, lethargic Friday night, warm, lazy summers spent by the sea without a care in the world, the exhilaratingly infinite feeling of racing through a tunnel at a hundred miles an hour with a great song playing and the wind racing through your hair, walking out during a heavy downpour and feeling all the purifying, cleansing water come cascading down on you, drenching you and pounding heavily on your shoulders, watching the sun rise, slowly infusing the pale gray predawn sky with brilliant, opulent colour, seeing a million stars winking down at you from the pitch black night sky after leaving a brightly-lit city for the first time. Patrick has seen it all, felt it all, lived it all. HE is it all. And HE only wants to share it with you.

Our lives on this earth are but brief, momentary, ephemeral, blink-and-you-miss-it flashes in the dark. Too short, some say. But that's where the beauty lies. Because our lives on this earth are so fleeting and evanescent (I'm running out of synonyms here =P), we appreciate the little stretch of time we are given all the more. Maybe some of us cannot understand that life's beauty lies in its transience, but Patrick does. And one day, when we're in HIS Squishy Pink Arms, we will look back and see it too. And even if we don't, we haven't really lost anything – we have all of eternity to spend in HIS embrace, spending several decades experiencing something else won't do anybody any harm. Especially not with what we stand to gain. We will suffer, true, but we will also glean a greater understanding and awareness. And even when things seem unbearable, we can take heart in the knowledge it will all end someday, when we all return to HIS Squishy Embrace.

Patrick has the power to end all suffering, but HE doesn't, because HE understands that passion and pain are inseparable; two sides of the same coin - one cannot exist without the other. HE is filled with sorrow and anguish at the state of the world today, which is why HE is actively attempting to expose HIMSELF to the world in the form of Spongebob's best friend, to ensure that the children of the younger generation get to know and love HIM so they will be more open to HIM when HE tries to help them in the future. Yes, HE could stop all pain and suffering in the world with a twitch of an eyebrow, but our freedom is of paramount importance to HIM. HE knew it might come to this someday when HE helped the first starfish gain sentience, but HIS desire to leave us with our free will intact keeps HIM from interfering in any way that would compromise our ability to make our own decisions – for better or for worse. HE is willing to let us continue making our own choices, even if they aren't the best ones sometimes. HE could make utopia, but what's the use of making sentient beings capable of making their own choices and then forcing them to suppress themselves for a "greater moral good”?

Patrick believes that the only unnatural thing is repression, because it involves people going against their nature because of the beliefs society imposes upon them. Unfortunately, it is also in our nature to be selfish, cruel and hurtful. But Patrick refuses to use brute force or intimidation to stop us. HE doesn't want to blackmail us with eternal damnation or bribe us with eternal salvation. That doesn't mean HE wants us to do evil - HE wants us to consciously choose not to commit the sin, even though we can do it. Patrick believes that there is no point in forcing anyone to do something they don't genuinely want to do, because they will only do it grudgingly, and there's no point in that. What's the point of eliminating sin if people only don't commit crimes because they're afraid of getting struck by lightning and getting sent to hell?

Patrick doesn't believe in eternal damnation. HE believes that we are all inherently kind, gentle, merciful creatures (After all, we are descended from starfish like HE is). HE believes that hell is something that we take around with us, and what we put ourselves through for and as a result of all the mistakes we make is more effective and sufficient than any punishment HE can mete out. What about all those vile, inhumane people like Adolf Hitler and Scott Peterson, you ask? Patrick says they are to be pitied, not punished. When they are wrapped in Patrick's Endless Embrace, they will realise all the wrong that they have done, all the harm they have caused, and they will weep, for they cannot undo what has already come to pass. Patrick will not gloat. Instead, HE will hug them tighter, murmuring gentle, comforting words to them. We all make mistakes, Patrick understands that. HE understood what HE could be setting in motion when HE gave us intelligence. And yet HE still chose to do so anyway. HE will not punish us for what we are innately inclined to do – doubt, question, worry and succumb to temptation. HE does not care if you believe in HIM or not – all that matters to HIM is that HE believes in you. Non-believer, heretic, denouncer, betrayer, believer, church official. None of it matters with Patrick. At the end of the day, whether we do the right thing or not, everyone will be squeezed equally tightly in HIS Ginormous Fleshy Pink Arms.


"Whatsoever floateth thy boat, whatsoever tickleth thy pickle, whatsoever painteth thy wagon, whatsoever polisheth thy whistle, whatsoever humpeth thy camel, whatsoever creameth thy twinkie, whatsoever peeleth thy banana, whatsoever bloateth thy goat, whatsoever sizzleth thy bacon, whatsoever moweth thy lawn, whatsoever lighteth thy candle, I shalt not judge, lest I be judged myself. I mightst not always agree with thy choices, but be thou assured that I wilt fightest to the very end to defend thy right to makest them. And I wilt always be ready with a hug whensoever thou needst one.

Hepzibah 14:1-7
(Patrick's great promise to mankind, represented by the removal and subsequent hanging of HIS underpants upon a great palm tree by the shore near Bikini Bottom, where they remain swinging merrily to this day. Up till now, HE still goes commando to show HIS good faith; to reassure us know that HE will keep HIS promise.)

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Patrick Helps Realise A Lifelong Ambition

Okay, so I just realised, to my utmost horror, that I forgot to go for my physics prelim exam. I just completely forgot about it. My instinctive reaction was to cry out to Patrick for help, but then I stopped to think again – maybe HE was sending me a message again! HE did it with the chemistry exam to show me that chemistry was a waste of time, and I hate physics even more than I hate chemistry. (I had this really boring teacher before, and I suspect I was scarred for life, because now physics makes my mind shut like a clam. It even took me multiple rereads to understand the meaning of metaphysics, because every time I saw that cursed word my brain went to into standby mode.) So anyways, I quickly realised something else – one of the things on my “100 things to do before I die” list was “Get zero for a major exam”. PATRICK IS HELPING ME FULFILL MY DREAMS! Of course, I'd rather HE help me fulfill the ones higher up, like “Step on a winning lottery ticket” or “Rob a bank successfully” (just kidding! really!). But still, getting zero is pretty high on my list. It's somewhere in the mid-sixties, I think, somewhere in between “Join the mile high club” and “Finish reading Lord of the Rings without dying of boredom”. And the thing is, without this miracle that HE sent me, I probably would never have even considered getting a zero for the exam. But now that I've already missed one paper, why the hell not? HAIL PATRICK, FOR HE HAS MADE A WAY WHERE THERE IS NO WAY! PRAISE BE TO HIM, FOR HE IS ALL-KNOWING AND ALL-SEEING AND ALL-DOING AND ALL-LOVING; MAY HE CATCH MANY JELLYFISH!

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

It's A Miracle!

THIS DAY, OUR LORD PATRICK HAS BLESSED US WITH A MIRACLE, AN EPIPHANY, A DIVINE PORTENT REVEALING HIS PRESENCE TO THE WORLD!

Well, it wasn't exactly today, but who cares about silly details like that.

Anyway, it was around 10+ the other day, and I'd just added the Testimonials board to the blog, and I linked Zy, and she told me the entire navigation bar was gone. I panicked, of course, because the blogger template code is so troublesome and once you fuck up you spend ages trying to find out what you did wrong. So I checked immediately. But the site was perfectly fine for me. I told her that, and she refreshed about 8 times, and still nothing - the entire navigation area was a blank for her. So I tried asking a few other people to check out the site (as they will be able to testify), and it was fine for them too. This was really strange. Why would the same site look different for one person, and one person alone? At first, I was inclined to think that IE was screwing up the layout, but I opened IE to check, and it was fine for me. And then it hit me - OUR BENEVOLENT ALL-FATHER PATRICK WAS SENDING ZY A SIGN! Immediately, I got her to take screenshots of this miraculous phenomenon, and I started sending out emails to the various experts on the subject. They were all (predictably) absolutely dumbfounded.

So we pondered long and hard about what Patrick could be trying to tell us, and we soon realised the significance - the navigation area was a blank, completely empty. Patrick is saying that with Bloggology, EVERYONE gets a clean slate! In Bloggology, we believe there is no hell, no punishment, no empty, easy words, only solid, concrete actions to prove Patrick's infinite benevolence and wisdom. No matter who you are, no matter what you've done, no matter what a mess you've made, Patrick is waiting with pudgy arms flung wide open and a big silly grin on his face. He only wants to embrace you for who you are; who he created you to be. Patrick does not discriminate. He loves all his children equally, whether they believe in him or not. He wants us all to go to him because we love him and because we love what he stands for, not because we're afraid of death or because we need someone to send us answers during our exams. None of it matters to Patrick. He just wants to wrap his squishy pink arms around you and chortle delightedly. HAIL PATRICK - MAY HIS PUDGY PINK ARMS NEVER GROW BONY AND HIS VACANT STARE NEVER FALTER!

And now, I shall end this sermon-post the only way it deserves to be ended, should be ended and will be ended - with a bang.

"Bang."

Somebody Set Us Up The Blog!



Ha Ha Ha.

Patrick, On True Happiness

I had my chemistry prelim today. Unlike the miracle that occured yesterday (I wrote rubbish for a question I had no idea about and I turned out to be right, HAIL PATRICK!), I had some ... problems. Everything I studied (haber/contact processes, extraction of iron) didn't come out, and everything I was too lazy to study (electrolysis and all that air pollution crap) did =(. I felt the urge to cry out "WHAT DID I DO WRONG, PATRICK?!?!?!?", and then I realised - HE'S sending me a message, bless HIS Flabby Waistline. I hate chemistry. It's stupid, it's boring, it's pointless, and it's a waste of my time. Patrick is obviously telling me that I should spend my time on more pressing matters, like catching jellyfish and splashing around in the mud. So this incident has provided me with the divine inspiration to capture yet another of Patrick's gems of divine wisdom with our crude, primitive human tongue. PRAISE BE TO PATRICK - HE WORKS IN MYSPURIOUS WAYS!

"Howbeit I speaketh of happiness, verily, true happiness is to be foundest not in the material riches of the world, which wilt all cometh to naught, but in the hunting of jellyfish, the One True Source of spiritual abundance."
-Hepzibah 13:5

Monday, September 12, 2005

The Bloggitudes: Nuggets Of Wisdom From The Divine All-Father Patrick

Blessed is he who knoweth to be happy, for he shalt be blessed with happiness.
Blessed is he who is nice to his neighbour, for he shalt himself be a nice neighbour.
Blessed is he who is cowardly, for he shalt be too cowardly to doeth evil.
Blessed is he who honoureth his parents, for his parents shalt thus be honoured.
Blessed is he who putteth off to tomorrow what canst be done tomorrow, for he shalt haveth to doeth little.
Blessed is he who stealeth, for he shalt haveth more than others.
Blessed is he who runneth around stark naked, for he is stark raving mad.
Blessed is he who expecteth nothing, for he shalt knoweth no disappointment.

-Hepzibah 12:1-8

Patrick Reveals The Ultimate Knowledge - The Secret To Man's Immortality

Wherefore HE said unto Hepzibah the Horny: "Behold, verily I say unto thee, herein lieth the secret unto man's immortality - 'hur, hur, hur'."

And when HE had thus spake, the waves parted once more, and HE went before, descending down into Bikini Bottom.
-Hepzibah, 14:12-13

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Patrick Commands Thee to Go Forth And Blow Thy Bubbles!

And HE said unto Hepzibah the Horny: "Thou wilt go forth amongst the philistines and bloweth thy bubbles upon their faces, that verily, they too mightst come to comprehendest the goodly practice of bubble-blowing and screaming like madmen."
-Hepzibah 13:37



Holy Relic of Patrick Performing the Sacred Ritual of Bubble-Blowing (US$280)

What Would Patrick Do?

I was in at a grocery store earlier today, and this little kid wearing a spongebob squarepants T-shirt featuring Patrick smiling benevolently out from the side came running in. Clearly, this was a sign from Patrick - but what could HE possibly be trying to tell me?

So I asked myself: "What Would Patrick Do?", and the answer was "Run around screaming like a lunatic blowing bubbles in peoples' faces!"

And so I did.
I wonder when they'll let me back in there again.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Quack Religions Unite!

The affiliate religions section is now complete - praise be to Patrick, may his five arms never fall off and his pristine pink skin never turn dull!

On a side note, check out Betty Bowers' (America's self-proclaimed Best Christian) Advice site. We might not be of the same beliefs all the time, but we definitely appreciate the work she's doing, especially in her Christian Crack Whore Ministry. As she so beautifully puts it - "To spend that much time on your knees and not pray shows an apalling inability to multitask gals". I also feel compelled to tell you that I felt my air-conditioning grow ever so slightly colder when I viewed the site. When I inquired about this divine phenomenon with the air-con repairman, and he said that it is absolutely impossible for such a drastic thing to happen for no particular reason, since the air-conditioner is brand new and in perfectly good working order. This, in conjunction with the mysterious astrological signs that Zy observed earlier, made me conclude that our sainted All-Father Patrick is revealing HIS benevolence to us! HE is smiling widely upon the good work of Betty Bowers, bless her kind, gentle soul!

Betty Bowers is a member of our sister Church, the Landover Baptist Church. Please visit her website and the Church to learn more about their work among the spiritually malnourished of America!