We were just about to connect the dots when this brick-headed dude burst into headquarters like a coked-up Samuel Taylor Coleridge reciting the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, and all the dots scattered like so many beads of mercury. Which raises the question, Who can argue with Fate?
We interrupt this broadcast because obviously everyone is arguing with Fate, and many maintain that Fate not only invites argument but that we are duty
bound to kick Fate’s ass – easier because that ass makes a big target.
Case In Point
Stonewall Jackson Removal From Monument Avenue:
An Abrupt Meeting With Fate, With Bonus Gully-Washer.
(Thanks to Richard Bland for the Live-Action Photo.)
Argument with Fate.
These arguments run the gamut from invigorating to enervating. If you happen to be wallowing in the valley-of-despair phase of the arc of the cycle of upheaval, staff recommends an interesting if noisy subterranean chamber for psychic rehabilitation.
No worries, we can get you in with a fake "youth"ID.
Ultimately, arguments with Fate consummate with, "Why are we here?" Glad you
asked! Staff is down in The Cave bellowing and barreling to a highly flammable conclusion. The Inquiry Team wants your data on the matter, so send it for inclusion in the algorithms. Final reports forthcoming, depending.
Fictionary Friday: Words You Need. Whether you know it or not.
Goofathon(goo fah thonn) Noun: History.
In a sentence:As proof of the ongoing unraveling Goofathon, the Stonewall Jackson statue – just removed from its pedestal in Richmond – should be installed to celebrate gay rights at the Stonewall Inn.
Wikipedia Friday Favorite: In honor of the intersection of curiosity and logarithmically expanding human knowledge, we offer a weekly favorite obscure Wikipedia page: an excellent arrow in the quiver from which we may pierce the bubble of Fate.
Fizzdom Friday: from our collection of favorite quotes.
"I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a
doormat or a prostitute." – Rebecca West
