One day a group of scientists got together and decided that man had come a long way and no longer needed God. So they picked one scientist to go and tell Him that they were done with Him.Anyway. I've got pictures of my Robotic Barney discection I really need to put up, but they deserve a little commentary so it can't just be a filmstrip. The shiney black robotic core of barney is pretty disturbing actually, once all of the fluff is gone. This black box with a non-descript spherical head and tiny arm protrusions wiggling about as it sings "I love you, you love me..". I'm probably going straight to hell, or at least purgatory for a while, for exposing this particular hideousness to the world. Oh well, it was fun, plus I've now got a flayed barney skin to do something with.The scientist walked up to God and said, "God, we've decided that we no longer need you. We're to the point that we can clone people and do many miraculous things, so why don't you just go on and get lost."
God listened very patiently and kindly to the man and after the scientist was done talking, God said, "Very well, how about this, let's say we have a man making contest." To which the scientist replied, "OK, great!"
But God added, "Now, we're going to do this just like I did back in the old days with Adam."
The scientist said, "Sure, no problem" and bent down and grabbed himself a handful of dirt.
God just looked at him and said, "No, no, no. You go get your own dirt!"
Boss's Boss leaves town for a month and a half in a few days - at last a chance to clean off my "tasks" list without someone continually adding more. At least that's what I like to tell myself, in reality I know it'll never happen. Previous experience has told me that there's always someone hiding in a corner, waiting for him to leave to pop out and say "AHA! Yooou need to help me create this fleeb tracking system with no discernable business justification."
*chuckle*, go get your own dirt, I like that.
