Loading ...Well… today started off kinda spiritual.
Then the conversation started up at SP and my gravitas went flying out the window (or up my ass, as the case may be).
It kind of reminded me of the time, ’bout 20 years ago, that my coven decided, after prolonged serious discussion of the issue, that we would perform a ritual that involved psychodelic mushrooms. (Needless to say, I was all for the shrooms, discussion be damned. But thats just me. Many coven-members - like Vic -were shroom virgins.)
All the preparations were made, the space sanctified,the candles lit. Everything began alright, until Bill showed up unexpectedly.
Bill: What’re y’all doin’?
Me: ’shrooms.
Bill: Oh my god yer trippin’?
Me: Its a ritual.
Bill: When did you start?
Me: Not long. The trip’s just beginning.
Vic: (who is now lying on the floor) Oh my god you mean there’s more!
At that point, ritual went to hell, and we ended up at Dunkin Donuts screaming with laughter with powdered sugar in our hair.
The next morning a DJ friend phoned me up, “I saw you last night at Dunkin Donuts. What the hell were you doing?”
“My coven was having a ritual.”
Long pause, “Can I join your coven?”
Sometimes, no matter how seriously things begin, the gravitas flies up yer ass never to be seen again, except by that belightened gerbil.
However, there’s one good way to get your gravitas back. Do your budget. And on that note, I go off into the sunset to do workly things, because on days like today I often forget that workly things are necessary.
Buy me a beer!
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I find it difficult to find gravitas in any ritual.
Or anything.
Tonight Mojo and I were saying that A the Girl can sometimes be like a bull in a china shop (she just barrels ahead no matter what is around her) and that disintegrated into a Walrus in a china shop saying “But I love Royal Doulton with handpainted periwinkles! Damn these flippers! Why must I destroy what I love?”
I think my gravitas is just gone forever.
I am in favor of a new holiday that requires bathing for Gravitas though!
Yeah me too. Which is why covens have never put up with me for too long.
And the reasons I never put up with them for very long are too numerous to name. But the top 3 would be:
1. Karmic soap operas
2. Naked hippies.
3. Weird power struggles that I want no part of.
4. Breast-feeding maypole dancers.
Okay, that was four.
But my patron deity is a trickster, and what - I’m supposed to be all serious? As they say in the midlands, gerrodnit.
I hear you!
I’ve only been to a couple of coveny type things — once with you, and I was underwhelmed. Just like I am with church really.
Well, I’m off to bed. Tomorrow I go to the doctor to see if I can finally get that CPAP so I can sleep through the night.
Exactly 3 months after my sleep study.
That’s modern medicine for you.
Maybe I should have a coven burn some sage over me, or kneel saggy tittied over me while letting their essential oils flow. It’d be faster than what I’m getting from the MDs.
I used to be quite good at healing people before an incubus took a huge bite out of me. Since then, my friends are better off with good insurance and a team of specialists.
Fortunately I still have that whole weird regeneration thing going on for me. My reptilian DNA sparking up I guess.
Well, good night. I needs my rest too. I want to read some hot steamy yumminess before bedtime so I can have some interesting dreams. Then tomorrow is busy workly-type stuff. Yuck.
That sucks, Che! Losing your powers, as it were. I think there were a few episodes of Bewitched that focused on that very theme! (j.k.)
Good luck with work stuff. I fear this week will be rather worky for me too. Dull…
The only thing I have is a gravid ass. Sorry — I’ve been around Richard for too long ;-)
Yeah, I hate it when that happens. There’s nothing worse than the look of glee on Darrin’s face when he realises his wifey is no longer more powerful than he. Men hate it when women are powerful, no matter how convenient and helpful the power is.
Men suck.
And you know, it wasn’t all powers, it was only the healing powers, which I was always sort of embarrassed about anyway. Long story, that.
Also since then, I totally confound psychics. They can’t read me at all. Just like, you know, I couldn’t read him. And its interesting and kind of fun at times (I even knocked a channeler right out of her trance once - totally threw her off her game. Everyone demanded their money back), but also annoying when I really need some psychic help. I can read myself, but you know, I’m not the most objective person when it comes to me.
Meh, my ass is pretty gravid too. We could form a cult. The Cult of the Gravid Ass.
Of course, considering that our gravitas is up our ass, it make sense that our asses would be gravid.
Still a good idea for a cult though.