The Sibling Below Me...

[Opsa]

I've been accused of that, in the past.

Likely because I was that nerdy little kid with the thick glasses who always asked those awkward questions, like "If humans were made in the Image of God, does that mean God has a belly-button?"

And, "If God eats, does that mean God would need to poop, later?  And what would happen to that Divine-Poop?  How would it break-down?  Is there special divine-poop eating bacteria? and ..."

But, by this time, my Sunday School teacher was either in tears, or had exploded and either send me out, or had left themselves.

I spent a lot of time in the halls, when I was a little kid.  Gave me time to think.

Eventually, I "got it" and quit asking the "hard" questions -- at least, not from people who would be unlikely to answer them.

The sibling below me just skipped all that, and only read this sentence. 

If only, only that were true! Now I'm all lost in thoughts about whether god would even have a physical body. I mean, maybe they meant that god made us as a thought, a vision, an image in his/her head. Details...

The sibling below me never takes anything literally.

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

True!  I used to, 'way back in the day.  Now, EVERYthing is a metaphor.

Even the Black Helicoptors (which ARE coming to get you, if you're not careful*)

The sibling below me has actually seen a black helicopter.


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* remember:  just because you are clinically paranoid, does NOT mean noone is actually out to get you ...

[Sibling Chatty]

Yup. Belonged to a drilling company in the Gulf. They'd bought it from Arbusto, and never bothered to repaint.

(Hi Bob!!)

The sibling below me knows about Arbusto.

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

I do now Arbusto  <heh>

The sibling below me, after clicking & reading the link, said *eeeewww*

[Swatopluk]

We had the discussion elsewhere who could get the idea to put "bust" in your conpany's [that was a ctually a typo but it fits] name. Arrrrr! Bust! Ooooooo!
Not going to by a Spanish shrubbery from them.

The sibling below me knows from painful experience that moose-bites can be pretty nasty.

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

True!

The sibling below me is looking for some sort of Holy Handgrenade.  Or, perhaps a Zoot --- a bad Zoot, who needs a spanking.

Hopefully, they will get better.   Just be sure you don't weigh the same as a duck.

[Sibling Chatty]

DUCK??

Reminds me of the eternal question, Viaduct??

(Cocoanuts, Paramount, 1929)

[At the resort hotel, looking at a map.]
Groucho:

Now here is a little peninsula, and here is a viaduct leading over to the mainland.

Chico:

Why a duck?

[more back-and-forth between the two ... ]

All right, why a duck? Why a duck, why-a no chicken?

Groucho:

Well, I don't know why-a no chicken. I'm a stranger here myself. ...

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The sibling below me has never seen Cocoanuts.

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

but I've tried to open one with a knife.  NOT a good idea!  An axe works pretty well, though. Or a hammer, or the tire of a large car ... (if you can get the nut to stay put as you attempt to drive over it ... actually, that didn't work very well)

It's also a fact that many people are killed by falling coconuts each year - I seem to recall, more than are killed by lightning.

But, inside is good eating!

The sibling below me has had a series of pet coconuts, with names.

[Griffin NoName]

They are all called Fibonacci. They have friends too: rabbits, a cow and honey bees. The cow is a real Dude.

The person below me feels confused.

[Bob in a quantum-state-of-faith]

I often DO feel confused.  I find a nice lie-down cures most of that feeling, as after I get up I no longer remember what it was I was confused about.  What was the question again?

Oh, yeah - the sibling below me understands very well memory problems

[Sibling Chatty]

What?? Who am I?? Who are you?? Oh, and what are we all doing in this handbasket??

The sibling below me wonders if insanity is contagious over the Interweb...

[The Meromorph]

I already know it's also hereditary (you get it from children).

The sibling below me performs impromptu psychic surgery on their food.

[DaveL]

Well yes I tried, but I found using a knife and fork got the job done much quicker.

The Sibling below me eats with their right hand only.

[Opsa]

Me other hand was a basketshark's breakfast.

The sibling below me thinks that basketsharks are basket cases.

[Sibling Qwertyuiopasd]

if you're a basketshark then maybe yes...


The Sibling below me is deepley offended when people are deepley offended.