I've got my striped, tie / I've got my hopes, high / I've got the time and the place, and I've got the rhythm / now all I need is the girl to go with'em.
This life is unimaginably ephemeral compared to the sprawling eternity which lies after. The evil of this world means approximately nothing when viewed from the endless afterlife. Our souls are iron in a forge--it is through hardship that we are tempered and tested, and that is the purpose of life. We are meant to become better people.
After some serious thought, I have decided to remove Background Pony from my list of the greatest stories ever. It's good, but the qualifications for getting on that list require it be better than any published novel I've read. BP wasn't.
Temporary signature, activate! Just something to use between my leaving Dark Thresholds and the release of my next thing. Steampunk, Portal and ponies--my interests at a glance.
Theory: "Forty-Two" (the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything) has to do with that goddamn butter zone of how long you have to heat up a hot pocket so that it's not still cold on the inside, but also doesn't need to cool. However, it is in some alien time measurement system that we don't understand yet.
And, of course, once the very first hot pocket is heated at this exact amount of time, the Universe will be immediately replaced by something even more nonsensical--probably where hot pockets get colder in the microwave, rather than warmer. And they would be called lukewarm pockets, and they'd be completely inedible, and nobody would know how in the hell they're supposed to work.
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