Well, that escalated quickly. I guess Tina/Nora is running out of clean clothes, because she’s really in a hurry to get this done:
Why the Big Silence; exactly! I don’t think we really know the answer to the Fermi Paradox. Settle down there, Tina/Nora; you’ll get your washing machine.
Oops, I forgot that I’m supposed to be Paul. Habit. Tina/Nora doesn’t seem to have noticed, though.
That’s true:
Also true. I assume A. Robinson works for the FTC.
To be continued…
Huh. The Fedex tracking now says “Delivery Exception” for yesterday, and the item is back at the local FedEx facility.
This. Is. Awesome.
Crip Dyke, I’ve been meaning to ask you something but wary of meddling with powers beyond my ken: how many beings does your handle refer to? I could see interpreting it as
One being: (1) Crip Dyke, who is both the Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death and Death’s Handmaiden
Two beings: (1) Crip Dyke, who is the Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death, and (2) Crip Dyke’s Handmaiden
Two beings: (1) Crip Dyke, who is the Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death, and (2) Death’s Handmaiden
Two beings: (1) Crip Dyke and the (2) Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death, who is Death’s Handmaiden
Three beings: (1) Crip Dyke (who dislikes Oxford commas) and (2) the Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death and (3) Crip Dyke’s Handmaiden
Three beings: (1) Crip Dyke and (2) the Right Reverend Feminist FuckToy of Death and (3) Death’s Handmaiden
Or is this not a question mortals are meant to understand, sort of an (un)holy Trinity best left to theologians?
Please don’t smite me.