And all of this fanboy shit. Half my FL is living on another planet (several other planets!) and the other half is making costumes for them. They sound like a bad Zander Nyrond song. And don't even get me started on all the Gaea-hugging, hallucinatory froo-froo chasers who see gods and goddesses behind every piece of luck (bad or good) which happens to them or anyone they know. Shit happens, people! Bad shit, good shit, neutral shit, green shit, pink shit, blue shit. Wake up and smell the rat poison, people! I don't know which is more idiotic - "riding the gods" or running off to some damp field in the middle of effing nowhere to dress up like a Saxon peasant and make like it's the middle ages when the average life expectancy would mean you've been dead for 5 years.
I've wasted enough time ranting. It's Sunday, the sun is shining, it's Springtime in California, WTF am I doing sitting in front of a computer?
Have a nice life you-all.