Random acts of stationery #16

Ana­lyz­ing is not for me.

I never like to ask the artiste what their painting/doodle/post-it note means.

in the con­tin­ued spirit of leav­ing com­ments which make abolsutely no sense whatsoever..

ptch.

Is there any space for an addi­tional caveat under­neath the one which is already there?

Andre — I don’t like to ask them either, although I must con­fess with some of the more obtuse ones I do want to plead in an unseemly way: “Tell me what it means!!!” Ahem.

Miles Away — Most of the posts make abso­lutely no sense. It’s only right and proper that the com­ments should fol­low suit. And what addi­tional caveat did you wish to leave?

I’m afraid it’s worse than that my unre­li­able friend:

God isn’t dead; we killed her.
The planet isn’t dying; we’re slowly suf­foc­at­ing it.
And if life is utterly point­less, it’s because we’ve made it so.

As Jamie Oliver would put it, Happy days.

:o)

Why are the post-its yel­low? I don’t believe in post-its. They fall off all the time.

Really sorry about God.

I was revers­ing and didn’t see him.

Ariel — An Unre­li­able Wit­ness wishes to make it known that he is not yel­low­ist, and uses a vari­ety of shades of post-it notes. But yes, even in my trans­it­ory usage, they do fall off.

OE — Yes, I know! Care­ful where you’re driv­ing! I’ve already lost one leg.

Oh, wait a minute. I am not God. I am not God. I am not God. There. All bet­ter now. Con­fu­sion over.

Damn. Over ana­lys­ing your pos tits was the only thing keep­ing my life pointing.

hur­rah

sounds like a per­fect excuse for

a big party

Angelalala — Fear not. I never get tired of people over-analysing. Even when I tell them not to.

Annie — Yes! A ‘God Is Dead! Let’s sac­ri­fice the Bishop of Bath & Wells on an open spit!’ kind of party. I’ll bring ketchup and a bottle of Pimm’s.