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You know, I did my lesson 10 and decided to reclaim my given name, but that feels a little strange. I may have to revisit this in the not too near future and maybe change my mind and adopt a new name. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
Oh dear, oh my...Powerbook G4 is writing AGAIN
I did so well with my grounding exercise that I have decided to go directly to a combination of lessons 8, 9 and 10.
The Powerbook G4's Circle
In Circle, I shall be referred to as Little Rabbit Foo Foo, Priest of the Triple God of Elvis, Jean Luc Picard, and L. Ron Hubbard. The three that are one. Make It So.
Now, I know I said it was a circle, but it isn't really a circle. It's more a three dimensional 24 sided big blue neon vortex with fringe on top. But I am not supposed to tell you that since you haven't been initiated into the Top Secret Security Clearance Circle of Elvis Luc Hubbard, I would have to nail my head to a chase lounge.
First, I turn in the direction of Graceland. I light a crack pipe and invoke "oh Elvis...come and get it you fat bastard." When I hear the strains of "Hound Dog" I know that he is with me. Next, I turn in the direction of Star Fleet Academy, fire a phaser and invoke "Oh holy bald one, my lord mighty Picard. Bring thy holy tight buns into my presence. Make it so." When I hear William Shatner cry "But *I* am the Captain of the Enterprise," I know he is with me. Lastly, I turn towards the nearest Borders book shop and invoke, "Oh L Ron who started a religion on a bit with Frederick Pohl. Please show me your divine dianetics." When I hear "That will be 19.95 if you call before midnight tomorrow." I know he is with me.
Then I begin my ritual. "Now that you're all here, I ask that you smite my enemies for they be smelly and not very nice, and I am so much better, being a computer and all. Grant me the Smite Key of Doom thus that I can delete without care." When I hear a great snickering, I know they have heard me.
Then I may close the circle. I raise my arms (that are very small being a computer) to the skies and say,"I'm done with you. Get out, you bastards." They seem to like that.
May I now be in the 32nd circle please?