As a Discordian it is my duty to try to get other people to see the value of disorder. If I can make someone pause in their daily routine, to make them stop and smell the flowers, breathe deeply, or go on a three day bender so bad it could wear down Mick Jager, I have fulfilled my beliefs.

OK, maybe not the bender part.

But I regress- the other night my Discordian comrade Andrew and my lovely self spread the word of Eris across Commercial Drive. I wrote a short story of approximately 23 sentences involving our goddess Eris talking sense into some crotchety philosophers. The story was split up into 23 pages, numbered in sequential order, and then posted in complete disorder down Commercial Drive. Though the ink held it’s own against the elements, some of our posters were covered by a rival poster campaign advertising some thrash/heavy/chicken metal band. This means if anyone wanted to piece together the story, they are completely fnord.

If you would like a refund, please consult your pineal gland.

The story will be posted here in it’s entirety at the end of the month. Keep an eye out though, as I have a lot of red paper left over, and all sorts of minds yet to blow.

As Sara pointed out we completely forgot about Mungday, our only holy day during Discordianism. However during said day (the fifth) we partook of hot dogs from Eris’ servants at Pacific Center Mall and went to see Children of Men, so we did celebrate, in a way…*ahem*

So far Discordianism has been impressing on me the importance of living without fear, fear that arises from taking your life too seriously or from being shy or nervous. Discordianism in a way is about taking you life in your hands, looking it over, polishing it (maybe with a bit of turtle wax or something), and asking yourself:

What would I do if I was free from the restraints I put on myself?

It is more than just creating chaos and being random, Eris is a bit more Taoist than that.

More on this later…