scruffnfeathers (
scruffnfeathers) wrote in
fandomtownies2009-12-31 12:35 pm
Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday
Castiel was back to preaching in English. He was also remarkably not hung over, despite the amount of tequila that Chuck had convinced him to drink the night before.
Don't you wish you had that kind of constitution?
Anyway.
"Tonight, at an arbitrarily assigned time, the arbitrarily assigned year number will change. I'm told that this is a traditional time for you all to make 'resolutions', to examine the previous year and decide what things you would prefer to change in the new one. This impulse for self-improvement is to be admired, though I'm also told that most of you will not actually manage to change anything at all, which lends a certain sense of futility to this time of -- again, arbitrary -- celebration.
"Interestingly, the arbitrarily assigned number you place on the year is actually almost the same as the number of years since my kind has last been active on your plane." Thanks to the usage of "CE", Castiel actually didn't know that that was purposeful on the part of the inventors of this particular calender. "Should no one manage to destroy the world, purposefully or otherwise, perhaps it will also be the number of years before my kind is next required to be active here." And hopefully, Castiel wouldn't be stranded here that whole time. "Perhaps that might be a resolution for you all. One, perhaps, that you can even keep."
[ooc: OCD free, since, uh, pretty much everyone is elsewhere, methinks. Happy New Year, everybody!]
Don't you wish you had that kind of constitution?
Anyway.
"Tonight, at an arbitrarily assigned time, the arbitrarily assigned year number will change. I'm told that this is a traditional time for you all to make 'resolutions', to examine the previous year and decide what things you would prefer to change in the new one. This impulse for self-improvement is to be admired, though I'm also told that most of you will not actually manage to change anything at all, which lends a certain sense of futility to this time of -- again, arbitrary -- celebration.
"Interestingly, the arbitrarily assigned number you place on the year is actually almost the same as the number of years since my kind has last been active on your plane." Thanks to the usage of "CE", Castiel actually didn't know that that was purposeful on the part of the inventors of this particular calender. "Should no one manage to destroy the world, purposefully or otherwise, perhaps it will also be the number of years before my kind is next required to be active here." And hopefully, Castiel wouldn't be stranded here that whole time. "Perhaps that might be a resolution for you all. One, perhaps, that you can even keep."
[ooc: OCD free, since, uh, pretty much everyone is elsewhere, methinks. Happy New Year, everybody!]
