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[Look, it's the happiest person alive.
No, it's just Mordecai, looking just as dour as ever]
Since it's come up at least four times this week on the network, I feel another PSA is in order.
Yes, it's February.
Yes, that means it is Valentines Day soon.
It is a day commemorating the death of Saint Valentine, who was tortured, publicly beaten to death, and then beheaded, his amputated extremity paraded about town, as per was the usual for the time period.
It was, until the 1400's at least, but now it's about reminding everyone that they are required, under penalty of great personal humiliation, to find a mate, reproduce, bear children, and pass on their genetics in the interest of continuing the species.
Subsequently, you are required to purchase your fleeting target of increased hormonal activity processed, sweetened and hardened bean paste and bits of shiny glass cut to look like expensive bits of polished rocks.
Bear in mind that most of you are mortal, and those who are not are in the minority. Even if you find someone you can tolerate significantly more than most people for an extended period of time, you will all still most certainly either die, or out-live your child bearing partner.
So try not to get over-excited.
Chances are with how things have been, you will have many, many, many lonely, empty Valentines days left to procure yourself an adequate specimen for continued reproduction or, barring that, someone who triggers the appropriate chemical reaction within your synapses.
No, it's just Mordecai, looking just as dour as ever]
Since it's come up at least four times this week on the network, I feel another PSA is in order.
Yes, it's February.
Yes, that means it is Valentines Day soon.
It is a day commemorating the death of Saint Valentine, who was tortured, publicly beaten to death, and then beheaded, his amputated extremity paraded about town, as per was the usual for the time period.
It was, until the 1400's at least, but now it's about reminding everyone that they are required, under penalty of great personal humiliation, to find a mate, reproduce, bear children, and pass on their genetics in the interest of continuing the species.
Subsequently, you are required to purchase your fleeting target of increased hormonal activity processed, sweetened and hardened bean paste and bits of shiny glass cut to look like expensive bits of polished rocks.
Bear in mind that most of you are mortal, and those who are not are in the minority. Even if you find someone you can tolerate significantly more than most people for an extended period of time, you will all still most certainly either die, or out-live your child bearing partner.
So try not to get over-excited.
Chances are with how things have been, you will have many, many, many lonely, empty Valentines days left to procure yourself an adequate specimen for continued reproduction or, barring that, someone who triggers the appropriate chemical reaction within your synapses.