Stop the all the Stalking
Listen, theists: your gods don't want to talk to you. They've even placed "reality" between you and them as a kind of metaphysical restraining order. You think they love you and you're destined to be together, but it's just not meant to be.
Except, of course, if one of you knows which god is responsible for snow. I could really use a "stop snowing" dance, or maybe the god of snow's phone number or something. Pretty much trapped in my house at this point.
Saint Will: no gyration without funkstification.
fabulae! nil satis firmi video quam ob rem accipere hunc mi expediat metum. - Terence