I guess I figured there were ICP and Furries that believe in god--I just didn't think they'd have to get together to talk about it.

That's the other FG thing the Internets provide--the ability to define yourself not just as someone who likes to wear rubber gloves on their head, but someone who will only do it Tuesdays when there's a full moon out.

Slash is strange, though. I base this on the fact that pretty much no one I've met off the internet knows what it is, and they look at me funny. I'm the resident "oh, do you want link to a a porn (possibly gay) story about that?" person at krav. I'm startled people keep being startled.

Right, slash is totally weirder than Furries for Jesus.

And Second Life? Really not all that fringe-y.

Really not all that fringe-y.

I had to explain that to someone this week too. Makes me wonder at the target demographic of that site. I can see it skipping slash, but 2nd Life?

I base this on the fact that pretty much no one I've met off the internet knows what it is, and they look at me funny.

I think I knew what slash was before I knew what the internet was. (I read some article a long time ago about slash, and its origin in K/S slash that was distributed by mail and sold at Trek conventions....

"Second Life is actually dull and lame" has gotten to be such a common trope that I suspect it's in there because it's not all that fringe-y. The ex-furry ministry, otoh, cracks me right up.

The writers for Cracked are struggling comedians writing top-ten lists no one reads for a defunct magazine and almost no pay. So you gotta take your weak take on slash with your extremely telling rant on furries for Christ. The next article I read mentioned both slash and Second Life [link] so they're obvs going for the quick joke here.

Having listened to ICP since I was in high school, this:

Admittedly, we don't know that much about Insane Clown Posse or the teachings of Jesus Christ, for that matter. But even based on our limited pool of knowledge, we're pretty sure that Jesus never said anything about dressing up like an evil white trash clown. We also don't remember him preaching any sermons entitled Bugz On My Nutz. To be fair, we did skip a lot of Sunday School.

Makes me laugh and laugh and laugh.

I don't think I'd have heard of ICP if I hadn't lived in Michigan. I certainly haven't thought of them since then, before now. Not striking me with the godliness, them. Nor even the cleanliness.

Not striking me with the godliness, them. Nor even the cleanliness.

And please no with the "nextliness".

Someone once tried to convince me that ICP was really Cypress Hill.