paper, rock, scissors...

so, on new year's eve, over at krista and paul's place, after the drinking had commenced, it was decided by krista, michael, steph, and me that we needed to spend our time on a game of pick-up sticks. and to determine who would go first, michael suggested a round of "rochambeau" (or "paper, rock, scissors" for those of us who do not possess the weird northwestern united states vernacular that michael insists is the norm).

so, there were four of us playing paper, rock, scissors. we set out the ground rules (i.e., we'd throw after counting one, two, three). and we went for broke... and all of us -- ALL FOUR OF US -- threw scissors! what the fuck?!?! no rock, no paper, all scissors!

i'm convinced that we were either the direct cause or the direct result of some sort of rift in the time/space continuum. paradigm shifts occurred in that moment. antichrists were born. visions were had.

bizarro.