Whatever cooks your goose is fine by me. You could, of course, paint them sky blue and take them with you to Loftus. Just make sure you can sing “Liefling” in key and on tempo first though.
Seeing that Defecatory Fatalism is getting so popular and turning into a MOVEMENT ( not a bowel one, stupid! ), it is necessary now to introduce sub-classifications. Ongoing academic research at the local shitter has revealed the following types:
Type A Defecatory Fatalist. The classical position - shit just happens, randomly, for no reason.
Type B Defecatory Fatalist. The missionary position - shit happens, but Bebeh Jebus is making the shit all happen. Randomly, mind, 'coz he’s stoned most days.
Type C Defecatory Fatalist. The surrealistic position - blue happen fish is.
Type D Defecatory Fatalist. The sceptical position. “You’re shittin’ me, bru.”
Type E Defecatory Fatalist. The pastafarian position. “Pass us some more of that spaghetti shit please”.
Type F Defecatory Fatalist. The moralist. “Who gives a shit anyway?”
What type are you? Are you maybe an as-yet undiscovered missing-link type? If so, please post details.
Type F, actually. This slightly less common DF position holds that, “Shit happens, and when it does, you’d best have your shit together.” To insiders, this version is known as “First Baden-Powell DF,” hence type F.
ETA: It might also fairly be described as “Anticipative Defecatory Fatalism,” or ADF. It is loosely characterised by the motto, “Be prepared ― for shit happening!”
Well, this is progress! Research is proceeding apace, I see.
Apropos another thread, I must warn you Anticipatory and Laxative DFs that the Crapture is coming in 2012. That is when big-time shit is gonna happen, believe me! Continuous big-time shit nogal. Once THAT shit hits, the fan ain’t never gonna recover. Might I suggest investing in a cheap plastic raincoat in good time. You can order them online at Rwenzori’s Cheap Plastic Raincoat and Baked Beans Emporium - discounts to the first 100 customers.
Type F DF has that eventuality, er, covered. It is why there’s two spare fans on the stoep. And a generator under it, right next to the jumbo roll of black plastic sheeting and the 480 kg crate of Glade Spring Fresh.