For all of those who wish to get a head start on their worshipping the olsen twin countdown says there are only 62 days 12 hours and 18 minutes until they turn 18. So in 62 days 12 hours and 40 minutes I will hopefully be a diety. (Give or take some time depending on how much the first one tires me out)
… only if they manage to find you at least one-tenth as impressive as you apparently find yourself.
any bookmakers among the Teeming Millions?
Disproving Godel’s Incompleteness Theorem.
My father becoming somewhat bearable.
I think nailing a fly buzzing around a large surface with nothing but a thin-head pin has also gotta be up there.
Three of Clubs. Big deal. 
If there were no more wars, we all loved each other, and we all stopped sinning I think God would cry with joy and pride.
after he picked himself up off the floor and got done rubbing his eyes.
I can imagine God reading this and doing a spit take all over his celestial monitor.*
Then, he signs up (as a Guest, of course :rolleyes: ) and posts something along the lines of, “Here I am holding together space/time by reversong entropy and you guys are talking about swatting flies!? And the Olsen twins!? Why, I used to derss up like a cow, a COW, and seduce young virgins, impregnating them. A COW, people! Top THAT! 6 billion people, 117,000 religions, and at least twenty wars going on at any one time and you think I’m impressed with parlour tricks? I oughtta just close this thread down, I tell you whut.”
*NO…NOT the lizard (for the last time)!
I got it…creating artifical life. A true A.I., or a genetically handcrafted being, something like that.
Or…finding a way to bring dead people back to life.
Assuming that God wouldn’t be opposed to either of the above…in fact, they might make him the proudest. What could give more joy to a creator than to have his creations become true creators themselves; or to gain, by themselves, a power equal to God himself?
Assuming they don’t eat your brains before God can come down and give you the aforementioned honors, of course.
I kind of assumed the “eating the brains of the living” part would be God’s little way of saying “find another avenue of research on this one, sport.”
But hey, seeing as how the Big G didn’t make a peep about the Hydrogen Bomb, I don’t think bringing John Lennon back to life would be that big a deal. 