Archives for November, 2009

Or I would have roasted one yesterday. I wonder if you can get free-range turctopus?

Friday Cephalopod: Black Friday

Vampyroteuthis infernalis

Congratulations to the Ladens

They have successfully spawned. Say hello to Huxley Laden!

The thread continues. Since we were last debating the merits of pie, I give you…evil pie. Probably rhubarb. I have no idea what those subtitles say, but it’s probably something horrific.

Looks nothing like me

I know, it’s Thanksgiving in America, and I’ve already been curmudgeonly enough for you—but I have to do you the favor now of ruining your appetite with this tale of institutionalized child abuse in Ireland. It involves the Catholic Church, of course (and isn’t that unsurprising ennui just another indication of Catholicism unsavory reputation?). Authorities…

Reality is a liberal conspiracy

By way of the endless thread, I have discovered this marvelous quote from Andy Schlafly. There’s a broader point here. Why the big push for black holes by liberals, and big protests against any objection to them? If it turned out empirically that promoting black holes tends to cause people to read the Bible less,…

Happy Wary Vigilance Day!

Sorry, I don’t believe in Thanksgiving Day. This whole notion that one should have vague and aimless feelings of gratitude for the nature of one’s existence is just too weird, and the bow-your-head-at-the-table and radiate-blessings-at-the-cosmos tradition is pointless and silly. Don’t get me wrong: I can be appropriately and happily grateful to people who have…

Greg Epstein is a very nice fellow

I’ve met him a few times, and that’s the impression I get in person and in his writings, and I certainly can’t object to that. I haven’t yet read his new book, Good Without God, but I’m pretty sure I’ll come away from it as I would from a heaping plate of marzipan and sugar…

I get email — and create a contest!

Want another reason to avoid debating creationists? It’s like giving a mangy, limping, scab-encrusted starving fleabait cat a saucer of milk — you’ll never be rid of the whimpering dependent. Ross Olson of the Twin Cities Creation Science Association has taken to pestering me and Mark Borrello with his plaintive demands, and unfortunately I can’t…