Entertainment
A reader sent me a link to this video of Spore by Will Wright—it's the new simulation/god game/tinker toy by the maker of SimCity and the Sims. It looks very, very cool, and I think I'm going to want a copy when it's available for my computer—but one thing has to be cleared up.
This is not a game about evolution.
It's highly teleological, with a preset goal of achieving high intelligence—which is a painfully unrealistic and skewed perspective. Why shouldn't we be able to play to become the very best squid we can be? I guess it's necessary to constrain the advancement path of the game to…
Mr Chicken, the Night Stalker, and now…Henry Morris. There is a kind of cosmic harmony to that trio, in that they all made a living with supernatural silliness to some degree, although Morris…nah, let's not speak ill of the dead.
Dr Beckinsale visits the Discovery Institute
I saw the movie Underworld: Evolution last night. Stop looking at me like that—it was research. It has the word "evolution" in the title, doesn't it? Besides, I have this idea to improve the promotion of science by having all of our spokespeople be dangerously nubile armed women with good cheekbones, full lips, and very sharp teeth. I figure the two things we've been lacking in our presentations to the public are lust and fear, and if we can just bring those into play, we'll have an unbeatable combination.
As I learned at this movie, too, if you've…
There are several items of note at Salon today, so if you don't subscribe, watch the little commercial, you'll get some good bang for the buck.
Garrison Keillor (who is coming to UMM this Saturday—a few tickets are still available!) rips into "little man" Bush.
There's an interview with Daniel Dennett on "Dissecting God".
Most important of all, we learn that Keith Knight's wife is OK. Hooray! They cut a teratoma out of her—I really think she ought to ask to have it in a bottle to take home (teratomas can be particularly grisly and cool.)
You wouldn't know it to see it, but we aim to make Morris, Minnesota the Mecca of science blogging. How else to explain how we could draw Grrlscientist away from that boring dump of a town, New York, to visit our lovely prairie village for a week? It's true: a whole two of us ScienceBlogs people are chattering away from this lonely outpost in the rural wilderness.
Any other science bloggers who want to stop on by, feel free. We've got a roomy house with a zippy wireless connection, and who needs anything more? Jay Manifold has been here, Radagast once drove by within a few hundred miles, and…
In Peter Jackson's Return of the King, there was a spectacular scene in which the elf Legolas single-handedly takes out a giant war elephant, first dispatching the entire crew riding its back, then firing a couple of arrows into its skull. Finally, with cool aplomb, he slides down the dying beast's trunk, looking like a skateboarder doing a simple skid. He isn't just a superlative shot with a bow, he has a semi-automatic bow and arrow and can take out entire platoons and mega-monsters without breaking a sweat.
I hate that scene.
It represents the worst of fanboy juvenilia—the hero inflated to…