Well, it’s snowy here at any rate, just warm enough to be working on icy. So it’s a good day to stay inside and get a few things accomplished. Maybe cooking a turkey isn’t on your list the way it is on mine, but the rest of these are worthy of your time and attention.
First, go help Skepticon design the most inoffensive atheist banner ever. It is for two very good causes. It will help advertise Skepticon locally in St. Louis and Kansas City, and it will help to settle the question of whether it is possible to create a billboard that mentions atheists without people finding it offensive.
I recommend the awkward puppy and kitten combo for the billboard, but it may be too unnatural for some. It’s in last place currently.
Once you’ve done that, go sign a petition to allow students at Paradise Valley High School in Phoenix, AZ to set up a chapter of the Secular Student Alliance. The principal is currently requiring that the students who want an SSA chapter collect signatures from other students to say that this is okay. Of course, if the school allows any clubs at all, it is required by law to allow all clubs. When you sign the petition, feel free to express your feelings about a professional school administrator doing something that blatantly illegal.
Then it’s time to do something a little more you-centered. Find out what gender and age Google thinks you are. Me? I’m apparently a 45-54-year-old male. Then again, I’m not the only woman Google thinks is interested in “guy stuff.” The Mary Sue suggests that if you’re a female geek, you might want to change this to let Google know that geeky women exist. That’s assuming you’re cool with them knowing who you are. Then again, once Google’s privacy policies are “consolidated,” you’ll have less control over that, so you might as well make them get their facts straight.
After all that, it’s time to relax. May I suggest you get yourself some hot chocolate, hot cider, mulled wine, or tea, and check out Natalie’s first week of blogging here on FtB? Plenty there to read and think about until the sun comes out and all this snow melts.