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April Fools Hall o' Fame

Since I was too lame to prank you myself, I’ve taken the time and effort to spelunk the blogosphere looking for April Fools shenanigans for ye. If any of you are taken in by any of these, I shall be very disappointed – or enormously impressed by the skills of the pranksters.

Just you wait for next year, my darlings. I have 364 days to plot – I’ll get ye yet!

New Humanist reports:

In an unprecedented victory for rationalism, Catholic priests in the north east of England will from today be required to read out a disclaimer prior to delivering the holy sacrament of Communion.

[snip]

“Congregants should be aware of the gaps and/or problems in the Catholic theory of transubstantiation, including, but not limited to, the Protestant notion that the bread and wine are merely symbolic, the opinions of other religions on the life of Christ, and the lack of conclusive scientific evidence available to support this theory.”


Yes, my darlings, your own dear blogger would have been taken in by that one hook, line and sinker if I hadn’t read the disclaimer and thought, “Wait an effing minute. That sounds awfully like those evolution disclaimer stickers put on textbooks a while back…”

Kudos to Paul Sims for almost pwning me!

Oh, and click the link for the stickers – I nearly peed myself.

Next up, Universe Today announces NASA’s new fundraising initiative:

In an effort to raise additional funds, NASA has announced new partnerships with corporate sponsors. It is becoming increasingly difficult for government-backed space agencies to support the vast range of missions currently exploring the solar system, so urgent measures are being taken. Planetary missions in particular, such as the Mars Exploration Rover project, have fallen on tough times. As already demonstrated by research groups in the UK, funds from private companies are essential for survival and some weird and wonderful methods to capture public interest have already been exploited.

Now it is the perfect time for the biggest marketing stunt yet: tattoo Mars with corporate logos for orbiting spacecraft and ground-based telescopes to observe…


I think it’s the Doritos logo in the accompanying photo that makes the piece plausible. After all, photos can’t be faked, right?

Alas, it can’t all be fun and games. Brian Switek over at Laelaps has a very sad announcement to make:

As many of you are aware, my academic career has been rather rough, my university not being of very much help in preparing me for a career in vertebrate paleontology. This past week, I received notice that I have been in college for so long (and that my transcript is so poor), that I would have to start all over from freshman year again. 120 credits, gone in the blink of an eye. What’s more, I’d have to pay double the regular tuition rate in cash, delivered to a shadowy figure 6 months before the start of each semester, the final indignity being having to wear a “Dunce” cap while retaking my courses.


Brian, darling, no worries. You and Mrs. Laelaps are welcome to crash at my beachfront home in Yuma, AZ until you’ve got things sorted out.

PZ Myers has been cropping up everywhere lately, it seems. Perhaps he’s mastered the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle – or he’s become some strange incarnation of Schrödinger’s cat: he’s both present and not present until he’s observed! But The Panda’s Thumb has the exclusive scoop on the true scope of his talents:

As many of you probably know, controversy has surrounded James Watson’s and Francis Crick’s 1953 seminal paper on DNA structure since its publication. Most of the sometimes heated discussions have focused on the attribution of authorship, centering on the source of the data and on the identity of the person who actually originated the DNA double-helix model.

You’ll find the revised list of authors on the second page of the Nature paper. It’s very difficult to see and indistinguishable from the original list of authors, so of course it must be true!

PZ, imitating quantum particles is no way for a biologist to behave. For shame! You must cease your uncertain, both-there-and-not-there, time-travelling ways!

I know I’ve likely missed some spectacular pranks worthy of attention. That’s what I get for having a damned day job! Please feel free to link to your pranks in the comments. My glass is raised high to all of you merry pranksters, undaunted by the challenge of pulling the wool over eyes on the one day everyone becomes a skeptic.

Salud!

April Fools Hall o' Fame

Happy Hour Discurso

Today’s opining on the public discourse.

It’s a banner day here at En Tequila Es Verdad. Pretty Shaved Ape from Canadian Cynic wuz here! PSA, you rock my world! Those of you who don’t know who PSA is, well, all I can say is, you’ve lived a sad, sheltered life and this must be corrected forthwith.

Now, on to Happy Hour:

Oh, how I’ve longed for this day!

NEW YORK (CNNMoney.com) — Lawmakers grilled executives from the world’s five largest publicly traded oil companies Tuesday, criticizing them for taking tax subsidies and not investing in renewable resources amid record prices for oil and gasoline.


It’s time for Congress to become Robin Hood: take our money back from the fat fuckers in the CEO’s office at those giants and put it where it belongs, namely into programs that will reduce pain at the pump. Go, Congress!

And continuing with our “it’s about fucking time!” theme, this couldn’t have happened to a more deserving bunch of dipshits:

Following up on an item from the other day, I thought it was worth noting that all three cable networks have seen their ratings go up during the presidential primaries, but among the “money demo,” Fox News is falling behind.


My gods, you mean to tell me parts of the American public are finally waking up to the fact that Fox News is nothing more than a bunch of lying, propaganda-spewing, venomous assclowns? Brilliant!

But we have a long way to go, as Digby points out:

I saw footage of Barack Obama’s trip to Altoona, PA the other day, bowling a gutterball and scoring a paltry 37 (for 7 frames, not a full game, by the way) about 10 times on cable news. I mentally checked off the points that could be made in an attack ad using that footage (“Obama’s plan for socialized medicine will throw your money right in the gutter”) but quickly
realized that
they would be superfluous when the media is already so conditioned to view political fights as personal battles among who is more manly, that they’re ready to do all the work for the Republicans…


Read the transcript of Scarborough et al blathering about how badly Barak Obama sucks at bowling, if you can stomach it, and ask yourself a very important question: Are these the opinions you trust to help you make an informed decision about your pick for leader of the free world? No? I didn’t think so.

It’s fucking bowling, people. That kind of crap doesn’t tell a person diddly shit about how good a president someone will make. I mean, a good number of people voted for Bush based on the fact he seemed a nice bugger to have a beer with, and we know how well that turned out, don’t we?

So, now that America’s finally getting clued in about Faux News, let’s hope they’ll figure out that the other mindless chatter’s just as useless. I know, I know, asking too much, right? Hey. I can but dream.

And now, one for the road: Wired Science presents you the Top 10 Creationist Discoveries of All Time.

10. T. rex ate coconuts

According to experts at the Creation Museum, our favorite predatory dinosaur would have fit right in at Whole Foods.


Yeah, you knew it was coming… APRIL FOOL’S!

Happy Hour Discurso

The Short, Sharp Retort

I’ve never believed in astrology, but there’s one stereotype about my birth sign that applies to me:

Capricorns have fine, deliberate minds which in some cases may operate more slowly but with far deeper concentration than most.


Well, actually, there are a lot of stereotypes about my sign that apply to me: that’s how these things are designed. Sling enough vague pseudoscientific psychobabble leavened with a little flattery, and something’s bound to apply. But I digress. I do have a deliberate mind, and it does tend to operate more slowly than most. That serves well enough when it comes to spelunking a subject in-depth, but it’s murder for the short, sharp retort. Let’s not talk about the number of times I’ve started up from a deep sleep with the perfect witticism perched like a loaded flamethrower on my tongue – long after the target has left the building.

Crapola.

This being so, it’s good to pre-load oneself with a variety of short, sharp retorts suitable to a variety of common situations in which a snappy comeback is the must-have accessory of the season. For all of us with fine, deliberate minds, Capricorn or not, I bring you the first installment of the Short, Sharp Retort.

Retort to science makes people atheists: Oh, shit, we forgot to tell Ken Miller!

Alternates: Science doesn’t make people atheists, fundamentalists do.

And what’s wrong with that?

Retort to we must obey all of Christ’s teachings: So, I see your right eye has never offended you.

Alternates: Wonderful! You can start by shaking the dust from your sandals.

Which part of the Bible says you have to be an insufferable asshole?

There will be more Short, Sharp Retorts forthcoming as they occur to me. By all means, feel free to add your own.

The Short, Sharp Retort

Ladies and Gentlemen, It Is Open Season

The comments are unmoderated. Your opinions will be displayed without delay. Fire at will.

Saskboy takes top honors as my first commenter ever. It is truly an historic occasion, and I wish I had some sort of prize to commemorate it with. Perhaps an official En Tequila Es Verdad shot glass? Must design one…

I’d like to extend a heartfelt ¡bienvenido! to all the Cynics who dropped by today. So glad you could make it south, sorry about the administration and all, excellent to see you, pour yourselves a drink, won’t you? Thank you all for that wonderful tea party LuLu hosted. Isn’t it a delight when we can all sit down and be so civilized together?

(What’s this I hear? It’s April 1st? The Challenge is over?)

Holy fucking shit, so it is! April Fool’s Day, even so! I’m sure we’ll have a plethora of fools to fuck with. And I can now trot out my favorite proverb: April showers bring May fucktards.

Let the mayhem begin.

Ladies and Gentlemen, It Is Open Season