It is once again the time to mark the joyous occasion of The Great Tentacled One’s completion of another orbit around our sun. Longtime readers of mine may recall that in February of 2011, PZ Myers published my little screed In Defense of Mockery on Pharyngula. At the time I was a fledgling blogger, and hardly knew whether I might be any good at this writing stuff. That boost of confidence—and the readers I gained that day—meant the world to me then, and now. By 2013 when PZ posted Casualties of War, I had come a long way in a short time, thanks in no small part to his generosity and encouragement. But this past year? He brought some serious next-level shit, man: he invited me to write for Freethought Blogs (!!!). For all of this and more, PZ has my undying affection and appreciation.
Today I will be celebrating the good professor by imbibing squid ink cocktails and copious amounts of calamari.
Happy birthday, my friend.
Long may we mock.
Barchetta’s Spezia cocktail.
vodka, caper brine and squid ink, whole caperberry garnish
Now normally on these sacred occasions, I’d post some of PZ’s more trenchant blurbs, culled from his writings over the previous year. Just a sentence or two that strike me, like this one (perhaps my all time favorite):
[I]magine the culture we would live in now if, instead of a dead corpse on an instrument of torture, our signifier was a child staring in wonder at the stars. –PZ Myers
But in the past year the world has changed. For example, US government policy is now dictated by a madman via 140 character tweets in the middle of the night (Eastern Standard Time). So in keeping with the zeitgeist, please enjoy these pithy bon mots from the master:
Fuck you, Grandma. –PZ Myers
I could be quite happy with an octopus arm transplant. –PZ Myers
Stop me before I #ChristianMingle. –PZ Myers
So fuck the police. –PZ Myers
I’ll smack hope a few more times with a ball peen hammer and see if I can’t get it under control. –PZ Myers
OK, motherfucker, then do it. –PZ Myers
Stoned fish are so much more cooperative. –PZ Myers
Hate is a strong word, but not strong enough for my feelings.-PZ Myers
Go fuck yourself. –PZ Myers