As a parent who has read every single opus in the Seuss oeuvre multiple times, and as a parent of at least one such youngster who has since graduated to Dr Who fandom, today’s Sluggy had a special je ne sais quoi. Some of those books would have benefitted from the addition of Daleks, especially that promoter of parental abuse, Hop on Pop.
This is amusing, but isn’t George W. Bush also increasingly irrelevant?
(via Philosophy Monkey)
Where it doesn’t descend into bad poop jokes (the good poop jokes are funny), this collection of photoshopped book covers has its moments.
I like this one: it’s the book Brockman told Dawkins that he’d never get published, because it’s too controversial — although, of course, it would probably provoke exactly the same cries of outrage his last book did, for exactly the same reasons.
This book, on the other hand…what’s inappropriate about that? I want to own this!
It’s true! They’re all arcane tormentors who like to confuse us with arcane rules and weird nomenclature. One example should suffice to show the truth. (Don’t try and tell me that a formal taxonomy tries to call these creatures merely “brown”. That’s just as sneaky.)
What do you know … I write about Ken Ham’s behavior, and Darren Naish follows suit with a fascinating post with all the details. There’s even a paper about it.
One of our soldiers in Iraq leaves an interesting comment on the web:
Here’s a picture of me celebrating Ash Wednesday shortly before going out on mission. The Catholic Priest also blessed all of our Gun Trucks. You can’t ask for much more protection than that when doing Convoy Security. Unless of course, I painted a picture of a unicorn on the side of my Gun Truck. I don’t know anyone who could hurt a unicorn. Especially one that has magic dust. Those are my favorite.
I think he’s mocking the whole business, but I note that he’s still getting the magic ashes daubed on his forehead.
Let’s hope the fairy sprinkles work.
This is actually a disappointment. I was sure that scienceblogging gave one lightning quick driving reflexes, phenomenal sexual performance, the powers of the anti-christ, and the ability to write perfect copy with the first draft, but this comic seems to be implying that scienceblogging only gives you an excuse for falling short in those areas. Of course, I already have all of those abilities even without the scienceblogging biz, so this comic must be referring to all those other bloggers. Yeah, that’s it. I’ll keep telling myself that.
(via Chris Rowan, who got it from aphantic)
Hemant thinks he has a shot of winning an online poll to determine the sexiest atheist blogger. No way! I’m going to send you, my minions, over there to … uh … wait. You people are probably still in shock from that time I exposed my chest, aren’t you? Dang. I need to wait at least 20 or 30 years before those memories fade if I’m to stand a chance.
I voted for Greta Christina, anyway, and my second choice was C.L. Hanson.
People, what are you doing voting for me? That’s insane. Unless, of course, you’re one of those people who likes a bad boy with a hint of danger, even if he does look like Meatloaf or Jack Black … but as everyone who meets me says, I defuse even that with a mild and professorial air. Pick someone else!
Don’t let my students see this, or the scene portrayed here could be my classroom, someday.
(I think the creationists at least imagine that they’ll be able to rout science teachers so easily…)
