Why do all the cartoonists keep making fun of me?
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
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…)
If I am to succeed in my goal of overthrowing all of Western Civilization, I must continue to gather notoriety and credibility. To that end, I’ll mention my latest victory: I am mentioned in a webcomic. Look closely at the pile of magazines drawn in the lower left panel…there I am! Soon I shall dominate all media!
Ginny has also acknowledged my ubiquity and puissance by mentioning this cartoon to me, which apparently portrays life at my house.
Wait…you don’t think she was being sarcastic, do you?
You need a website that chronicles instances of giant Jeeebi. These aren’t mere graven images, these are graven mega-images of apocalyptic proportions, which really ought to bring down the wrath of the Lord already.
Another of the virtues of rural living: the coverage of my area by google maps/earth/etc. is pathetic. The rest of you, though, better watch out.
I’m going to the DFL caucus tomorrow night, and after seeing this video I’m thinking I ought to throw my vote to Mike Huckabee.
Maybe I can convince a few others to join me if I dress sexy enough.
British educational programs are astounding. I caught my daughter self-educating herself with this remarkable series of videos. The one below is on the brain — I learned stuff I’d never known before, and I have a Ph.D. from an Institute of Neuroscience!
