It’s all the cat’s fault.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
It’s all the cat’s fault.
He really is stupid wanker—it’s no wonder his followers have problems.
(via Atheist in a mini van)
If you had a lonely Valentine’s Day, it’s my fault. I should have passed along these infallible Darwinian pick-up lines to you.
It’s not too late, though…there’s a weekend coming up, try them out and let us all know how it works out.
The Austin Atheist posted this strange documentary about life in Austin, Texas. I’m pretty sure this can’t possibly be satire, but since I’ve never been to Austin, I could be wrong.
Maybe it’s a mistake, and this is actually a documentary about Orange County. Is there an Austin in California?
“Experts are scum.” That’s the amusing interpretation of Lore Sjöberg, and even better, Kieran Healy finds an entertaining example. I use Wikipedia fairly often, but it is not for anything with much depth or controversy—even fake controversy, like issues in evolution. And one serious difficulty (which is going to be endemic to any human endeavor) is that some people are jerks.
While it’s nice to have the Dilbonians* still whimpering and howling in frustration and fury, here’s an even better testimonial to my talents:
PZ, I’m sorry I slighted you. I now have seen the light. You lull your victims into a false sense of security by manifesting as a mild-mannered biology prof, but in reality you are an unspeakably hideous hybrid of Cthulhu and the Flying Spaghetti Monster, living in a shadow lair beyond time and space, called Minnesota. You suck your victims’ brains out through their eye sockets and gorge until sated. You are the very embodiment of evil.
I am well pleased. I shall let him live a little longer, although I may have to sup on his bandwidth a bit more.
*What I’m finding amusing right now is all the Dilbert fans who are showing up in the comments and complaining that I’m obsessed and that I need to stop picking on poor Scott Adams…5 days after I wrote the post. I wonder; do they think the post goes away when they don’t look at it, and I’m busily retyping it over and over again so it’ll be there when they look a second time? Peek-a-boo is cute when played with 2 year olds, but I expect people who know how to use the internet to have mastered the concept of object permanency.
