Don’t you just love how Tom Tomorrow can find the silver lining in every cloud?
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Note the headline on our student newspaper.
It refers to the fact that our football team played Trinity Bible College’s and beat them by a damnable 67 to zip…and that we’ve probably got a smart-ass heretic on the newspaper staff.
Oh, boy…Boingboing mentions something squid-related and everyone sends me email. Should I mention that I brought up Squid Soap back in August? (Hah! That Doctorow fellow thinks he’s so cutting edge. Poseur.) However, Craig Clarke just sent me some information on a holy cruciform-shaped scrub brush, and it seems to me that we have to get these two products together.
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If you’re going to wash away the sins of the world, you ought to do it with squid soap, I think.
I have found the Lord. I pray that I won’t have to witness him “speaking”, though.
Thank van Kempen for leading me to my salvation.
I can’t tell if this is funny or not, because even humorous presentations of GW Bush make me want to snarl. I leave it to you to judge.
Pat Hayes wonders about the sensibilities of Minnesotans:
What is it about Minnesota — the cold winter weather, perhaps — that seemingly helps our northern neighbors see this issue more clearly than others?
You might also note that Canadians aren’t mired in a bloody mess in Iraq, either, suggesting that there is some bracing quality to the Northlands.
I’ll tell you the secret. Superconducting silicaceous brains.
(via Language Log)
Now we’ve got unconfirmed rumors that Steve Irwin was born again shortly before he died. You may recall that Charles Darwin was also tarred with claims of a deathbed conversion, too.
The message is clear. Don’t convert, or you’ll die.
The only question is whether it’s Jesus that does the execution, or whether wandering evangelicals are actually serial killers. And since I don’t believe in Jesus…
What a shocking realization: Opus and I have a lot in common. Same purpose, the fondness for squid and cold weather…I don’t think I’m a penguin, though.
It is a most excellent godless sermon.
