Since Thursday, Wiley has been running a series of
strips mocking
bloggers. I’m beginning to feel opressed.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
It’s true—Ken Ham has a whole team of expert fabricators working for him. We knew that all along, of course.
When she’s not making up stories about me, I’ve dragged Grrlscientist out to do some traditional midwestern things…like bowling. She has an interesting style—the fling-and-butt-flop, caught here on camera.
You can see the position of the ball. It doesn’t look like a strike to me.
I do have more photos.
That is not my picture, I’ll have you know, and although last night’s party was lightly attended, it was quite pleasant, with plenty of food and good conversation, and it went on until midnight. I had no idea how louche Grrlscientist was, though…I should have gotten a photo of her dancing on the table with the lampshade on her head, but I figured it would be breaking her anonymity to publish it.
At least he didn’t reveal my secret identity as mild-mannered biologist, Dr PZ Myers.
Man, you can shoot the pope and still get a job in this administration.
Well. If I were a “single-celled, parasitic protozoan known for infections that sometimes last for years, which may be accompanied by vague gastrointestinal distress or dysentery—complete with blood and mucus in the stool”, I’d feel grossly insulted by this comparison.
(I’m one to talk…”pmyers” turns up in a trypanosome.)
