Oh, that guy

Rebecca Watson is going off to China, and she’s already getting veiled threats from some guy called ShenzhenTony. Who? Rebecca did some sleuthing, found out his real name is Tony Ryan, and further, discovered that he’d been formerly known around the web as Coffee Loving Skeptic…and I remember that ass! He was at the center of one of the more surreal bits of psycho MRA drama back in 2012. Coffee Loving Skeptic was one of many skeptics who totally lost their mind over ElevatorGate, who raged at Rebecca Watson, and flung bits of spittle my way on Twitter.

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CFI rebukes a whole lotta jerks

CFI has made an official statement about Melody Hensley, PTSD, and harassment, calmly pointing out the facts…which entirely support Hensley, and reinforces the assessment of certain vicious fucking loons who’ve been running a long-term harassment campaign of being…well, vicious fucking loons. Loons with a lot of time on their hands. Loons who troll.

I stand with Melody, as I have all along.

Signs of the coming apocalypse

Duck Dynasty is being translated into a musical theater production.

Undertaking one of the more audacious theater projects in recent years, the Robertsons — known for their long beards, duck-hunting merchandise and occasional inflammatory remark — are moving to expand their Louisiana-based multimedia franchise with “The Duck Commander Family Musical.” The 90-minute show, with actors playing the family members from A&E’s “Duck Dynasty” as they celebrate the family’s long history from rags to riches, hopes to open in February at the Rio hotel and casino, where the Chippendales show and Penn & Teller are now running.

Nausea writhes uneasily in the belly of this beast.

Draggin’

Not feeling at all well, and I’ve got no reserves for anything outside of doing my job. Go browse around those other blogs on FtB, ’cause I’m about to crawl into work and exhaust myself with labs and lecture, and then I’m going to crawl home again and curl up in a small ball of misery.

Don’t worry, I’m not stupid, and have made an appointment to see a doctor tomorrow.

I do enjoy a good haunted house

It’s really a shame I just now found out about the Haunted Basement in Minneapolis. And I had to find out about it in the New Yorker!

Housed directly beneath the Soap Factory galleries, in the building’s grimy, raw underground space, the Haunted Basement consists of a series of rooms, or scenes, each created by an emerging artist. Despite (or perhaps because of) its highbrow origins, it’s generally agreed to be the freakiest haunted house in town—only adults are allowed in, dressed in closed-toe shoes and a protective face mask, and armed with a safe word (“uncle”), just in case. Visitors enter in groups but often get separated as they move through the twelve-thousand-square-foot space; they can expect to crawl, climb, and run, to get covered in gore, and, in 2013, to be stuffed into a coffin by a toothless man in an orange jumpsuit. The entire experience lasts a brief but intense twenty minutes, though nearly a hundred people bailed out early this year by crying uncle.

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