This is going to be a movie I’ll want to see.
This is going to be a movie I’ll want to see.
I’ll be hanging out at the Bellagio for the next few days, with a very busy schedule. You’re going to fill this thread up fast, aren’t you?
(Episode CCCII: Happy Lupercalia!.)
Laci Green always looks so cheerful.
(Episode CCCI: Is Breitbart drunk, or always this stupid?.)
Here at Freethoughtblogs, there is no uniform commenting policy — each of us sets our own. Libby Ann has set down her rules, and they’re rather more soft and conciliatory towards religious apologists than mine are (you know mine: a theist shows up here, it’s like ringing the dinner bell, and my only concern is that you don’t leave a mess on the carpets)—and that’s OK! Respect them while you visit.
If you’re slavering with fury over some bit of ditzy apologia at another blog, you’re instead welcome to take advantage of an open thread here and snarl away at them. It’s exactly the kind of thing I encourage.
The voices of the Right in this country all seem to be this demented.
(Episode CCC: An empathetic, thoughtful Republican?.)
I thought they went extinct. But here’s one from the debate on gay marriage in the Washington state legislature.
(Episode CCXCIX: Secular America).
We have some additions to FtB: Biodork, a sciencey/skeptical nerd from Minneapolis (have you noticed how much of a seething hotbed of godlessness Minnesota is?) and Love, Joy, Feminism, a blog by a happy escapee from the quiverful movement.
You should go read them now.
You will never escape freethoughtblogs now, will you…we shall achieve total world domination soon. The logo redesign is in progress, but I’m thinking now it ought to be a burning eye, staring out at you from the top right corner of every page.
The blog just hasn’t been surreal enough lately.
I’m celebrating that it’s over. Yay!
Post-game chatter about the game, the half-time event, the commercials, all go here. I’ll stay out of it, not knowing anything about it.
I guess the biggest news about the football game was Madonna’s performance at the half-time. Here it is.
It was cheesy, overblown, grandiose pop. She delivered exactly what was expected of her, competently and with talent. I don’t quite understand all the hating that’s been going on — is it just that women over 40 are always going to get slammed for not being women under 20?