It’s good to finally have clarity on what we’re doing here at FreethoughtBlogs.
Freethought Blogs does not have a mission statement. It will never have a mission statement.
It’s pure raging chaos here! Yay!
Jehovah’s Witnesses once again confirm that they’re a mob of dour, po-faced killjoys. Watch MommyJW suck all the joy of of SonJW’s life, in the name of her invisible deity.
Remarkable, isn’t it, that the all-knowing, all-powerful, all-loving cosmic creator of the universe is so very concerned about a child’s plastic toy…and not even the toy itself, but whether the fictional backstory of the toy accords properly with dogma.
(Episode CCCXXXIV: Eject! Eject! Eject!.)
I knew this was going to happen. It’s been a long day and night of travel, and of course you filled up the endless thread. So quick! Get out!
(Episode CCCXXXIII: Eyjafjallajökull.)
Alas, this is my very last day in Iceland. I’m packing up and cleaning up, and heading off to the airport this afternoon, then flying for 6 hours. I estimate that I’ll get home about 10pm Central time, when I will flop into bed and may not move for a long, long time.
You know what that means: the blog will be neglected even more than it has lately. Behave yourselves! I don’t want to get home to find beer spilled all over the carpet and bras dangling from the ceiling fan. If you’ve left bloody creationist entrails all over the place…well, that’s OK. I’ll clean those up when I get home.
Also when I get home, I’ll be putting up the much-delayed Carnival of Evolution. It’s been delayed because Iceland happened, and I’ve been terribly distracted by marvels of nature. Sadly, my laptop also seems to be dying a death of paroxymal seizures — I’m hoping to be able to diagnose it and fix it when I get home, and barring that, I’ll be able to use one of the other laptops at home, but right now I’m limited to the iPad, which isn’t so great for longer writing projects.
So, epic foreign saga time is almost over, look for Pharyngula to be back to its old self Monday morning.
I was out and about this part of Iceland yesterday and today.
It’s gotten much, much calmer now, fortunately.
Here’s a promotional video for this place I’m at. One thing: it mentions the midnight sun. This is not a plus. It’s 2am here right now, and it’s still light out. It’s not making it easy to sleep.
(Episode CCCXXXI: Working on the tone.)
Clearly, the jokers that have been babbling means that we have to step up a notch to Zombie Clowns.
Apparently, I’ve been doing it wrong — I need to demand that you bring me beer.
(Episode CCCXXX: People I’ve talked to.)
I’ve been in Anderson Cooper’s position a few times: having a conversation with someone defending the indefensible. I feel some sympathy for this poor woman: she’s probably of average intelligence, and has just discovered that she has to defend hatred and ignorance on television…and she discovers that falling back on the authority of her pastor isn’t enough.
(via Mano)
The current crop is certainly fitting the theme of The Zombie Thread: dull, dumb, mindless, and repetitive. You keep filling ’em up, though, I’ll keep knocking ’em down.
