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Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Welcome Edwin Kagin and Blasphemous Blogging to FtB — now we can all look forward to more ferociously avuncular savaging of religion here.
I’m still getting submissions, and I’m still getting asked how to make a submission. It’s easy! Write an essay of whatever length moves you on why you are an atheist, format it simply (just text is best, don’t get fancy on me so I have to fuss with it), and email it to pzmyers@gmail.com, and I’ll toss it into my special WIAAA folder.
Then be patient.
The procedure I use is to open the folder, give it a flick with a mouse gesture to scroll to some place in the list, close my eyes, and click somewhere. Whatever I randomly select is what I post that day. You really are just seeing a random sample of the mailbag.
There are currently about 700 entries waiting in the queue, and more are trickling in every day. I post one a day, so that means that if you send me an entry, it might get posted tomorrow, or it might get posted two years from now. Please don’t write and ask me when your submission will be posted: I don’t know. You’re better off praying to the gods of chance.
I can do this thing. I’m making a big push today to get students prepared for my final exam, and I’m making myself available in the bioclub room to provide tutorials and reviews all afternoon — I kind of expect maybe 3 or 4 students to show up, which has been my past experience, so I’ve also got my big stack of term papers to grade during all the long lonely gaps. The grind will be done, though, and then aside from proctoring an exam Thursday morning and another stack of grading, I’ll be done! And it will be like Christmas! The real Christmas!
(Episode CCLXXXII: Louis C.K., Ph.D.)
He seems to be smarter about evolution than the creationists, that’s for sure.
(Episode CCLXXXI: Contrived outrage!.)
Ah, Fox & Friends joining forces with the War on Christmas — can it get any more ludicrous?
It’s a holiday tree. It’s a christmas tree. It’s a pagan relic. It’s gaily decorated fluff. It’s a dead tree. Call it whatever you want! Jeebus, people. Are you going to tell me I can’t call it a big-ass stick with glitter?
(Episode CCLXXX: Islamic silliness.)
Mary has tallied up the Molly votes, and told me to announce the winner for the month of October days ago, and finally, I wake up from the end-of-semester workload to do my job here. The winner is…
A. Noyd
See? I get around to it all eventually. Now you have to leave nominations for November right here in the comments.
The Pharyngula shop is doing OK. However, my goal of reaching Richard Branson levels of obscene wealth isn’t quite here yet — we have only sold 66 Pharyngula t-shirts. That number should be 666. Please increase your materialistic consumption of crass site-labeled merchandise ten-fold, immediately.
That will be all.
Further imperatives to increase consumption quota will follow at a later date.
Since I got to listen to an Islamicist babble yesterday, you get served a summary today.
