Ooops, traveling, the thread filled up. Here’s something quick to tide you over.
(Episode CCLX: Paleontologists are rock stars.)
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Ooops, traveling, the thread filled up. Here’s something quick to tide you over.
(Episode CCLX: Paleontologists are rock stars.)
They get They Might Be Giants to write songs about them, after all.
Episode CCLIX: Fictional serial killers are more aware than Christians.
It’s always good to see more atheist role models in the media.
(Episode CCLVIII: A message from Obama.)
On 1 September, we added another wave of bloggers to Freethoughtblogs.
It is now 1 October. Like clockwork, we have yet another wave incoming. I’ve organized them geographically, to help you realize how we’re closing in on you.
You should fear us. The awesomeness is rising, right on schedule. You now realize that you must visit the Freethoughtblogs home page every day, and then…not bother to leave.
Hmmm. Are there any other worthy godless blogs out there to which we should extend a pseudopod prior to absorption?
It’s all about geeky mathy sciencey love, the finest kind of them all. And of course Fourier transforms are fantastically beautiful!
(Also on Sb)
I am so bogged down in work…I’m clinging on to the faint hope of liberation as all my deadlines are past next Tuesday (and they will be met! They must!), but until then, I’m thoroughly tied up and sweating over a gazillion things that have to be finished right now. So blogging will be light for a bit.
Until I’ve leapt past the work essentials though, I’d like to keep you occupied, so I’m open for insults. Vent over my failures and laziness by calling me names in the thread below. Try to be creative; zoological insults are particularly appreciated, and please avoid trite scatology.
I’m going back to the word processor, so the time to start is…NOW.
(Also on Sb)
Yeah, we are a rather weird bunch.
(Episode CCLVI: America’s Best Christian explains prayer.)
Lookie there…Jen McCreight of Blag Hag has moved in to the commune, and she’s already complaining about the kitchen responsibilities and bedroom noises. She better keep her hands off the cartons labeled “PZ” in the refrigerator.
This video makes me wonder who taxidermized Chuck Testa.
(Episode CCLIV: The worst song ever recorded)
