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.
I’m a Pacific Northwest boy at heart, so how could I not enjoy these gorgeous timelapse scenes from Oregon? Although I have to protest that there aren’t enough scenes from the coast or the green valleys of the Willamette — but then, it’s got an astronomy bias and the skies are not clear as often. I suppose a timelapse of winter skies like seething gray oatmeal is just not as photogenic.
(Episode CCLXXVIII: Evolution, sorta.)
You will all be distraught to learn that, once again, the godless atheists have fired off more hate speech at Christmas. Atheist households all around the world will be playing this spittle-flecked rant to their children for the next month or so.
Also, Australian Christmas just inverts everything that is right and good. It’s positively hellish.
(Episode CCLXXVI: An animal with style.)
(via Token Skeptic).
It’s just not right that I’m so drab and the flamboyant cuttlefish can be so…flamboyant.
(Episode CCLXXV: You aren’t in church right now, are you?.)
You know, this is an incredibly busy time of the year for me: the semester is winding down, students are freaking out, I’ve got vast scary piles of grading, and I’m committing to large amounts of time to small group tutorial sessions. I’m swamped. So when some fucking idiot named Chris decides to flaunt his inanity by spamming the site with German song lyrics in an attempt to a) drown out the conversation (selfish pig), and b) demonstrate his pathetic programming skills, requiring me to spend a half-hour tracking down and cleaning up his mess, I get furious. So furious at his arrogance and destructive efforts that I’m going to give you the information he used to login before he switched to an anonymizer. He used a pseudonym, py.ohlin@gmail.com, at the IP address 74.43.13.138 , static-74-43-13-138.fnd.frontiernet.net. He’s a spammer whose sole talent seems to be the ability to copy-paste repetitively.
In response, to prevent further abuse at the hands of brain-damaged morons like “Chris”, I’m going to have to implement comment registration. I’m switching it on temporarily this afternoon. Try to make it work. If it doesn’t, I’ll be switching it off at 4pm Central so you can voice your complaints and tell me what’s wrong. If you can’t comment in the next few hours, tinker and figure out how to register. If you can’t, come back this evening when the registration requirement is turned off again, and we’ll figure out how to make it work for all the honest, responsible commenters.
Because there are far better things you could be doing with your time.
