Sabbatical is over. Fall break is over. I haven’t retired yet. Time to get back in the classroom.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Sabbatical is over. Fall break is over. I haven’t retired yet. Time to get back in the classroom.
God and I apparently have similar outlooks on the future.
The people of the future are very different. They are made only of bones. Their shadows are of ash. They appear to like ruins and tiny fires.
—SMBC
I was walking home from the movie theater last night, when I saw the shadows of the trees thrown on the new-fallen snow by the streetlights. I thought it was pretty.
The movie I’d gone to see was Anaconda, the bonkers ‘reimagining’ of the original horror movie Anaconda from 1997, which had been bonkers already. All I can say of the new movie is that it was a goofy bit of fluff that the actors had fun with; I wouldn’t recommend either unless you just want to escape for an hour and a half. One strike against it, though: there is some graphic, brutal butchery of two majestically large CGI snakes.
Many people are turned off if a dog dies in a movie, I hope you feel the same about vicious killings of snakes.
Since some complained that my atheist creed video didn’t actually show the poster I had found, here — now you can see the poster. I also take a tour of my office wall.
That’s about the most boring thing I could imagine. It’s OK, we’ve had enough excitement here in Minnesota lately.
Tomorrow, though, I’m going to go to a protest nearby in Cyrus, and maybe to one in St Cloud on Sunday. You can look up ICE Out for Good near you and do something to voice your outrage. It’ll accomplish more than looking at a wall.
We’ve always had cat ladies.
A neolithic figurine depicting a goddess seated on a leopard, and holding a small leopard on her chest. Discovered in a house in Hacılar in Turkey, 5600 BCE, now housed at the Museum of Anatolian Civilizations in Ankara
These predictions are uncannily believable.
Is it supposed to be funny? It’s too true.
Guess where I’ve been this morning?
I had a blood vessel pop in my eye a while back, and I had a follow-up check-up today. My eyes are still there. I still have an annoying blind spot in my right eye, just north of center, and it’s never going to go away, right up to the day I die. Oh well.
My eyes are still good enough that I can see that annoying tuft of hair rising up vertically front and center in my scalp. I’m turning into Tintin. An old, bearded, gray Tintin. So it goes.
Now I have to stop for a while — I got the usual pupil dilation eyedrops. Everything is blurry with bright star-like fringes around it, and it hurts to look at the screen.
I think you’ll have no problem comprehending this.
Relatively speaking, Minneapolis is Birmingham, while I live somewhere in the Irish Sea off the coast of Dublin. We do have far fewer dialects over that distance.
It’s time for my traditional holiday activities. I have to cycle the fruit fly stocks. I need to feed the spiders. As a special treat, I’m setting up a pair of black widows for breeding, I hope. And then…the washing of the lab ware. There are many vials and containers that must be scrubbed.
I will get all that done today so I can slack off on Christmas Day, which will not be celebrated. We did not put up a Christmas tree, or any decorations. There will be no children in our house and no presents. The Christmas feast will be a simple casserole. Hell no, I’m not going to church.
I hope you all get to celebrate a mid-winter vacation in the manner of your choosing!
