Open thread for general revilement

I’ve just seen Mooney and Kirshenbaum’s latest eruption of petulance, and I also see that people are commenting away in various threads here. I really can’t get to it until later, and I can’t say that I’m enthusiastic about addressing such a flaccid blubbery bit of self-pity anyway, so let this thread be the central place for teeth-gnashing, fulminations, denunciations, or defenses. Or if you’ve got anything else interesting to say, feel free to announce it.


You’re also supposed to read this, which should cover most of the scatological expressions of outrage.

Iran

The simple summary:

As the video says, the country is shutting down the flow of information, clamping down on the internet — that alone would tell me that something nasty has been going down in the government there. Information should flow freely, and I’ve run across one set of instructions for setting up a proxy server under Windows, and one for Linux. I run neither…does anyone have similar instructions for BSD or Mac OS X Unix?

Otherwise, feel free to talk about the new source of chaos in the Middle East.

Bride of the Thread That Will Not Die

The endless thread continues. Our creationist cretins in the old thread are still jabbering away, making progressively less sense as time goes by, and various sub-themes continue to branch from it, but I can’t keep track of it all. Talk about whatever you want here.

One subject I might suggest is what to do with Alan Clarke and RogerS, the two babblers who keep this stuff going. I know, you’re like a bunch of tigers with a cat toy, and you’re all battering these guys back and forth, but they are getting old and stale — they’re clearly brain-dead, and Alan, a supposed computer professional, can’t even fix his web page. It’s nice that they’re confined to limited threads, but in case you hadn’t noticed, Scienceblogs is currently running on an old Commodore with a 1200 baud modem, so these bloated threads are a bit of a strain.

Keep them around for entertainment value? Boot ’em? Give Alan a deadline to fix his web page, or then kick his dilatory butt from the blog? You call it.

The thread that will not die

This comment thread, which has been going on since February — I close them when they climb up to around a thousand comments, open a fresh one, and then you guys fill it up again. I threatened to close it off permanently, but participants told me not to…and if I did, I’m sure it would just erupt somewhere else.

So here it is, again. I’m pretty sure I’ll have to open up a “bride of the thread that will not die” and “son of the thread that will not die” and “second cousin’s boyfriend’s brother-in-law’s thread that will not die” someday. I am resigned to it.

Open thread

I am mired in meetings today (yes, it’s summer, I’m on a 9 month appointment, and I’m also on sabbatical…but necessity has roped me in yet again). I’m going to be wrestling with academic obligations almost all day, so you’re going to have to entertain yourselves for a bit. Here’s an open thread, say what you think!

For a little ferocious inflammatory commentary to prime the pump, here’s Pat Condell.

Open thread. Frog vent the blast core.

Let me just say: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHRGGGHG. It’s the last week of classes here; I have to finish a big pile of grading, and there’s a hogshead of administrative work hanging over my head. I also chose, freely and of my own irresponsible will, to flit off to New York for a pleasant weekend with a mob of science nerds and English majors (and unholy chimeras of the two), which has put me even further behind. I’m stepping away from my thin metal and glass interface to the universe of the interweebles to get some work done. You’ll just have to chat among yourselves about something or other for a while.

I will be back later. I’ve got a long post in the works about my horrendous evil flight back home that I’ll have to share with you. Well, the flight itself wasn’t so bad, but it had Eagleton and Fish and Samuel L. Jackson in it, so it got ugly for a while. I shall purge myself of those evil thoughts once this pile of earnest, thoughtful student labors is converted into soulless but judgmental rows of numbers in a spreadsheet.