Evil Bobby (with a name like that, he should know) tells me that Darth Vader’s little brother Chad Vader is working as a night manager at a grocery store in Madison. I’m going to have to suggest to my son that he look the place up and toss a tangelo down one of the ventilation shafts, just to see what happens.
These things are always a gross oversimplification, but go ahead, take the Worldview Quiz. It uses 23 questions to put you on a two-axis grid with Carl Sagan in one corner, and Pat Robertson in another. Guess which one I call “neighbor”?
Your rating on science vs. non-science: 10
Your rating on progress for humankind: 10
Your position on the worldview spectrum: (10,10)
Here’s my score and some definitions.
I’ve just been informed by Karl Mogel that we’re all doomed. A creature of immense size has been spotted on Google maps—it’s an insect longer than a football field, and it is devastating Germay.
Despite all the discussion, no one is talking about the important issue: how to get rid of it. From my knowledge of giant monsters, I can say one thing: don’t nuke it. It will only make it stronger.
What we really need to do is to rouse a giant lizard from the Sea of Japan and lure him to Europe.
…until cheap-ass animation was replaced by machinima.
Nothing has changed out here, Sandy—people still fight over Vikings in Minnesota. I live just a few miles from the Kensington Runestone Museum, and I know better than to dispute it now. (Nah, not really. If some asks, I’ll tell ’em I think the runestone is a hoax.)
I get a lot of mail from publishers, and this one had me going for a moment…one thing I don’t get is much mail from right-wing sources (other than the usual excoriations, of course.) This one looks so much like authentic Republican PR that it took a moment for it to sink in.
Speaking from the heart, not from the brain, this legendary Commander-in-Chief takes us on a journey through his momentous life. The great man we hear here displays his mother’s steely resolve and vindictive temper, his father’s keen mastery of language, and his own unique gift of deciding.
That’s a work of genius…satire that sneaks up on you. I almost trashed it before I realized what it was.
Don’t miss the movie! I may have to buy the book.
…just for an excuse to have this wedding cake.
(Don’t worry, Mary—I want the bride to be the same person I married the first time.)
