You’re all looking forward to Skepticon (9-11 November, in Springfield, Missouri), but did you know you could preorder your very own Skepticon5 t-shirt right now?
And because we’re special, the Pharyngula Horde gets a special code: enter “CrocoduckLives” in the box, and you will get a free surprise gift with your t-shirt order. It probably won’t explode or shower you with razor-sharp shrapnel or stab you or poop on you. Probably. But does it matter? It will be a surprise!


Whatever it is, it’s the only thing I’ve ever wanted! Maybe it’s tangled-up Christmas lights! Or unlabelled booze! Wide-mouth too!
Can I buy a shirt even if I have no intention of ever going to a con?
Pickle Suprise?
Ok, screw it, I am GOING to Skepticon. I’ve got Airfare Watchdog sending me fares; as soon as I see something under $200, I’m getting it.
Now I just have to budget out the Women in Secularism con…
I’m not sure I want the surprise then.
So that my comment isn’t irrelevant, I’m ordering a T-shirt.
Now the irrelevant stuff. I looked all over FtB and can’t find a thing on this. Its ridiculous, and I’m not an archeologist.
The Archaeological Evidence For Jesus (PHOTOS)
Don’t get excited there are no photos of Jesus, god hasn’t provided any. I did find this rather irreverent individual, who also has some sense of archeology:
The Subversive Archaeologist
Its worth a read if you’re interested in old human stuff.
Surprise? Hmm. I like nice surprises. Okay. I’ll pre-order the Skepticon t-shirt. It’s for a great cause too!
@Rick
Yeah there’s a lot of wishful thinking out there.
There seems to be some evidence that the gospel descriptions of 1st century Jerusalem were originally written by someone who knew the place, and the names of some major public figures, but none at all of the historicity of Jesus (even if the ossuary is genuine, how common were the names Joseph, James and Jesus at the time?).
It’s the Dan Brown reader syndrome – it can’t be fiction if some of it is true (and you really, really want it to be real)
So, no bobcats, then?
Darn. Maybe next time.