Hmmm. Maybe I should try some of these techniques.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Hmmm. Maybe I should try some of these techniques.
Oh, no—this article about Craig Schaffer in America’s Finest News Source reminds me of me.
Eddy said he has tried repeatedly to pull Schaffner back from the precipice of lucidity.
“I admit, science might be great for curing diseases, exploring space, cataloguing the natural phenomena of our world, saving endangered species, extending the human lifespan, and enriching the quality of that life,” Eddy said. “But at the end of the day, science has nothing to tell us about the human soul, and that’s a critical thing Craig is missing. I would hate for his soul to be lost forever because of a stubborn doubt over the actual existence and nature of that soul.”
This is perfect: a crossword puzzle, with the answers filled in as a scientist would, and then as a creationist would. Very cute—the creationist answers don’t fit!
They will argue, of course, that the problem is our metaphysical insistence on using words that fit the grid and address the clues.
You know, I hadn’t noticed before, but if you give Fred Thompson a wig there is a bit of a resemblance…
Of course, the similarities that count are deep down.
There isn’t enough sacrilege going on here, so I’ve thrown a few pictures that must offend someone below the fold.
This is the last day to donate to the “Send Scalzi to the Creation Circus” game. Come on, people: if ever you’ve read one of his books, you know you want to torment him. Go ahead, get even. (Hmm…appealing to the extremely tiny population that has ever read a Scalzi book may not be the most potent strategy for mustering contributions I’ve come up with.)
It’s true. This is pretty much how I start my day, every day.
What is that little junior assistant Satan’s name, anyway? I bet it’s nothing as cool as “PHARYNGULA, THE HARVESTER OF STILLBORN SOULS!”.
Uh-oh. My actual identity has been exposed, and one of my true forms has actually been published in a publication of the American popular press. Now people are going to understand why I am so pro-choice: “I AM PHARYNGULA, THE HARVESTER OF STILLBORN SOULS!”
About the English thing—I’ve been working on it, ‘k? And I have no idea who the cheerleader chick is.
Otherwise, though, sure, that’s exactly what I look like. Horns, red glowing eyes, muscles like boulders stuck under my skin, armful of squirming babi…hey, wait a minute. What’s with the babies? “I’m a fierce demon and I’m gonna kick your ass…right after I change little Phillipe’s diaper and settle Brittany with a bottle. Hey, know any lullabyes?” What kind of demon is all motherly? And where are the tentacles? They left off the tentacles and drew me with freaking RUG RATS?
All I’ve got is this one panel from DC’s “Countdown” series (thanks for sending it, Marc!). I hope he at least has the power to stun his opponents with boring lectures on development, genetics, and molecular biology. And that he puts the babies down now and then. Maybe he runs a daycare?
P.S. I just got a note from Jim Kakalios: the cheerleader is Mary Marvel, and he’s wearing dead babies. At least that minimizes the fuss of taking care of them, and opens the door to dead baby jokes. Hmmm…I wonder if he’d get offended at dead baby jokes? He might take them very personally, you know.
Dubito Ergo Sum has a scan of the full page. Pharyngula has some unpleasant dietary preferences, it seems.
Oh, crap. Tristero throws me into despair with this sad quote.
Science is a gift of God to all of us and science has taken us to a place that is biblical in its power to cure,” said Speaker Nancy Pelosi, Democrat of California, arguing for the bill’s passage. “And that is the embryonic stem cell research.”
And here I’ve got a “Pelosi ’07” bumper sticker on my car. How could she say something so idiotic? None of the Democrats are meeting my minimal standards for competence so far.
