Whillikers has found a most excellent scientific paper. If that’s what physics is like, you should see the noise we get in biology.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Whillikers has found a most excellent scientific paper. If that’s what physics is like, you should see the noise we get in biology.
This is a war between two worldviews, which Skip explains nicely. Here’s the short summary.
| Wisdom | Ignorance | Biologists love boobies, beavers, and the weenus! | Creationists fear boobies, beavers, and the weenus. |
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Which side would you rather be on?
A reader brought Crap I Drew on My Lunch Break to my attention—I like it. The artist understands us godless people and our love of puppy dog dinners and satanic rituals, and she doesn’t seem fond of Intelligent Design creationism. It’s on my list of regular webcomics to read.
Evolution, the beer, that is.
Poor George. He got bumped from a £3600 a night hotel room by Mick Jagger.
Isn’t that a little extravagant for a public servant, anyway?
You tell me…should I be flattered at all the email coming in from people saying that the phrase “flailing around like a lubed-up squid” brought me immediately to their mind?
Maybe it was the erotic resonance of the image that elicits that prompts the association…
Please don’t tell me I’m the only one who detects the erotic resonance.
Not only do we learn where Tiktaalik came from, but we get an explanation for why the prayer study flopped!
Important efficacy tip: stash your porn in a lead-lined safe before praying.
My own daughter, a participant in the blogospheric War on Easter…where did I go wrong right?
The Folk Era was a special time in America, a time of innocence, when people sang Kumbaya and really meant it. When banjo music got airplay and Burl Ives had groupies. No one knows what caused the folk era, and scientists are studying what can be done to prevent it from ever happening again.
The nice people at royzimmerman.com have sent me another CD, The Best of the Foremen. They tell me this group was especially popular with biologists (I can see it—songs about wallowing in whale guts and what we euphemistically call “firing the Surgeon General” are always well received by us), and that SJ Gould had them play at his wedding. I can’t argue with Gould! Not any more at least.
Self-mocking folkies are always fun to listen to. Check ’em out.
