I get email

Yeah, I still get lots of this stuff.

Study am Right

human genus with child STAINS, died biology, more than genitalia.
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Imax movie further x Man sexy sense bible archaic…

Perpetrators within don’t realise who I refer to..

No fundamental understanding of human genus creativity normal as fuck yeah

Imax movie wanna have it made for conscience on screen had deep..

Kill shot, mental, lost life thus far

Basic morals

Boyfriend material not child Friern weirdly to romantic millions with grown adults

Famous type Star

Look below

I AM presence

Frustrates, can correct Life Form at every moment that took my private evidence which is ducking weird I mean existence and is. A pervert..

I’m a normal British civilian..

Around here no small talk

Paradox stains front two, inner of incisors, thinks NHS gender clinic lesss legit when are more legit than psychiatrist sectioned sector

Love is public failing in love

“*” men””” ” outside creepy and weird old
. Not in 29s 20s 35s idk

There were attachments. I will spare you.

This poor person desperately needs counseling and mental health assistance, but I’m not going to reveal their email address.

This summer will be no fun

I am committed to retiring as of May 2027. I’ve yet to talk to any administrators about it, but this has been such a terrible year — knees going kerblooiee over the summer, a bad fall last month — that I don’t think my body can keep up with all the pressure. I can make it one more year, I’m pretty sure, and then I get to live a worry-free life, lounging about the pool, sipping pina coladas, etc., that’s how it works, right?

But then I looked around my office…I have over 26 years of accumulated books, just books.

That’s less than half — there’s another set of shelves on the other side of the room. I’ve been shedding a few, mainly giving them out to students, but now they all have to go. I think this is the summer I have to clear everything out somehow. I’ll sell some, give away some, some are going to a landfill (I’ve got toxic creationist books that it would be irresponsible to release into the wild.) A while back, I gave away a lot of old textbooks to a charity that would ship them off to African schools, maybe I can look them up and give them a good home.

Then there’s the lab. I hope Mary doesn’t mind housing a lot of spiders.

Anyway, I think shutting down and cleaning up will be my major summertime project. That, and occasionally skipping off to observe more spiders.

My secrets exposed!

Several people have been asking how they can support the site, given our recent breakdown. I just want to say…don’t worry about it. It’s relatively inexpensive so far, and I have this patreon account that covers it 100% plus a bit more I can salt away for future emergencies. So sure, you can join that if you want to chip in a bit: it will be appreciated, and you get my videos commercial free and if ever my spiders start laying again, you’ll get cute and adorable spiderling photos.

However, I have also learned some surprising facts about myself from one of those cheesy AI-driven sites that claims to have inside information on ‘celebrities’ (they’re scraping the bottom of the celebrity barrel if they’re speculating about me.) But look at this!

PZ Myers is one of the richest Biologist from United States. According to our analysis, Wikipedia, Forbes & Business Insider, PZ Myers ‘s net worth $5 Million. (Last Update: December 11, 2023)

If I’m one of the richest biologists in the country, I pity the rest of you. And sorry, my net worth is nowhere near even a million. My main asset is my house, which is paid off, but is still only worth about $150K. I live in an area with low housing costs.

However, that isn’t the biggest surprise.

According to our records, PZ Myers is possibily single & has not been previously engaged. As of December 1, 2023, PZ Myers’s is not dating anyone.

Relationships Record : We have no records of past relationships for PZ Myers. You may help us to build the dating records for PZ Myers!

Form a line, ladies. One of the wealthiest biologists in the country is available!

You will have to fight your way past Mary, though.

We live, under the dead hand of Ed Brayton

Freethoughtblogs was first born out of conversations between myself and Ed Brayton in 2010-2011, when we were maximally disgusted with the direction the atheist movement was taking. So we set up our own little domain and tried to recruit fellow humanist/secular writers to fill up our pages. That was mostly successful, with a few setbacks now and then.

Then in 2020, Ed, who was suffering with a chronic illness, checked himself into a hospice and died, peacefully. He passed along all the logistical info for the website to me, we thought, so I had the account and password for our domain host, Bluehost. We kept cruising along.

Then Bluehost made a security enhancement: when I logged in, they would send a verification code to Ed, to make sure nothing underhanded was going on. Ed did not reply, for obvious reasons. So we can’t actually change anything about the domain, which again, was OK. We didn’t need to.

But then, Bluehost needed us to pay for their services. They sent notifications and bills to poor dear Ed, who didn’t care, and didn’t contact me in my dreams or anything, so those bills were unpaid. Ooops. Two weeks ago, they pulled the plug on freethoughtblogs.com. And no doubt sent an informative announcement to Ed, who didn’t notice.

So for the last two weeks, I’ve been shouting down phone lines and internet cables with the simple information that “ED IS DEAD, PLEASE UPDATE THE CONTACT INFORMATION AND FIX THE SITE”, and they would send me all these long legal forms that I would fill out with all the information that I had and send it back to them, and they would ignore me, and the next day I’d get into a conversation with a chatbot who would obliviously send me the same requests all over again.

Then this morning, a breakthrough. I didn’t try to update the information at all. I didn’t explain that Ed was dead. I just said, “I understand our bill is past due, here is my credit card number, can I please pay everything off?” and they said “Yes, we would be delighted to take your money” and they did, and they pushed a button, and our service is restored.

The only drawback is that freethoughtblogs is a company that is still officially owned by a ghost. No one cares as long as we the living pay the bills.

I paid up for five years in advance, so remind me in 2031 that I, or someone, needs to generously cough up a few bucks in Ed’s name.

For now, we can resume slapping words on a wall.

I’m not going to be an entitled old man

We’re cool, kids

I was sent a link to an intensely irritating article. It was by an old man complaining that his kids don’t email or call him enough, so he decided to test them.

Eleven weeks ago, I made a decision that felt both petty and necessary. I stopped being the one who always called first. No more Sunday morning check-ins, no more “just thinking of you” texts, no more being the family communication hub. I simply stopped reaching out to my three adult children and waited to see how long it would take them to notice.

The silence that followed taught me more about modern family dynamics than any parenting book ever could.

Then he’s annoyed about how long it took them to respond, and wasn’t sufficiently appeased when they did respond, and argues that all the previous communications were shallow and insincere.

Grow up, Grandpa.

I have three grown kids who are living their own busy lives.

My oldest has a stable job in a law firm and recently got a raise, but more importantly has a new girlfriend and a solid circle of friends. He’s probably the most sociable of my kids.

My second son is a major in the army, stationed in Korea, with a wife and child. He’s extremely busy and in a position of responsibility.

My daughter is working in academia…already I sympathize and know what she’s going through. She also has a young daughter.

I don’t want any of them to feel guilt for living their own lives, and they don’t need to call me. I’m just proud that they’ve grown up to be good people I can respect. I’m content. I think their mother and me, to a lesser extent, have succeeded at life.

My life is less interesting than theirs, and I also don’t need to call them and talk about my latest adventures (oh yeah, I fell down and concussed myself, not exactly entertaining news). I’m fine to occasionally learning that they’re happy. If they need help they can count on us.

But please, our reward is to know that they’re living well. That’s enough that we can pat ourselves on the back and tell ourselves that we did well, and that is immensely satisfying. We don’t need constant reassurance.

Her schemes grow ever more twisted

The evil cat is tormenting me. At night, she crawls around on my work desk, rearranging things. This morning, I came in to edit some student papers, and what do I find? She has flicked the computer mouse to the floor, where it shattered into 3 pieces.

I have managed to piece it back together into a clumsily functional unit, but it’s going to be struggle to click on those papers to put big red marks on them.

Year of the Fire Horse!

I’m somehow on this email list called “evolutionary leaders,” which is not what it sounds like. This is an organization led by a gang of New Age weirdos, and I only remain on it for the hilarity. I thought I’d share a little bit of my amusement.

This morning I received an announcement that this is the Year of the Fire Horse.

Why the “fire horse”? They don’t explain. I think they just liked the graphic.

They were announcing an event on February 20, which has historical precedent. They’ve done it before!

In 1987
Thousands gathered in sacred sites for the Harmonic Convergence, ushering in a planetary frequency shift.

In 2003
The Harmonic Concordance marked a cosmic alignment of healing and divine feminine resurgence.

You all remember those amazing events with all their wonderful consequences, right? Are you prepared for what will happen on the 20th of February?

Now in 2026
Harmonic Emergence is a planetary activation—an invitation to embody the coherence we’ve long cultivated and step into the living reality that many cultures have prophesied and named throughout centuries: the Unitive Age, The Golden Era, The Age of Aquarius, The Rainbow Prophecy, The Great Turning, The New Dawn, to name a few.

Harmonic Emergence completes the triad. It is the moment we stop preparing for the New Earth—and begin living it.

Simultaneously nebulous and dramatic–impressive. In case you want to participate, the instructions are even more vague.

In addition to attending the online global event we encourage you to amplify your impact locally in some way.
Host a circle or meditation with neighbors, friends, family
Gather around a bonfire, river, or sacred site
Create ceremony, blessing the land and waters
Offer poetry, prayer, silence, music, dance
Organize a potluck or celebration of joy, resilience, and emergence
Hold a moment of stillness with others in your town square or backyard
Bring your community into coherence with song or sacred sound
Anchor the transmission in your unique way

The important part, though, is attending the online global event, which means “sign up for our mailing list which we can monetize.” You could listen to these impressively vacuous people.

The Harmonic Emergence Experience is hosted by the Connection Field, and a luminous circle of musicians, mystics, artists, and planetary stewards—including Jude Currivan, Kristin Hoffmann, Amma Li Grace, Reverend Rhetta Morgan, Julie Krull, Wolf Martinez, Rev. Canon Charles P. Gibbs, Teresa Collins, Marshall Lefferts, Theo Grace, and other ceremonial leaders—this global online experience will be both poetic transmission and living ceremony, holding a field of resonance across time zones.

I think I’ll skip it. It is amazing how little these people will do while claiming to change the world.

I’m a board member at the local theater!

I’m doing my part to support the Morris Theatre — I volunteered to serve on the board. That also means I’ll do occasional work in concessions or as a projectionist, so do stop by for a good movie sometime.

The theater is struggling — it’s losing money, I think about $2000 per year, and there are pending maintenance issues that need to be handled eventually. I’m happy to help out, and there are suggestions to increase community involvement, which I think is going to be the trick to eventually make it profitable.

I play no role in booking, unfortunately for me. There was some discussion at the meeting of how to get better movies shown. I am relieved to see that Melania is not on the list of future showings! There was a suggestion that we get more Christian movies, and get direct involvement from local pastors and congregations, but despite the fact that I think that would be a disaster that ultimately would kill the theater, I kept my face shut. I can be a team player, sometimes.

The problem with Christian movies is that are all bad fucking movies. Without even considering the ideology behind them, they are technically awful and intellectually stupid. They make Marvel movies look like works of genius. I saw God’s Not Dead at the Morris Theatre, and it made me ashamed to live in this community (it also made bank, disgracefully, so I can see where some would look on it as a good thing). If the theater resorted to exploiting dogma for profit, though, I’d have to resign.

No worries right now, though. I hope I can help make the theater a communal success that enriches the lives of our citizens.

Save us from the glut of ugly statuary

Donald Trump has a new stupid, pointless plan for Washington DC: he wants to put up a statue to Christopher Columbus. He’s not very bright, so he thinks that pandering to an ethnic group is how you convince them to favor Republicans. Only stupid Italian-Americans will fall for it.

President Donald Trump is planning to install a statue of Christopher Columbus on White House grounds, according to three people with knowledge of the pending move, in his latest effort to remake the presidential campus and celebrate the famed and controversial explorer.

The statue is set to be located on the south side of the grounds, by E Street and north of the Ellipse, two of the people said, although they cautioned that plans could change. The three people spoke on the condition of anonymity to speak on private discussions. The piece is a reconstruction of a statue unveiled in Baltimore by then-President Ronald Reagan and dumped in the city’s harbor by protesters in 2020 as a racial reckoning swept the country.

Great. Another lump of rock to dump in the Potomac in a few years. It does kind of suit this administration.

“In this White House, Christopher Columbus is a hero,” spokesman Davis Ingle said in a statement. “And he will continue to be honored as such by President Trump.”

But of course they would consider an imperialist, murderous slaver who maimed and killed the people of a small Caribbean island to be a hero.

But there’s more! A group of cryptocurrency assholes commissioned an 18 foot tall bronze statue of Donald Trump for the launch of another memecoin.

He was put in touch by phone with a group of 16 cryptocurrency entrepreneurs — one in Canada, the others mostly in the United States — who wanted to create a giant bronze Trump commemorating his survival of the assassination attempt at Butler.

“It was a turning point in world history,” Stockton told The Times in 2025. “It would have been a full-blown civil war.” They wanted to capture “one of the most iconic moments and to show our appreciation of his embrace of crypto”, he said.

Their knowledge of history is on par with their aesthetic taste.

Oh, wait. That’s not good enough. It had to be gilded.

It’s possibly the most Trumpian thing ever, but there’s one additional detail. The statue is currently stored in the creator’s workshop, because the people who commissioned it haven’t paid for it.

He is still owed $91,200, Cottrill said. And the giant Trump is staying with him until he gets it. He added: “I can’t trust them to pay me otherwise.”

Now that is definitely the most Trumpian thing ever.

I don’t know where it will end up, but it’s just going to end up in a nearby river or harbor eventually.