Oh, look what the climate scientists have been saying for the last 30+ years.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Oh, look what the climate scientists have been saying for the last 30+ years.
I’m home. I’m worn out. I’m feeling a creepy cruddiness, probably a vestige of spending a long day standing in the rain. I think I need to get some rest.
Meanwhile, here’s AronRa’s clone.
Episode CCCXI: Not an invocation.
This makes TWO zombie threads that I’ve killed now. POW, right in the head.
Don’t you dare resurrect it.
By the way, you would be amazed at how many Zombie Jesus graphics you can find on the web.
It won’t summon the shriveled, etiolated ghost of D*vid M*b*s if I post a Depeche Mode video, will it?
What is going on here? I provide an open thread for everyone all the time, and that isn’t good enough for some of you…noooooo, you have to go and commandeer another thread altogether and turn it into The Zombie Thread. And then fill it up with…stuff. Unsanctioned, unauthorized, unmonitored stuff.
Well, I know what to do with zombie threads: shoot it in the head. So I did. It’s dead. Now don’t you go resurrecting it, neither.
What if Lady Gaga had been around in 1920?
Episode CCCVIII: Watercolor is a nice medium for cephalopods.
The votes for January have been tallied, and the latest edition to the ranks of the Molly award winners is…
Feralboy12
Leave your suggestions for the next inductee for the month of February right here in the comments.
I’ve been neglecting you, readers! This has been a killer meeting in Orlando, with the schmoozing starting at 8am and then non-stop talks and then everything dribbling away into exhaustion somewhere north of 11pm. And the wireless sucks. Ophelia has been posting brief dispatches, but I’ve been buried so far.
I give my talk today, and then fly off with a long long travel day…and my flights got juggled about so I’m not even sure when I’m leaving yet. So I figure I better leave you with something good, so here it is: a moment of awesome transcendent beauty.
Squee, sir; I must say with great reverence, squee.
(Episode CCCVI: Why Sean Bean gotta die?.)
