The winners of the Molly award for November are:
Jafafahots
and
Crip Dyke.
And now you get to leave nominations for the last Molly of 2011 in the comments below. Think back to that distant month of December — you know, Christmas and all that — in the long-ago year of 2011, and type in your recommendations for the most interesting commenters of that era.
I have some concerns about the Disneyfication of the classic pulp novel, A Princess of Mars; I’m sure Disney wouldn’t have much trouble with Burroughs’ casual racism, and I see they have an out for the violence — green blood everywhere is OK — but I doubt the casual nudity will make it to the screen. One really good thing, though: those are truly excellent CGI Barsoomians.
And it’s being released for my birthday! How sweet!
(Episode CCLXXXVI: Escape from Wisconsin!)
I’m back from my brief diversion into the savage wilderness of Wisconsin, so I thought it only appropriate to tell you all about the wonders that Governor Scott Walker has wrought.
I saw a lot of “recall Walker” signs. How can they do that to such a sweet guy?
(Episode CCLXXXV: The monkey does the work.)
Welcome Edwin Kagin and Blasphemous Blogging to FtB — now we can all look forward to more ferociously avuncular savaging of religion here.
I’m still getting submissions, and I’m still getting asked how to make a submission. It’s easy! Write an essay of whatever length moves you on why you are an atheist, format it simply (just text is best, don’t get fancy on me so I have to fuss with it), and email it to [email protected], and I’ll toss it into my special WIAAA folder.
Then be patient.
The procedure I use is to open the folder, give it a flick with a mouse gesture to scroll to some place in the list, close my eyes, and click somewhere. Whatever I randomly select is what I post that day. You really are just seeing a random sample of the mailbag.
There are currently about 700 entries waiting in the queue, and more are trickling in every day. I post one a day, so that means that if you send me an entry, it might get posted tomorrow, or it might get posted two years from now. Please don’t write and ask me when your submission will be posted: I don’t know. You’re better off praying to the gods of chance.
I can do this thing. I’m making a big push today to get students prepared for my final exam, and I’m making myself available in the bioclub room to provide tutorials and reviews all afternoon — I kind of expect maybe 3 or 4 students to show up, which has been my past experience, so I’ve also got my big stack of term papers to grade during all the long lonely gaps. The grind will be done, though, and then aside from proctoring an exam Thursday morning and another stack of grading, I’ll be done! And it will be like Christmas! The real Christmas!
(Episode CCLXXXII: Louis C.K., Ph.D.)
He seems to be smarter about evolution than the creationists, that’s for sure.
(Episode CCLXXXI: Contrived outrage!.)
Ah, Fox & Friends joining forces with the War on Christmas — can it get any more ludicrous?
It’s a holiday tree. It’s a christmas tree. It’s a pagan relic. It’s gaily decorated fluff. It’s a dead tree. Call it whatever you want! Jeebus, people. Are you going to tell me I can’t call it a big-ass stick with glitter?
(Episode CCLXXX: Islamic silliness.)
