Episode LX: Revenge of the bunny

We have a wicked, psychotic cat who went insane during a time when we were fostering other cats for the humane society — some cats just don’t tolerate novelty and company — and ever since he’s been plotting to kill me. The only reason we’re keeping him around is that I’m pretty sure he’s the feline anti-christ, and confining him to our house in Morris means he won’t be conquering the world any time soon.

He attempted a prison break today, though, and ran loose in the yard for a while. And what happened? He found a baby bunny, killed it, and brought it back into the house. Then he gave me that “you’re next” stare.

So I’m showing him this video now. I’ve told him that it’s the mommy bunny, and she’s joined the house guard, so he’d better not leave now.

Talk about anything but satanic cats.

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Episode LVIII: Welease Wodger!

Once again, the overflowing thread must spill over into a new vessel. Speak amongst yourselves as you are accustomed, but you might want to also weigh in another issue.

The comment threads are getting a bit fractious in general, and I keep hearing calls to ban so-and-so, throw whoever into the dungeon, crucify J. Random Idjit. I’m a little reluctant to use my vast powers so cavalierly, but I am considering whether I need to hold another Survivor: Pharyngula event just so everyone can blow off a little steam. Slaughtering a scapegoat always helps, doesn’t it?

Of course, I just get to play the Pontius Pilate role.

So…leave your thoughts in this thread. Do you oppose the idea, for any reason? I’m not committed to it. If you’ve got some infuriating nincompoop in mind, leave a name here, and a reason why they deserve the mighty banhammer.

And perhaps most importantly, who gets to play Biggus Dickus in the proceedings?

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Episode LV: Did you expect me to listen to John Denver on my flight home?

I’m in Orange County today, and I heard an odd comment that there was a dearth of godless music. I beg to differ: most music is godless, and I would point to rock as a genre that is almost entirely secular. You know, it doesn’t have to be overt and announce that god doesn’t exist to be compatible with freethought.

Anyway, among the vendors at this conference was a band, Galt Aureus — I bought one of their “Arrest the Pope” t-shirts and they were nice enough to give me one of their CDs, which I’ve loaded up unto my iPod Touch for the flight home. And as long as I’ve been unforgivably neglecting the endless thread, I might as well use one of their videos to reset it.

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