Hey, those other people get their Jesus in a pita, their Hebrew blessings from croaking fish, and Allah in their sliced fruit, so it’s about time we got something. How about a fifteen foot tall A in a geological anomaly?
Sean Murphy sent me this; you can find it in Boulder Canyon up Sugarloaf Road, in Colorado. I don’t expect to hear in the news that the Colorado atheists are all lined up there with candles and anointing oil, OK, or I’ll be very disappointed in you. It’s just a rock.
Several readers have alerted me to this artful cover from Play magazine.
Why must the videogames always be about the nasty wicked violence? Put away the weapon, young lady! The mysterious creature only wants to play.
But it does remind me…Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus is on TV in about an hour and a half, and I need to get ready. What snacks are appropriate for such a movie? The traditional popcorn and soft drink? Or is this more of a large jug of cheap hootch sort of event? And should I start drinking now, or wait for the absurdities to start?
One of the claims to fame of midwestern fairs is the food — usually deep fried, and on a stick. Minnesotans must be expressing their inner Thai.
In Thailand, food I have eaten on a stick includes squid, squid tentacles, insects, jellyfish, quail eggs, and every part of a water buffalo including spleen, kidney and testicles.
Squid eggs…onna stick? I’d go for that.
I might pass on the water buffalo testicles on a stick, though.
If you’ve got cable, you’ll want to tune in to the “SyFy” (yeesh, could they have made it a little dorkier?) channel for…Mega Shark vs. Giant Octopus!!!. Who ever said television was a great wasteland? That’s quality entertainment!
That’s this Saturday evening. We’re all nerds together here, I know you don’t have anything better to do.
Speaking of cartoon renderings of yours truly, I’ve been Simpsonized.
Wait a minute…my archnemesis is Ben Stein? Don’t I even get a challenge? My greatest foe is a guy with the superpower of being boring. Finding out that Moist was my enemy would be a step up.
We have excuses to party every day: today, H.P. Lovecraft would be 129 119 years old. He’d be pretty darned rugose and squamous if he were still alive!
DingoJack sent me this — made me snort my beverage, you cruel fiends.
When we Americans need a little reassurance that we aren’t Number Last (or reminders that it could get worse), all we have to do is look to Turkey. A Turkish television show had a ‘debate’ that attempted to disprove evolution, in which the audience was treated to some serious intellectual problems.
They called in the question which evolution created angel and daemon, how felicities in the heaven evolved, how the snake came into existence out of the baton as well as the bird out of mud. The creationists tried to disprove evolution theory with these questions.
I give up. They’re right. Evolution cannot explain the origin of angels and demons. And that talking snake? It’s a complete mystery to the world of science.
