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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Last Day of 2008 (see below for the actual post - I'm stupid)

I had just about completed a nice long post detailing much of the stuff that annoyed me this year and some of the awesome things that happened. There were links and really fucking great jokes and the quippy little lines that you all come here for.

Then I accidentally hit the "back" button. Poof. All gone.

I really wanted to wrap up this year with a good post, but now all I want to do is go have a beer and some of the fab pepperoni that I purchased from Brothers here in Halifax. If you have the means, I highly recommend it. It is so choice.

Better post coming soon.

The Last Day of 2008 (saved version because I'm a moron)

(Ed. note: Many thanks to "Call Me Paul" for pointing out in a very gentle way that I'm a retarded monkey for not realizing that blogger saves your posts as you write them. You know, in case you're short a half chromosome like myself)

Well, here we are at the end of another year. The last twelve months have brought about the deaths of Paul Newman, Harvey Korman, and George Carlin, goddammit. I was watching an interview of Carlin on YouTube from last year and some little doucheface wrote in the comments:
He makes jokes about God, then dies prematurely (71 is premature regardless of what people say). Does this send some smoke signals that GOD IS NOT PLAYING AROUND?!
Ok, yes, I realize that picking on the helmetards who comment on YouTube videos is really attacking the low-hanging fruit, but come on. Anyone who does coke and heroin for a good 20 year span (of heavy use, I'm talkin') would not complain in any capacity if they made it to seventy-one. I weep for the state of the common man.

I was in Indigo today (a book store, for those not in Canada) and trying to find a book or books to spend $75 of gift card moola on. Of course, because I'm a huge geek, I head to the science section. Correction: I head to the shelf and a half where the "nature/science/pets" section is located. Allow me a small indulgence to tell you that the "religion/spirituality" shelves numbered five solid. I mentioned this fact to my wife and she said that the store orders based on customer desire and purchase patterns.

Fuck 'em. What do you think would happen if the shit went away and all that was offered was material that actually helped people and taught them interesting and informative stuff? People would read it. I guarantee. When a smart TV show (oxymoron?) raises its head - think Numb3rs or Mythbusters - the audience shows up and supports it. People are getting tired of teh stupid and are needing a lil' bit of mental floss.

Oh, and I don't mean that ALL the shit has to go away. I'm not against some blather or pointless stupid crap like the "reality TV" garbage that's clogging up our airwaves and bookshelves. We need that stuff but the problem is that the crappy shit is just washing over us in a tsunami of uselessness and time-wasting yeeacch. I mean, Facebook is good, but if one more of my "friends" asks me to join their fucking "zombie army" or their "mob rules" team, I'm going to start a group called, "Fuck Your Mob Zombies in the Face" and invite them all to join.

Sarah goddamn Palin. If I have to listen to her garble and meander through a simple answer one more time, I'm going to name the next rat my snake eats "Trigg". How the fuck do we live in a world where we have scientists landing shit on Mars, we're maybe two decades away from literally reading thoughts with computers, and doctors are turning the movie Face/Off into a goddamn documentary, but this fucking wingnut from Alaska who is the "nation's foremost expert on energy" (i.e. oil) according to John McCain, gets up in front of a townhall meeting in September and says this:
Oil and coal? Of course, it's a fungible commodity and they don't flag, you know, the molecules, where it's going and where it's not. But in the sense of the Congress today, they know that there are very, very hungry domestic markets that need that oil first. So, I believe that what Congress is going to do, also, is not to allow the export bans to such a degree that it's Americans that get stuck to holding the bag without the energy source that is produced here, pumped here. It's got to flow into our domestic markets first.
Jesus christ, what does that even mean? And so many people loved her that I was fucking terrified. Thankfully, she and her grandfather lost.

And now, speaking of politics for a second, Barak Obama is having Rick Warren give the invocation at his inauguration. Hmm. Isn't Warren the same dude who said this during the whole "Prop. 8" thing in California?
“I’m opposed to having a brother and sister together and calling that marriage. I’m opposed to having an older guy marrying a child and calling that marriage. I’m opposed to one guy having multiple wives and calling that marriage.”

The interviewer then asks, “Do you think those are equivalent to gays getting married?

“Oh, I do,” Warren responds. (from here)
No matter how you dress it up, ass-kissing is ass-kissing, and the Christian Right in the United States has had political tongues sliding all around up there for a long long looooong time now. So much so that I'm actually amazed that so many of them are against anal.

So here we are. Stephen Harper is still being a dick up here in Canada, the U.S. looks like the "Change" it thought it was getting wasn't all what it was cracked up to be, and I have a bit of a headache. If you so choose to be involved with something a little more inspiring,then check out this link of a long interview with George Carlin. This is part one of seven and they're all good. Enjoy and happy new year, bastards. I love you all (except if you do "energy work", "talk" to the dead, or think Sarah Palin would make a good leader).

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Missed It!

As of December 1st this blog turned three years old. Yes, the "blogaversary". I totally missed it as I was probably shoveling, reading, taking care of the kid, or otherwise engaged in menial housework.

Originally, I had planned for this site to be a place to gather writing for a book (don't we all?). Once I realized how scatterbrained I actually am, that thought changed to something a little more realistic: the blog would remain just a place to write about things that piss me off and, occasionally, inspire me.

I still plan on writing a book (don't we all...) but I am having a lot of fun with this place and the freedom it allows me for expression of funny, original, and hopefully (at least every now and then) somewhat intelligent thoughts.

Thanks again to everyone who drops into check out what shows up here. I'd be writing anyway, but it means a lot when you get those site hits and the occasional comment. More posting coming soon!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

102, Baby...102

Yes, I know, I've been quite slack in my writing of late, but it's because it's coming up to the holidays which means two things: I'm really busy and I'm very sick. Stupid virii. I hate them and I wish them to die a fiery death complete with pained, tortured writhing.

Anyhoo, new posts are in the works, but in the meantime the new and awesome 102nd Skeptic's Circle is up. You should totally go over to the blog with the best name in the history of blogging and check out the last bit of organized skeptical writing from this, the year of our Noodley Overlord, 2008.

Monday, December 08, 2008

I Haz Braynz

That's right. I took the quiz. I'm a bad man and an enemy of the church. I'm a....philo-science

You can take the quiz yourself right here. You know you want to.

Sunday, December 07, 2008

Two Quick Notes of Great Import

Right, so I've been busy and slack at the same time, which is odd, but deal with it. It has come to my attention that I missed the Skeptic's Circle this past week which you can check out over at Ionian Enchantment. Enjoy that.

Secondly, I received an email about a request for performances of a new "atheist anthem". You can find all the details here from Q Transmissions. Rock on, you godless heathen bastards. Rock the hell on.

That is all for now.