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This is a very interesting discussion on the subject of Intelligent Design by Brown University’s Kenneth Miller. It’s just under two hours long, and if you have the time I highly recommend watching it. There is even a mention of Pastafarianism at around 90 minutes.










@ Alchemist, Wench Nikkiee, and Peter - Thanks for your greetings and kind words.
I know the FSM loves me, and what a comfort that is! Now I don’t have to get all dressed up to go to church tomorrow! Well, I could get dressed up like a pirate… As an aside, I had fun over the past few days when people asked me, “Are you all ready for Easter?” or “Are you having turkey or ham for Easter dinner?” While trying to be as matter-of-fact as possible, I said things like, “I’m not Christian. I prefer to go on fairy hunts with my kids at the Vernal Equinox.” and “It’s Easter Sunday?”, and, my personal favorite, “I guess I’ll have to dig out the polyurethane Buddha for the dashboard of my car.” People just looked at me and said, “Oh”. Self-rightous, presumptive sheep! Bastards. I guess I better have some more coffee. I’m a little cranky this morning.
And, furthermore, I listened to a piece about the Easter story on the radio on the way home from the gym yesterday. I listen to a Christian radio show every now and then just to re-affirm my non-faith in Jesus. It was then that I was reminded that Jesus loves me, died for me, yadda, yadda, yadda. I see the whole thing as just another piece in the development and evolution of thousands of belief systems through the millenia. I prefer the story of Persephone’s return from the Underworld as the cause for the world returning back to life. When I see crocuses blossoming in the Spring, I think of her. Maybe I should go around asking people whether they’re going to serve pomegranites or apples at their Equinox celebrations. When they look at me quizzically, I could say, “Well, Hades suffers each year as he allows Persephone to return to her mother for half of every year. Can’t you be a little grateful, you unsufferable bastard?”
Er, is that insufferable bastard?
@Bill
“The part I am interested in is that going faster than the speed of light doesn’t make you go back in time. (In fact if it did with the usual projection, you would stop aging and just get younger not go back in time), but when the velocity is greater than the speed of light (c), time becomes imaginary. So much for most time travel science fiction based upon einsteins relativity.”
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That would not exclude the possibility of moving forward in time. Go sit in a space ship that moves very fast (much faster than we can make them go at the moment) and return to earth some time later. Your younger brother will have have a more wrinkled forehead than you when you get back. That part of sci-fi is not practical yet, but not theoretically impossible. In fact, a very tiny amount of that goes on each time we get of the couch and walk over to the kitchen to pick up a new bag of crisps. Not that you would notice though.
Saucy - Not Pomegranates! The food of the dead they are! Mind you, at least Proserpina/Persephone gave us seasons! Can you imagine perpetual summer? Where I’m from that means warm(ish) rain :)
Alchemist - Here in New England we have 3 seasons: Winter, mud, and construction. Oh, I spelled pomegranate incorrectly. Shoot.
@SaucyWench Apr 7th, 2007 at 5:19 am
“I listened to a piece about the Easter story on the radio”
I listened to one about a classroom full of different nationalities learning English and discussing what Easter was about. It was hilarious. Unfortunately there was no mp3 download on that one. (ABC…our national govt. broadcaster) I think it was called “Why not a bell” Don’t remember the story tellers name either. There were a number of Islamic students learning English language in the scenario as well. Willtry to find the speech….I believe it, or at least the author may be relatively well known. Good to virtually see you again :))
@ Wench Nikkiee,
I read something similar by Dave Barry? Maybe it was the same thing. Maybe it was Dave Sedaris. Anyway, it really made Easter seem silly. Go figure.
Saucy -
“Oh, I spelled pomegranate incorrectly. Shoot.”
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Firefox - my patron saint of spelling - if I turn it off I spell like a fundie! In fact, that’s exactly what I do when playing silly buggers :)
Honestly, my spelling is shite! I spell pomegranets to start with :)
Alchemist - Thanks. I feel better now. I won second place in a spelling bee in 2nd grade. The work I spelled incorrectly? Potato. I could be Vice-President!
Dave Sedaris sounds familar :)
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@Alchemist
F..! spelling :)
Yep that’s the one Saucy…thanks :)
http://www.csuchico.edu/pub/inside/archive/00_04_20/6.sedaris.html
“……..When a student asked for an explanation of Easter, her fellow students responded: “He called himself Jesus and then he died one day on two morsels of lumber. . . . He died one day, then he went above my head to live with your father. . . . After he died the first day, he came back here for to say hello to the people.”
@ Wench Nikkiee - That made me laugh all over again. I actually own the book that’s in, come to think of it. It’s probably with my “How to get rid of clutter” book, which I cannot find.
hahahahaha
I’ve just heard the loudest, most drunken and tone deaf version of Wings “Band on the Run” from my partying neighbors, I’ve ever heard in my life! :))
Wench Nikkiee
“@Alchemist
F..! spelling :)”
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Ya - you’ve seen me without my firefox of armour! Saucy - it’s not pretty, honestly! Without my links though! Aaargh! I be edumacated ut Leds in Tykeland wot I done waz drink (I can spell that!)
Honestly - I see some of the spelling from the Fundies and think “there go I but for the grace of Firefox 2″
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So - in the words of my drizzle soaked place “bugger it!”
Hey - it’s sunny! Time to feed the radioactive squerrets!
“Time to feed the radioactive squerrets!”
With lawn clippings from the mowing Alchemist :)
We have snow on the ground! No grass to mow yet. I’m envious.
Once upon a time, my friends and I were going to the little patch of snow we get here in Oz. We actually got as far as a pub on the outskirts of the city we were leaving :) It’s white isn’t it?
Yes, the snow is white. That is, except for my crazy neighbor’s yard. He snow-blows the snow off his entire yard. He’s a freak.