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Russian Beer Advertisement

I'm assuming it's an ad for beer — I really love the fat, happy guy. I don't drink but I almost want a coldbeer.


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Bother the EXPELLED Websmaster

If you've managed to land on my blog, you're aware of Ben Stein's latest experiment in pandering to ignorance, EXPELLED: No Intelligence Allowed.

The producers of that film, scum of the earth that they are, have been bashing PZ Myers lately (read more on PZ's blog), and I wanted to find some really good way to annoy them.

Here it is.

I encourage you to visit this URL and fill out the form. Use whatever variation you like, but I used this version of the message:

• Subject: Having Trouble
• Message: I'm having trouble locating any accurate information on your website. Is it a problem with my web browser?

MySpace Confessionals #1

I've had many conversations with friends of mine about religion — and I think MySpace is useful for just that (and probably no other) purpose. I start by posting a bulletin with a religiously insensitive title and see who of the people on my friends' list engages me. Sometimes there are arguments, sometimes there's a fruitful idea planted; but it's always interesting. Given the anonymous nature of my blog, I will be posting some of the thoughts that have been shared with me, sans background. Their only purpose is to illustrate some of the varied opinions on religion that you will find; also, I am in the deep south and most of the people you'll be hearing thoughts from are, as well.

From a female friend from high school:

No religion is perfect. Everyone of them have some kind of loop hole or hidden past. I believe what I believe mostly because of how I was raised, I will admit that. I was not forced to believe, I would not be looked down on by my family if I did not believe. I like believing that there is more to the world than this hell whole. I like looking forward to a peaceful place, even if you don't believe in heaven.
I don't look down on anyone for what they believe, I find other beliefs interesting and i love discussing it with others. I am may not totally agree with it but it is their belief not mine
I could not imagine living life without the feeling of peace that a higher being is guiding me, protecting me and my family. As far as the war goes, the only imaginary voice that told Bush to invade was his father. I understand the feeling of having someone overseas and fighting a meaningless war, a war that has been going on for centuries. All I can do is pray that he comes home safely to his family and praise God every time he does. Most of the time all I have is prayer.
It takes strength to talk about any religion/belief these days and I am glad that you are forward and honest, I have always admired that about you!! =)

Get The Flu: Make Rummy Rich

Last Friday, I got sick. I mean REALLY sick. It started with a cold chill that shook me to my spine, followed by that cold sweat that you just know is a fever.

Saturday, even worse.

Sunday, I'm completely unable to describe the torment.

Monday was a little better. But not much. Took a trip to the doctor, the first since starting my new job, and was impressed at my nifty new insurance coverage. The doctor's visit didn't cost me a dime. He said I had the flu, prescribed me some Tamiflu® for it as well as promethazine.

So, I take my sick ass over to the local pharmacy to pick up the two prescriptions (a grand total of 25 pills) and get hit with a case of sticker shock. The bill? $91.00.

WHAT THE FUCK? NINETY-ONE BUCKS? I paid it, but I'll be damned if I didn't learn later in the day (after my interest in Tamiflu peaked) that although Rouche manufactures it, they license it from Gilead Sciences. Gilead's former chairman is none other than my "main man" Donald Rumsfeld, who owns millions of dollars in Gilead shares to this day.

There's a good reason to avoid the flu: you'll have to pay Rummy.

Why Do Republicans Worship Satan?

Obviously, they don't worship Satan. But when I combine my deductive reasoning skills with some of the insane shit I was taught in a fundamentalist Baptist household, I have no choice but to believe there's a conspiracy.

Do you see that shit? Three — count 'em — three inverted stars! Methinks I see a goat's head!

I know I'm by no means the first person to ask about this, but since no one else has ever gotten an answer (the best I can tell), I'll ask it again:

Republicans, what the fuck is up with your iconography?

Unintelligible Design

Bored typography. Helvetica via Illustrator through Photoshop.