I’ve added some new comics to my reading schedule as well my links list, and I thought I’d share. Because it’s my blog, damn it.
Bad Gods: Lore Sjöberg is a venerable Internet humorist, inspiring belly laughs as one of the Brunching Shuttlecocks, as the creator of Table of Malcontents, and as the author of the Alt Text blog for Wired. Bad Gods started as a weekly Flash animation, went dormant for awhile, and recently resurfaced as a non-animated meta Internet observational humor sort of thing. I’m not quite sure where this new incarnation is going, but I’ve kept it in my RSS reader despite a year-long dearth of updates. Lore is the kind of funny I aspire to, before I devolve into fart jokes and incessant profanity. Updates M&W.
Gunnerkrigg Court: Gunnerkrigg Court concerns the supernatural goings-on at the spooky titular boarding school. It has a very graphic novel kind of feel, with interesting panel layouts and a rich color palette. Author/artist Tom Siddell writes convincing dialog for children, which is rare. Better yet, he knows when it’s appropriate to drop the “blah blah” and let the visuals tell the story, which is nearly unheard of in a lot of online cartooning. The serialized story isn’t comedy necessarily, but it does observe richly emotional and comic moments between the players (human and otherwise). Updates M,W&F.
Spend some time beneath the tracks of the Market-Frankford El with David Kessler’s Shadow World. It’s a video blog featuring the people who live and work in the city’s Kensington section. These are folks you don’t see in the “Philly’s awesome” flick that runs before Imax movies at the Franklin Institute. Their neighborhood struggles like an underfed vine in the grimy shadow of the El. The videos don’t editorialize; there is no Michael Moore-ish self-promotion. Just simple, revealing moments among the city’s forgotten, that should be mandatory viewing for the mayoral candidates.
A long-belated thank you to Rebecca and the rest of the free-thinking females over at Skepchick for graciously linking in my direction. I first discovered the Skepchicks through The Skeptic’s Guide to the Universe, and I’ve been a fan ever since.
I’m neither as prolific nor as entertaining as the Skepchicks, but I try to do my small part to popularize rational thinking and objective inquiry. I’d humbly suggest that you might enjoy these recent items. Enjoy, and please comment if something amuses/offends/nauseates you.
A few years ago, I expressed my contempt for lavish entertainment industry awards shows by sniffing disdainfully at the Emmys. I compared the networks’ skill at creating quality television with my own (total lack of) skill at making crystal meth. As part of my snark, I ran a quick search for instructions on operating a meth lab, and linked to a couple of the pages that came up.
Enter a group called 1800NoDrugs, which offers referral services for drug users looking to get into rehab. They’ve created a website at methamphetamines.org which, through clever use of keywords, comes up in a search for instructions on making meth. Budding entrepreneurs looking for an all cash opportunity, and desperate junkies looking to do a little homebrewing, go out on the web looking for help in setting up their labs and wind up getting advice on finding a residential treatment program.
I’m all for a little subterfuge in the pursuit of helping drug addicts get clean. I don’t give a puddle of opiate-laced urine what people put into their bodies, but if a search for tips on manufacturing drugs misleads someone into getting help for a life-sodomizing dependency, that’s fine by me.
The confusing bit is that, after the offer for help in finding a rehab program, methamphetamines.org lists other links for meth-making info. It’s as if the site is saying “Oops, sorry for wasting your time with an offer of potentially life-saving help. Here’s that information you wanted on using volatile chemicals to make an addictive substance.” Seriously? Make the wannabes go back to Google if they’re that determined to be drug kingpins.
I’m flogging this particular equine-American because, by virtue of its included links, my long-ago Emmy-bashing post wound up in this list of “crystal meth making instructions Resources.” Which means that I get a few hits a week from people who are, one assumes, looking for help in playing Trailer Crack: The Home Game.
So, here’s a friendly nod to the meth dealers and users wandering by. If the shakes subside long enough, feel free to browse around. Sorry, but you won’t find any drug manufacturing instructions here. And in case you’re wondering, I still don’t watch the Emmys.
EDIT: I have caved to popular pressure and posted a sure-fire recipe for making crystal meth. Start building your drug empire here.
Instead, I offer you a list of 100 crazy quotes, courtesy of Fundies Say the Darndest Things! God commands you to click, and discover the wonders of his greatest creation.
In the middle of an interesting report on the aftermath of the Texas UFO sightings, Sam Ogden of Skepchick.org reports this little tidbit.
“I sat across the aisle from some fellow Texans on the plane ride home from Florida who were very vocal that the reversal by the air force was proof that the government is covering something up.”
This, my friends, is the definition of ambivalence. I love to be right; I hate the credulity. It’s a powerful sensation, akin to choking myself to death with delicious cookie dough.
Folks, it’s time we did something ridiculously pedantic as we paddle upstream in the flood of blind belief. We’ve got to take back the word “unidentified.” We’ve got to stop letting true believers conflate the term with “alien.”
Here’s how we do it. If someone observes a UFO, and then either attempts to gather evidence and make a determination of what it was, or calmly accepts that it can’t be precisely identified, then they can call it unidentified. If they’re going to leap to an otherwise unsupported conclusion as to the object’s outer spaciness, we have to insist that they use a word like alien or extraterrestrial that clearly indicates the (desperately crazy) conclusion they’ve drawn.
I’m not nearly so delusional as to think that this semantic quibbling will change the minds of anyone in the woo-niverse, but it might just rescue an innocent word from misappropriation by the tinfoil hat crowd. That’s a worthy enough goal all by itself.
Dear Little Bald Bastard,
How do you spend your time when you aren’t being a tool on the Internets?
- Devil in the Details
Dear Devil in the Details,
Although my voluminous post count belies it, I actually do have interests that don’t involve telling strangers how stupid I think they are on the Internet. I like to read, I play a video game or two, and I have a lucrative business waxing badgers for private collectors.*
The biggest chunk of my non-bastardly day is taken up by my studies. I’m in my second year of law school, which means I spend approximately eleventy million hours a week poring over casebooks.
As part of my laws school experience, I lucked into an internship with Pennsylvanians For Modern Courts. PMC is a policy group working to reform the judiciary in Pennsylvania, and to educate citizens about how to access and navigate the courts.
Coincidentally, we just launched a new blog, called JudgesOnMerit.org, which is all about our campaign to replace partisan election of appellate judges with a Merit Selection plan. I’ll spare you my pro-Merit screed. I’ll just say that I hadn’t ever thought about judicial elections before November of 2007. Now I love Merit Selection like a pirate loves booty.
If you like politics, if you’re concerned about judicial fairness, or if you just want to help a bastard out, go take a look at JudgesOnMerit.org. See if you can recognize my writing when I’m not allowed to use profanity.
*You don’t want to know how hard it is to get insurance.
Like a lot of atheist agnostic skeptic humanist freethinkers, I didn’t just wake up one day with morning wood and the realization that god was kind of a silly idea. I was raised in a church. We went every Sunday. I sang in the choir, performed in plays, and went to camps during the Summer. (We were Methodist, the plain toast of Protestant denominations). While I don’t ever remember being wholly enthralled by visions of an omniscient, miracle-slinging, invisible sky-grandpa, it didn’t occur to me to really question the idea until long after I’d ceased to be a regular churchgoer.
Notwithstanding the people who make the most noise on the Internet, the world isn’t cleanly divided into true believers and soulless atheists. There are a lot of people who are in the midst of a long fall away from a childhood religion, and there are also nonbelievers who come to (or back to) some religious faith. People on either side of the divide may yell the loudest, but there are plenty of interesting perspectives that fall somewhere in the middle.
My new favorite representative from the middling masses is frequent Skepchick commenter Improbable Bee. Her blog Losing My Religion tracks her trajectory out of her religious upbringing toward a more skeptical, evidence-based worldview.
I’m sure that I’m biased because of the direction in which she’s heading, but she’s talking about it in a thoughtful, articulate way that’s very appealing. She’s wrestling with more intense versions of a lot of the things I faced, but she’s far more insightful than I was. Regardless of your place on the believer-skeptic continuum, it’s worth your time to take a look.
Expelled Exposed, a website set up by the National Center for Science Education to counter the lies in the creationist propaganda film Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed.
I’ll be haranguing you about this more thoroughly in the near future. In the meantime, check out Expelled Exposed, and you’ll know why I’m foaming at the mouth and biting chunks out of the walls.
