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Archive for November 2005

Blitzberg

Let’s lighten the load. I’m a Steelers fan. I barely remember when Terry Bradshaw hooked up regularly with Lynn Swann and John Stallworth—but I remember. I barely remember Franco Harris, and Mean Joe Greene, and Rocky Bleier, and Jack Lambert, and Jack Ham, and Mel Blount, and Donnie Shell, and L. C. [...]

Simple

She’s pretty.

The Joey: On Sex

[Joey]’s…got what might be considered an unpopular opinion among his peer group about premarital sex. He believes in sex education in the school, but that it’s even more important to teach morality. ‘So many kids have sex just for sex,’ he says. ‘So wrong, so wrong. We can cut back on [...]

We Need a Random Deity Generator

I posted a reply to a thread at Mike Rundle’s place about the decision in Kansas to redefine the term “science” as well as allow (if not mandate) Intelligent Design to be included in the curriculum as an alternate “theory” (thus implictly redefining what constitutes a theory) to natural selection. I invested enough into [...]

Our Brains Strive To See Only the Good, Leading Some to Flying Spaghetti Monster

Let me tell you a little, slightly embarrassing bit about me: I’m a doofus. Really, it’s reached a nearly clinical maturity. I know this because, well, because I am quite learned in the ways of the doofa. Take, for example, my habit of making some kind of gesture when I expect [...]

A New Kind of Gimmick

I’ve had a few discussions lately about what I want to do with my life. These discussions inevitably revolve around my educational aspirations—studying mathematics (and, given time, physics)—which, without fail, elicits an honest, “Well, okay; but what do you want to do with that?”

I Had No Idea

You’ve seen them so many times they’ve become an element of the archetypal man. I refer, of course, to the Guy Who’s Not Ready For (Possibly) A(nother) Baby But Doesn’t Know If His Chick Is Pregnant. You see them impatiently rapping against the wall outside the bathroom, with that telltale tinkling-onto-plastic emanating from [...]

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