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Today's Whimsies
Dec. 29th, 2005 05:42 pmCame across this in Tuesday's New York Times to be sung in response to intelligent design proponents:
The song (lyrics by Dr Donald U. Wise, an emeritus professor of geology at the University of Massachusetts), to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic," goes like this:
My bones proclaim a story of incompetent design
My back still hurts, my sinus clogs, my teeth just won't align
If I had drawn the blueprint I would certainly resign
Incompetent Design!
Evo-Evo-Evolution. Design is but a mere illusion
Darwin sparked our revolution. Science shall prevail!
Also there's the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster that makes a strong case for another alternative to (un)intelligent design.
My pants are doing their annual shrinkage *g*. From the beginning of November to about mid-January after my birthday bash I put on about 5 pounds. Then I keep them for a few months until the weather becomes warm and I lose my appetite and the 5 pounds only to start the cycle up next November.
I peeked in on Larry King last night only to find him hosting a bunch of mediums and quickly changed channels. I don't know whether I don't believe in them or don't want to believe in them. While I do believe something of us survives death, the idea of my parents continually hanging around, however possibly helpful in trying circumstances, becomes a bit squicky if I picture them hovering while I'm in the bathroom or having sex or doing something I shouldn't be doing.
The song (lyrics by Dr Donald U. Wise, an emeritus professor of geology at the University of Massachusetts), to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic," goes like this:
My bones proclaim a story of incompetent design
My back still hurts, my sinus clogs, my teeth just won't align
If I had drawn the blueprint I would certainly resign
Incompetent Design!
Evo-Evo-Evolution. Design is but a mere illusion
Darwin sparked our revolution. Science shall prevail!
Also there's the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster that makes a strong case for another alternative to (un)intelligent design.
My pants are doing their annual shrinkage *g*. From the beginning of November to about mid-January after my birthday bash I put on about 5 pounds. Then I keep them for a few months until the weather becomes warm and I lose my appetite and the 5 pounds only to start the cycle up next November.
I peeked in on Larry King last night only to find him hosting a bunch of mediums and quickly changed channels. I don't know whether I don't believe in them or don't want to believe in them. While I do believe something of us survives death, the idea of my parents continually hanging around, however possibly helpful in trying circumstances, becomes a bit squicky if I picture them hovering while I'm in the bathroom or having sex or doing something I shouldn't be doing.
