Nudity and Bill Nye

More link n’ load tonight. (Lock and link? Nah. )

First, one I have had hanging about and mixing with the wrong crowd in my browser for almost a week now, the charming story of a family of four that went for a little bit of a walk down the road.

Completely bare-ass naked.

This is a highly quotable article. For example :

Another witness, Charlotte resident Jill Mead, told the paper that the sight “blew [her] mind.”

Really, dear? That’s all it takes to blow your mind? The sight of an old lady, her daughter, a toddler, and an infant walking down the road in the State of Grace, clad in glory, popped your noodle?

I find that adorable. But then again, I have lived with nudists and I am a sexually deviant pervert. So my frame of reference might be a little different.

Here’s one from the officer in charge of the case, Captain Rod Farley, regarding the conclusions drawn from the medical and psychological examination of the two adults :

“It didn’t appear that they had any problems short of that they didn’t have any clothes on,” Farley said.

Don’t you just love that gift for understatement many people from the South have?

But the true beauty comes from the simplicity of the explanation :

As for the inspiration for their public nudity, the women gave as good a reason as any: Farley said they told police, “the Lord told them to get naked and walk down the street.”

Kinda hard to argue with that.

Now the kids, they will be fine. Infants barely even know clothes exist and toddlers are not sold on the concepts yet either. This odd excursion will do them no harm.

But as for the adults, apparently, both women agreed that God had told them to walk naked down the streets, and that’s what really blows my mind.

What was that conversation like?

Grandmother : Well, God just told me we should walked down the street naked with the kids.
Daughter : Yup. Me too.
Grandmother : Well, best get to it, then.

And then they just shucked down and went for a stroll.

The alternative is that one of them talked the other into it, which I find equally hard to believe.

And what about the officer? What kind of day did he have? There he was, on his third Krispy Kreme, and he gets a call from dispatch.

Officer : There’s a what on Providence Road? You’re kidding. And all of them buckass naked? Not a stitch on? Alright, this I gotta see. I’m taking the call. But send backup. With blankets.

It must have seemed like a gently amusing dream. Just one of those odd little things that happen in life. I can’t imagine a single person being truly upset by it.

Frankly, the whole thing strikes me as adorable.

Of course, the police often have to deal with nudity.

Nude Police Lineup by Bob Newhart

Bob Newhart is a hero of mine. His gentle style of comedy is, to me, absolutely beautiful.

The other news item I wish to address is this latest teapot trapped tempest.

Here is the headline as it is making the rounds on Facebook : Bill Nye Booed (not Boo’d, you knobs) In Texas For Saying The Moon Reflects The Sun

And as such, it is perfect Internet bait for all of the Asshole Atheist crowd to crow about and point out how stupid and superstitious all those inbred yokels down in Texas must be.

So that set is falling all over themselves to post things like “And to think, these people vote!” and “No wonder these people have Rick Perry as their leader” or the always elegant and original “*facepalm”.

Yeah, good thing us cool people aren’t smallminded bigots intolerant of those different from ourselves while patting ourselves on the back for being The Right Kind Of People, right?

And that’s how the Asshole Atheists and Sadistic Skeptics would like you to interpret the article that foes with that headline, but that is not the truth at all, and I can show you the smoking gun.

Here it is. Emphasis mine.

But nothing got people as riled as when he brought up Genesis 1:16, which reads: “God made two great lights — the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars.”

The lesser light, he pointed out, is not a light at all, but only a reflector.

Note the important words there. He brought up. Nobody asked him a question. Nobody was suggesting teaching Genesis 1:16 as science in schools or making it part of Texas law.

He was the one who brought up the Bible in the first place.

In other words, Bill Nye The Asshole Guy started the fight. He is the aggressor here. He deliberately attacked these people’s faith and now is acting all disingenuously butthurt because they got mad at him for it.

What the hell did he expect to happen? They would look at him and say “Gosh, you are right, Science Guy. My faith is a sham and the Bible is a pack of lies. All hail Bill the Science God!”

He knew exactly what was going to happen. He poked these people in the eye, and not even to make a point, just to generate this kind of bogus news story so he and all his bigoted atheist skeptic friends could masturbate their egos over it.

Tell me, Nye, would you have done that in a synagogue? Or a temple? Or a black Baptist church?

In doing shit like this, all you do is confirm to these people that scientists are out to get them and there is no possibility of middle ground between you and them.

You, sir, are no humanist, secular or otherwise. You are an abusive bigot religion-bashing just to score points with your bigoted friend, and that makes you no better than the people who you oppose.

In fact, you are worse than them, because you are smart and educated enough to know better.

I had a hard time forgiving you after that detergent ad where you sold out your credibility and your responsibility to teach the truth to children just to make a quick buck.

You chose money over science, Nye, and that is something I will never entirely forgive you for. What were kids supposed to think when they saw you shilling for some megacorp?

Still, over the years I got over that, mostly. After all, I loved your show, I loved you on Almost Live, and I have enjoyed your recent work.

But this erases all that and puts you further into the red than ever.

You are a bad person who did a bad thing Bill. You have fallen in with the Richard Dawkins, Ayn Rand, Neil DeGrasse Tyson bunch of tiny minded “skeptics” whose idea of science is to shit on all beliefs other than your own and close your minds and your hearts to the vast majority of humanity.

And that is just plain unacceptable.

You are dead to me until you renounce your wicked ways and come back into the true light of promoting understanding, cooperation, tolerance, and acceptance in humanity.

That’s what a real humanist does. It’s what a real liberal does.

It’s what real human beings do.

Come back to being human, Bill, before it’s too late.

Only the news

Well, it’s Thursday, I don’t feel like talking about what went down during therapy (although it was pretty productive, actually) and there’s some stuff hanging around the browser looking impatient and bored, so I guess it’s time for spring cleaning.

First off, hey, let’s argue about guns! I’ll start us off.

First, hey wow, Jim Carrey. Still around. When is the last time he did a movie? I think the last thing he did of note was Mister Hopper’s Penguins, which tells ya something about career trajectory.

I am not a fan. I was, back in the heady days of Ace Ventura, which I thought was hilarious when I saw it in the theater but I am pretty sure I would hate now.

After that, did not have much use for him. The last straw was when I followed him on Twitter, and found his twitter ramblings weird and offputting and kind of dickish.

Much like the man.

But to give him his due, I really liked Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind and I Love You Philip Morris, so I can’t poo-poo his career too much.

So that’s Jim Carrey. Let’s talk about the sketch itself, as comedy.

Well, like pretty much everything JC does on his own, it is brilliant in many ways, but marred by that psychotic intensity of his and his tendency to amp everything up way beyond 11. Because of this, even his legitimate satire comes across as more abusive farce than anything else, like he is a Spitting Image puppet brought to life by a well meaning but terminally clueless fairy godmother.

Also, and relatedly, it means that it lacks the most important ingredient in satire, which is accuracy. Satire needs to be accurate to be funny and not just mean. As with libel and slander, its main defense is the truth. Satire works because it exposes hypocrisy and thus resolves the tension in our minds between, for instance, what someone says and what they do, or what they said then as opposed to what they say now.

This resolution feels great, and that, to put it simply, is why satire is funny. But in order to get at that tension, your aim must be true. You have to hit the target dead on so that people recognize the hypocrisy you are satirizing, and then, boom, comedy.

So while I agree with the general sentiment Carrey is putting forth, he does it in a really sloppy and disturbingly tweaked way. So as comedy, the skit is deeply flawed.

OK, so let’s talk guns.

I agree that gun culture in the USA is destructive macho bullshit, grown up men acting like little boys who can conjure up any number of imaginary aliens to justify their building a pillow fort and running around the house goes pew pew pew.

That is why gun culture and paranoia are so intimately linked. They pretend they need the guns to protect themselves, but in reality, they want the gun because guns are cool and make them feel powerful and dangerous and such, and they will invent whatever phantoms they need to invent to justify getting them.

It is also why gun culture and right wing politics are so intimately linked. In general, conservatism is based on anger and fear, whereas liberalism is based on guilt and compassion.

And so the conservative emotional primitivism, where only primal emotions like rage and fear are trusted and anything more complex or nuanced are mistrusted to the point of loathing, works perfectly with gun culture, which is founded on anger and fear.

Truth is, crime is rare. Very rare. Especially in suburbia. That is why that gun is more likely to hurt you than any criminal. It’s not that you are an idiot. It’s just that crime is so incredibly rare that gun accidents can’t help to be more likely.

So I don’t think anybody “needs” a gun for self-defense. That is pure self-serving delusional bullshit, akin to a man claiming he “needs” a new power tool for some project he will never do because he can’t just admit he bought it because power tools are cool and he wanted to play with it for a while.

Or a woman claiming she “needs” more clothes when she has a closet full to bursting with outfits, and in reality, she just enjoys shopping.

That all said… a lot of gun control legislation is pointless and punitive and kneejerk, purely based on some politician’s need to be seen to be Doing Something About It.

So yeah, background checks. That makes sense. How else do we make sure crazy people and felons do not get guns? Also basic licensing. Nothing too damned complicated.

It should be roughly as hard to get a gun license as it is to get a driver’s license. In both cases, we want to make sure that we can trust this person with a dangerous and potentially lethal machine.

Hmm. This blog entry is going to go long.

Next news item : some great news from Ottawa. Stephen Harper’s government is fraying around the edges as some of his MPs go rogue!

Sure, it’s only a few socially conservatives complaining about the Harper government leaning hard on them to make sure they do not have to talk about abortion in Parliament, but still.

Of course Harper does not want to talk abortion. It’s a third rail topic and a real vote loser for anyone right of center. The problem, of course, is that there is only so long you can string the social conservatives along and pretend you care about their concerns without letting them actually get anywhere near getting anything done.

How rapidly Canadians forgot the entire reason the Reform Party came into existence in the first place. It was because socially conservative voters were shut out of Mulroney’s Progressive Conservatives, and that set the stage for Preston Manning to come along and gather up all those dissatisfied folks and lead them under his banner.

But no, then the same kind of bastard that wrecked the Progressive Conservative party forever, basically destroyed it, started up this whole Unite the Right thing, and somehow managed to convince all those Reform people that this time it would be different.

Well guess what? They are not different at all, are they Steve? Just another bunch of crooked businessmen out to loot Canada and keep it all for themselves and their cronies, jerking the social conservatives along by the nose and basically saying “You have to vote for us because we are the only ones who will even pretend we are going to address your concerns.

Now obviously, I don’t want their concerns addressed either. I am a social liberal, after all. So I don’t feel too badly about these people being jerked around by the Conservatives.

But I do wish they would wise up and split the right again. And who knows, maybe that is coming.

I have said before, the only thing that will take the Harper government down is if enough of his own people are willing to turn against him and toss his ass out on a vote of confidence like they did many years ago to that cunt Diefenbaker.

And Stephen Harper is just the kind of smug prick who thinks he is invulnerable to make it happen, too.

So pray with me, for Canada’s sake, for more rancor, divisiveness, and chaos in the Conservative camp.

What’s left… hmmm… I know there was one more thing.

Oh yeah. KISS is hooking up with Hello Kitty.

For reals, y’all. Click the link. I shits thou not.

Seeya tomorrow folks! with SCIENCE!

Last minute news dump

Well, tomorrow I will be departing for VancouFur for the weekend, so fair notice, my beloved readers (the few, the mighty, the patient). odds are fairly good that I will miss at least one day of blogging, namely Saturday.

We are not leaving till the afternoon, as far as I know, so I should be able to squeeze out tomorrow’s Friday Science Whatever. And who knows, maybe we will be back early enough Sunday evening for me to get in a blog entry before the clock strikes midnight.

But Saturday, the chances are that I will not have access to a computer or the Internet, and I will hopefully also be too busy having fun to worry about blogging.

It’s not impossible that, say, early in the morning, if I wake up before anything is happening and then I can’t get back to sleep, I will wander the hotel looking for one of those neato keen public terminals that hotels provide these days.

But just as a forewarning, there might not be a Saturday entry, and Sunday isn’t a sure thing either.

I will, however, be doing my best to make some notes for a convention report that, god willing and the creek don’t rise, will grace the pages of BCSFAzine some time in the near future.

Now, to clear out some of the links from my browser.

First off, we have two letters from famous writers.

The first is one that Kurt Vonnegut wrote to the board of a high school in North Dakota which had not just banned but burned their copies of his novel, Slaughterhouse Five.

An English teacher there had assigned it as reading, and I guess some parents got a look and blew their collective shit out the window because a month later, the school superintendent ordered that all 32 copies of the book be burned in the school’s furnace.

Bad, dirty thoughts! Dirty thoughts must be cleansed! Cleanse it with fire!

How sad. I don’t blame Vonnegut for taking it personally enough to write the letter. We writers are a touchy bunch. And seriously, a school burning books? What could be more reprehensible?

And I am a big time Vonnegut fan, and quite radical in my support of free speech and freedom of thought and never shying away from teaching children the truth just because we get squeamish.

That said, I am pretty sure I get what set the parents off. I might even agree that maybe that particular novel, and Vonnegut in general, are best saved for college.

I mean, I got into Vonnegut in junior high, but I will not claim to be a typical case.

And Slaughterhouse Five in particular is a grim work even by Vonnegut standards. It is full of the brutalities (and banalities) of war, a lot of frank talk about sexuality, culminates in an assassination, and I am fairly sure that Slaughterhouse Five is the one where there is a running gag about a picture of a woman attempting to have sexual intercourse with an embarrassed looking horse.

Now see, that is literature right there, that the horse looked embarrassed. Genius.

Buuut even a libertine like myself can appreciate that hysterically minded parents might not quite see the humour in bestiality and be scandalized that their children have been exposed to it.

Especially before the Internet.

Again, in my perfect world, we grownups would get over this idea that information can hurt children and we would always answer their questions as openly and honestly as possible, keeping nothing from them.

But I can see the parents’ point of view.

Still, burning them seems a bit harsh and frankly a trifle atavistic. Surely they could have just asked for the books back and never assigned them again.

The other letter is shorter and is from the dean of detective novelists, Raymond Chandler, and is notable mostly because he talks about, of all things, science fiction.

Here is his impression of Science Fiction.

“I checked out with K19 on Aldabaran III, and stepped out through the crummalite hatch on my 22 Model Sirus Hardtop. I cocked the timejector in secondary and waded through the bright blue manda grass. My breath froze into pink pretzels. I flicked on the heat bars and the Brylls ran swiftly on five legs using their other two to send out crylon vibrations. The pressure was almost unbearable, but I caught the range on my wrist computer through the transparent cysicites. I pressed the trigger. The thin violet glow was icecold against the rust-colored mountains. The Brylls shrank to half an inch long and I worked fast stepping on them with the poltex. But it wasn’t enough. The sudden brightness swung me around and the Fourth Moon had already risen. I had exactly four seconds to hot up the disintegrator and Google had told me it wasn’t enough. He was right.”

And he ends the letter by saying “The pay brisk money for this crap?”.

Now being a science fiction author (no, really), I should object, but the thing is, he wrote that in 1953 and in 1953, that was a fairly accurate assessment of the state of science fiction at the time.

Sure, there was a lot of great science fiction written then, but it was also an era when reams upon reams of pulp crap pretty much exactly like what Chandler wrote was published, both in novels and in the proliferation of science fiction magazines in that era.

So he is write to express incredulity at the brisk market for that kind of crap. The demand for content was high and that set the bar pretty low for entry into publication.

So while Sturgeon’s Law (80 percent of everything is crap) never varies, it is a relative rather than an absolute measure, and so the greater the volume of art in a category, the more crap there is out there in absolute terms, and the easier it is for an unversed outsider to get the impression that it’s all crap.

Plus, you have to admit, his example is somewhat amusing.

I think that’s it. Oh, and The Pope (or, by the time you read this, the Ex-Pope, and who would have thought that would ever be a thing) has a secret gay boyfriend.

Or not. Until they give us a satisfying answer as to why Benny is stepping down, we have no choice but to indulge in wild speculation to entertain ourselves.

A smorgasbord of awesome

Yeah, I know “smorgasbord” has some of those O’s with the slash through them. But I am too lazy to look up the alt codes to put them in, OK?

Anyhow, Facebook hath rained down many riches today, and so it is time I git me to sharing them!

First off, an amusing story from Australia of a seventeen year old boy pretending to be a doctor.

And apparently, they never got Doogie Howser MD down in Australia, because they reference Catch Me If You Can and even Doctor Who (??) but there is no mention of the Doogster.

Anyhoo, seems this mysterious boy has been dressing up in scrubs and a stethoscope and roaming the halls of various Australian hospitals looking at charts and even prescribed drugs to one 12 year old girl, which is very wrong in at least two obvious ways.

Sounds like an interesting young fellow. I am hoping that he just really, really, really wants to be a doctor some day and is doing this out of an excess of zeal, and that he will make a very good doctor someday and this is just a little overabundance of enthusiasm in an otherwise good kid.

That would certainly make a better story than some asshole just seeing what he can get away with.

Then there’s this hilarious example of American logic : in response to a killer nanny who killed two kids in her care, New York City moms are looking to hiring female Navy SEALS as nannies.

Sure, that makes sense. Why have your children killed by an amateur when you have them more efficiently killed by a professional? That;s the way to protect your kid from killer nannies… hire only nannies trained in the are of killing!

That is such an American way of handling something that it is almost adorable. No matter the problem, Americans cannot grasp any solution that does not involve more force.

That is why, in movies, they can never believe that shooting the monster will not work. Shoot it! Did it work? No, it’s still alive. Then… shoot it more! No? Well, have you tried shooting it? Look, shooting always works! Just keep shooting!

I am sure there is a point about the NRA to be made there, but forget it.

Then there is this clip. It has been around forever, but I figured I would throw it in today just for the heck of it.

This is when you completely abandon all sanity and turn the awesome up to eleven.

I really want to meet the guy who wrote that script, because holy shit dude, you have taken it to the next level times ten. It makes anything Michael Bay has squeezed out of his brain sphincter look like My Dinner With Andre : Unplugged.

Hey, if you are going to go crazy, go all the fucking way. That’s my motto.

Then there’s this intriguing bit of technology :

The final product looks pretty awful, honestly, and not my idea of Christmas Dinner at all. They should just be up front and say it’s stew. I like stew. If they called it “Christmas Dinner Stew”, and it turned out like that, I would not be disappointed or surprised.

As is… eww. Still, I am intrigued by the self-heating can technology. It is one of those things that has been promised by science fiction since the 40’s but it never quite seems to be invented in a way that catches on outside army surplus and camping supply stores.

I suspect the problem is safety. Heating stuff up via some chemical reaction is easy enough, but doing it in a way that is not too dangerous to be released upon a world full of idiots is not so easy.

Still, I bet that stuff is fantastic for camping.

To continue our arcade of video clips, here we have Walter Cronkite (I so want there to be a mineral called Waltercronkite, one that is very stable and reliable) introducing us to the home office of the future as imagined in 1967.

Isn’t retro futurism fun? I get the feeling we can learn a lot about humility in our own predictions from looking at visions of the future past.

Anyhow, what really strikes me about that clip is just how old the dream of telecommuting is, and just how ridiculous the idea that “some day we will all work from home” has been this whole time.

Not everybody has an office job, you know. A lot of people have jobs doing actual, physical things.

And there is a lot to be said for being in the same room with people. We have had the technology for widespread telecommuting for at least a decade now, and yet it is still fairly rare.

Maybe because it turned out to be more trouble than it was worth?

And finally, it has been a while since I gave you all a dose of WTF Japan, and this video should fix that right up for ya.

Waddy Fug, man.

OK, technically, this might not be Japanese in origin. Sure, the instructor is a Japanese girl with a Japanese name, but that doesn’t necessarily mean the whole thing is Japanese.

But what the hell, let’s pin it on them anyhow. WTF, Japan? Seriously.

Now obviously, this video is completely insane. You know that when you first see this check with the clearly fake Popeye arms. But what is driving me crazy is, how the heck did they do the poodle… things?

Because there are clearly actual, live poodles involved somehow. At least, the heads seem to be those of actual dogs. Yet just as clearly, the rest of the poodle… things are people. No dog could be trained to move like that.

And yet, the poodle… things are clearly shorter than our no doubt petite Japanese lady. This suggests to me the frightening possibility that what we are seeing is children in poodle costumes with live poodles on their shoulders, doing the exercises I assume by rote or by audio clues or both.

It could also be some sort of video compositing, but if so, it’s done seamlessly.

Taken as a whole, it has the air of the product of the singular vision of a borderline personality disorder Japanese lady with rich parents and a disturbingly childlike view of the world.

I hope the dogs are OK.

NOTE : How to get the full PDF of The Road To Amarlea

Easy! Just email me and ask.

I will email the PDF to you in return.

But remember, you can share it via email all you like, but DO NOT upload it anywhere that the general public can get at it.

No temp file services, no FTP sites, no websites, nothing. That would count as publishing and publishers do not like books that have already been published.

Other than that, though, share away!

Something about something else

I have decided that, what with my browser becoming increasingly cluttered with links and my deep down need to take a freaking breather from the constantly self-examination and navel sniffing, now would be a good time to go back to the well and share some stuff with you nice people that has almost nothing to do with me.

Weird, I know. And today was even a therapy day! The sheer amount of willpower involved in not horking up my therapy cud to chew on is nothing short of spectacular, don’t you think?

Sorry for that mental image, but I write what the muse tells me.

I write on the wind with words of fire! And, apparently, vomit.

First off, check out this amazingly well written article telling the Republicans down south just, exactly, why they lost the election last time ’round.

Not only is it impeccably well written, with marvelous lines like “As a Card-Carrying White Male I love expressing my opinion irrespective of whether people care to hear it…” but the writer goes to great length to establish his lily white male bona fides, including the fact that his family traces their lineage all the way back to the frigging Mayflower.

I seriously recommend reading it, even though it is now well over a month old and it was written shortly after the election. The points are made extraordinarily well and I think make a very good nonpartisan case for just how wildly radical the Republican platform has become and just how far from true mainstream American opinion they have strayed.

They thought they could always just tell Americans what to think. But the American people have their own opinions and you keep up or get left out.

Watching the sunset of an era of conservatism is a darkly satisfying thing. I just wish it didn’t have to come to this every single time.

Bringing things down to a more personal level, we have this extraordinary story of a 21 year old university student who had to get a restraining order against her own parents.

It is a very unusual thing for a judge to basically declare a young woman’s parents to be stalking her, but these parents are apparently total psychos who make the average “helicopter parents” look like absentee parents who leave a bowl of cereal out once a month with a note that says “Don’t burn stuff.”

They regularly drove 600 miles from their home to their daughter’s university for unannounced visits, and follow her around tracking her every move, and making wild accusations of promiscuity, drug use, and mental health issues.

Classic control freak shit. They probably believed what they said when they said it. Controlling people have no problem imagining that their loss of control can only mean chaos, death, and destruction. That level of controlling behaviour can only stem from a very distorted sense of the world that only trusts that which it can completely control.

How bad did it get for this poor girl? Check this out :

The parents became such an issue that the school hired security guards to keep them out of their daughter’s performances. When the parents stopped paying her tuition because she’d cut off all contact with them, the school gave her a full scholarship for her final year.

Obviously, the school knows the parents are psychotic. Is anyone surprised to find out that the girl is an only child? As a very dear friend, also an only child of controlling parents, recently said : “Have more than one kid!”

Bet your parents seem sane compared to these ones, though, don’t they dear?

And while I am speaking to my dear friend, here is a piece she will like : Peter “Boson” Higgs takes on the anti-religious zealotry of Richard Dawkins.

My friend and I have deep, deep issues with rabid fundamentalist atheist like the kind Dawkins promulgates. It is as hateful and vicious and dehumanizing as any other form of intolerance, and if these rabid anti-theists think they are somehow advancing their cause with their bellicosity, they are sorely mistaken. Like all vocal bigots, all they are really doing is fostering hate in the hearts of others by encouraging them to abandon any shreds of true humanism for the jingoistic joy of feeling better than others. They rally the base, but they make no conversions.

In fact, they do quite the opposite. They force a nontheist like myself to align against them, because I am a true humanist and that means I must do my utmost to maximize tolerance of diversity. When you truly embrace love of humanity, you embrace love of the humanity in us all and come to understand that it is our common humanity that unites us, and intolerance of difference which drives us apart.

Dawkins is a bigot, that is all there is to it. And that is the sort of thing that has made me stop identifying as either a skeptic or an atheist, although both labels fit my point of view in many ways.

So I am quite happy that the Higgs of the superstar particle the Higgs Boson is using his newfound high soapbox of credibility and visibility to speak out against this kind of intolerance.

I don’t think religion is true. I think we would be better off without it. But one of the things that international communism proved is that you absolutely cannot take people’s religion away.

If Soviet suppression could not kill it, your angry wounded barking won’t do it. The only cure for religion is knowledge and understanding, not hate and vitriol.

And I find it strange how all these people who hate religion offer no substitute. Religion continues to thrive because it fills a number of needs, and does it better than any cobbled together patchwork of secular substitutes. Pure reason does not cut it for most people.

So unless you have something better to offer people, they are not going to give up what they have. You and I can go on about the awe and majesty of the natural world, but that is small comfort to someone who is dealing with the loss of a loved one, or suffering terrible poverty, or racked with pain from illness.

What do we have to offer those people?

Cold, calculated clinical cynicism?

We have to do better than that.

End notes for Road to Amarlea

Well, that’s it for now, folks.

I will get to work ASAP on a first edit of RtA, and when it is done, I will be glad to send it out as a full PDF for anyone to read.

Just follow the same procedure you used to get your password! (In other words, email me and ask!)

But remember, you can share the book all you like by email, but please do not put it up on any public site. That would count as “publishing” it, and I would lose first publishing rights to it.

And that would suck!

Thanks so much for read, folks. As usual, doing NaNoWriMo was a blast.

And now… to the editing! (dramatic CHORD!)

Because the news happens

Every once in a while, despite my intense self-absorption, the news just batters down the doors of my little mental farmhouse and forces me at metaphorical gunpoint to deal with it.

Usually it is because of one big news story that completely bowls the world over and makes me need to comment even though I know every other blogger in the world is doing it too.

But today, it is a number of news stories that might not have warranted comment individually, but have ganged up on me and made me feel I had to have my say on them or I would not be able to rest.

Warning, none of them are what one would call good news.

First off, comedy legend Phyllis Diller has died, at the ripe old age of 95.

And as a comedy nerd, I feel the loss. She was an amazing presence, able to match wits with the best as recently as her appearance earlier this year on the Daily Show. Glamorous, dynamic, and funny as hell, she was the first lady to work the big clubs with the big boys of comedy way back in 1955, when she was 37 years old and had raised five kids already.

Being 39 myself, it gives me great hope to know that you can start that late in life and become a legend, granted, of course, you are amazingly talented.

What I loved most about her comedy was her wicked laugh and her fearless commitment to being unladylike, while still somehow being one hell of a lady. She seemed like your crazy spinster aunt with a long list of ex-husbands who shows up to family gatherings and makes you get in trouble because she keeps making jokes about all the old family secrets that everyone knows but pretends do not exist, and you can’t help but laugh even though you are getting dirty looks from everybody for encouraging her.

She was one funny lady. The comedy world lost some of its sparkle today.

And while we are on the subject of dead celebrities, I was shocked, as was the world, to hear that director Tony Scott had committed suicide.

I can’t claim to have been a fan because I am often clueless as to who makes the movies I watch, so I had no idea who he was until today.

But I feel the need to comment because, as someone who has been battling his own depression for many years, the subject of suicide touches me personally, and whenever someone prominent who seems to “have everything” commits suicide, it really makes me think about what is truly important in life.

I mean, if all the success and material wealth in the world can’t keep you from taking your own life, then clearly, there has to be something more to this long slide to the grave we call life.

And I cannot help that note that a man who made action-packed, tightly-paced, extremely manly movies like Unstoppable and Top Gun chose to end his life in a very action-packed manner : he jumped off a bridge.

Is it wrong to say that seems appropriate? The rumour is that that he had an inoperable brain tumour, and perhaps wanted to end his life while he still had some dignity and control.

If so, then I do not blame him for what he did. I do not approve of suicide for any other reason, but wanting to go out before disease makes a helpless meat puppet is something I understand.

Death is not always the worst thing that can happen to you.

On to lighter news, let’s talk about a Republican committing political suicide by saying something appallingly ignorant and horrible.

The precis : Congressman Todd Akin, running for office in Missouri, on the question of abortion for victims of rape, said :

“From what I understand from doctors, that’s really rare,” Akin said. “If it’s a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.

Why does it not surprise me that this prime idiot is an engineer by trade? Male engineers are famous for their sensitivity to and understanding of women.

Unfortunately, the GOP have been swift, decisive, and brutally effective in damage control mode. Pretty much the entire Republican machine has pounced on this guy like a starving cat on a fish head, urging him to drop out of the race and withdrawing $5 million that they were going to spend on advertising for the guy’s campaign. So far, he says he is “no quitter” and will stay on, but they usually say that… at first, then someone takes them aside for a little serious cigars and cognac talk, and then they decide to do what is best for the party before Dick Cheney visits their dreams and devours their souls.

That, plus the fact that the Daily Show and Colbert are currently on break, makes me feel like the GOP have made their saving throw against this catastrophic gaffe when they really do not deserve it.

Finally, in nerdy trivia news, today was both Gene Roddenberry’s birthday (if he was still with us, he would have been 91) and Jonathan Frakes’ 60th birthday.

What are the odds that one of the main character actors from a Trek series would have the same birthday as the Great Bird of the Galaxy himself?

Actually, when you consider that there are only 365 days in the year, and there have been five major Trek series, and then you add the fact that they are both Leos and there are a lot of Leos in show biz, the odds are better than you would think.

Still, I thought it was an interesting little constellation of coincidence, and so I thought I would use it to round out today’s round-up of the news.

Happy birthday, Number One! Hope all the bummer news did not harsh your birthday mellow.

But if it did, remember, you can always go back in time and change it.

Just grab a shovel!

And with that obscure reference, I bid you adieu.