Today, I am an angry, Old Testament Blogger.

I just read this post over at Pharyngula. PZ Myers has a knack for exploiting a scenario, and I love it. You should read the post.

I’m still moving fast through this day, and it appears that you’re already on vacation for the holidays. Where are all my readers these past couple days?

I am a jealous blogger, and I do not like sharing time with other blogs. Nor do I want you spending time shopping when you should be bowing at the alter of Le Café Witteveen.

Take heed. I am not afraid to smite you with my supernatural blogger powers.


I need a topic for a new Pope Mohammed post. Got any ideas?

Autonomous conversations

Tracing (just) the arm bone from fish to humans.


Last night, I woke up after a dream I can’t remember. I needed a bathroom break, so I got up.

Back in bed, I started having one of my autonomous Christmas conversations. I talked about this before. These are conversations I have in my head that I run through over and over. They are imaginary conversations that I’ll never have with my family over the Christmas break. And they keep me awake for hours.

In this episode, we were at the dinner table and my sister-in-law (SiL) asked, “Doesn’t it take faith to believe in evolution, just like it takes faith to believe in Jesus?”

In the autonomous conversation, I talk about how the dinner table is a perfect place to talk about whether it takes faith or not to accept evolution. I explained that if you’ve ever eaten fish with the bones in, what’s left of the carcass resembles our skeleton. There are vertebrae, rib-like structures that protect the innards, and its fins have bones that represent similar bones as our hands and feet. You can see a pelvis, and other parts that directly correlate with ours.

Then I said, “Next, think about eating turkey at Thanksgiving. What’s left after removing the meat are structures that are just like human skeletons: pelvis, ribs, vertebrae, bones in the wings and legs that are modeled just like ours.”

“Doesn’t that mean god used a template?” someone would ask.

“Bare with me, I’m not finished,” I would respond.  Continue reading “Autonomous conversations”