As in, he really wants to know if you like puppies.
I’m kind of allergic, myself.
As in, he really wants to know if you like puppies.
I’m kind of allergic, myself.
…Mind you, said answer is “It depends on what you believed, going in.” Yes, I know. Not very helpful an answer, even if it is almost as accurate an answer as you’re likely to get prior to, well.
I found that dichotomy everywhere as I interviewed experts about the emerging science of spirituality. It’s kind of like a Rorschach test: Some researchers look at the data and say spiritual experience is only an electrical storm in the temporal lobe, or a brain gasping for oxygen — all fully explainable by science. Others say our brains are reflecting an encounter with the divine.
And almost invariably, where a scientist stands on that issue has little to do with the clinical findings of any study. It has almost everything to do with the scientist’s personal beliefs.
Via Fark.
This would be the point where I make a Flatliners reference, except that I never actually saw it. I did see Brainstorm, which was sort of about that.
Kind of.
Not really, actually*.
Moe Lane
*Besides, it should have taken the researchers roughly thirty seconds to realize that a reliable method of recording and playing back memories would have guaranteed their research funding by the porn industry for the rest of their natural lives.
President Obama, that is. Via Holy Coast:
Several dozen professors had called upon the first African-American president to forgo a Memorial Day tradition of laying a wreath at a monument to Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery, the grand hillside preserve across the Potomac River from the Capitol on the onetime estate of Gen. Robert E. Lee.
Instead, the White House sent wreathes to both the Confederate memorial at Arlington and to the African American Civil War Memorial in Washington’s historically black U Street neighborhood north of the Capitol.
Presidents traditionally visit Arlington to personally leave a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknowns, bearing the remains of unidentified U.S. military members who died at war. And President Barack Obama did that today, during his first Memorial Day ceremony as president. They have aides deliver wreaths to other memorials – including, today, at the mast of the USS Maine and at the Spanish American War Memorial.
Included in the ranks of said protesters is our old friend Bill Ayers, would-be mass murderer and domestic terrorist. While I’m sure that the President is grateful that he’s decided to come down on the other side of this, one wonders what personality flaws are present in Ayer’s colleagues, that they would be happy to count him as one.
Crossposted to RedState.
(Via AoSHQ Headlines) There’s a metaphor here. I can feel it in my bones:
KOMODO ISLAND, Indonesia – Komodo dragons have shark-like teeth and poisonous venom that can kill a person within hours of a bite. Yet villagers who have lived for generations alongside the world’s largest lizard were not afraid — until the dragons started to attack.
The stories spread quickly across this smattering of tropical islands in southeastern Indonesia, the only place the endangered reptiles can still be found in the wild: Two people were killed since 2007 — a young boy and a fisherman — and others were badly wounded after being charged unprovoked.
Part of the problem may be that the villagers have been prohibited from feeding the dragons for the last decade or so, thus possibly causing the species to switch humans from the “good source for food” to “good source of food…”
Hey, look, if you want to read a blog written by somebody who actually knows something about Komodo dragons I’m sure that you can find one out there. This is the blog run by the guy who convinced his Compositional Writing class in high school that he had one of these babies living in his basement. It’s also the blog written by the guy who owns Curse Of the Komodo, which is unfortunately a movie so bad that not even a softcore lesbian scene would have redeemed it.
And that’s pretty bad.
This was supposedly one of the most popular songs of the Civil War, on either side.
Many of them… well, many of them are awful. Lileks’ reviews of them are not. The links are messed up in places, so just back-click when you’re done with one and go to the next one.
Note: he’s about 1/3rd through, and has found about four or five or so so far that are worth watching. Which is about three or four more than what I personally expected.
Come, I will hide nothing from you: I never saw Terminator 3, because it looked really stupid. Apparently, everyone else agreed – including Cracked.com, which displays its baffled love for all things Terminator-y with these sentences:
For a quick idea of the [Sarah Connor] Chronicles timeline, imagine every single Doctor Who, drunk, on pogo sticks. And half of them are killer robots. And please convince someone to make that movie.
Also included there is a timeline of the Terminator franchise (absent the Sarah Connor Chronicles); for more in that vein, complete with extra pound-your-head-against-the-wall action, see here.
Moe Lane
You know, I hear this art = suffering meme quite a bit, and I understand the power behind it, but I have to ask: what’s so suffering about this picture?
Via Glenn Reynolds.
From the product description:
William Shatner? William Shatner. WILLIAM SHATNER!!! It’s the first ShatnerCon with William Shatner as the guest of honor! But after a failed terrorist attack by Campbellians, a crazy terrorist cult that worships Bruce Campbell, all of the characters ever played by William Shatner are suddenly sucked into our world. Their mission: hunt down and destroy the real William Shatner.
[pause]
I roll to disbelieve.
Moe Lane
PS: Of course it’s the goram Book of the Week.
…already made (and in this site’s case, approved) but with a different link to the homepage. Plus, added text at the end of a complimentary nature. I guess that the assumption is that the webmaster will either ignore it, overlook it, or assume that the comment didn’t go through the first time.
Fascinating, the things that people will do to sell various pharmaceuticals. Particularly one specific type; which for the life of me I can’t understand why it would need any advertising at all…
*Well, it’s the latest trick to me.