Conspiracy number da da da

As a scientist, I'm both fascinated and astonished by the deluge of questions from people who are genuinely frightened and, apparently, unable to distinguish astronomical fact from fiction. They're watching YouTube videos and visiting slick Web sites with nothing in their skeptical toolkit, or to quote Carl Sagan no "baloney detector." Now a blockbuster disaster film called "2012" is set for release in the summer of 2009, and the commercial enterprise is clearly trying to cash in on people's concern (perhaps contributing to their fear as well).

We're all gonna die from Planet X. Boy, now that's a complex name.

So, if you read on Nibiru and the aliens, sorry Scientologists, you're still wrong even with aliens, you'll found out we will be conquered. again.

Supposedly aliens popped on over to Earth when it was closer and grabbed some homo-erectus and fused alien DNA making -- homo sapiens. Why? They needed a work force to dig for gold.

Now, let me get this straight: apart from the obvious, it's wrong factor, let me go logically

aliens have the capability of much-easier than we do planetary travel. They are skilled enough with genetics to impart smartness onto the dumber primates. They can't build probes and robots?

Dumb old humans can send probes to Mars to take soil samples and analyze them. We can build machines and robots to dig deep into our own planet. We can't manage interplanetary travel and we don't know enough about genetics to do much more than tinker with bio-luminescence. Where is the logic in superior beings who can't make machines?

I'm thinking the conspiracy theorists are getting dumber.

For Mike

"The Obvious Answer: Again we must refer to the scientific phenomenon called People Making Up Bullshit."

It's not just for politics anymore. When pushed into a corner like Stevens ... lie.

Merry Christmas 5

play, skate, have fun
you are a child only once
enjoy it

Christmas 4

gifts of the Magi
recolored

Christmas 3

an angel of the Lord came to Mary informing her that she was with child. Though Mary was a virgin, she born Christ whose was called Jesus.

My contribution is that a cat, "do you hear what I hear" who spread the news far and wide

Christmas 2

On Dancer, on Prancer
Oh, and reindeer are fun to chase.

For Simone

God Rocks!
It's hard to rock hard playing when your soul is in torment.
In heaven is there a concert forever?

I stand before you

Do not trust this man behind me!

Uh, sir, that's . . . oh, never mind Mr. Gore.

AVP

Bono e Bono
last man standing wins

Hisspurr Anderson

Agent Smith:
As you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson. It seems that you've been living two lives (opposed to my nine). In one life, you're Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a respectable software company, you have a social security number, you pay your taxes, and you help your landlady carry out her garbage. The other life is with vermin, where you go by the alias Neo and are guilty of virtually every crime we have a law for. One of these nine lives has a future, and one of them does not.
I'm going to be as forthcoming as I can be, Mr. Anderson. You're here because we need your help. We know that you've been contacted by a certain individual, a man who calls himself Mouseus. Now whatever you think you know about this man is irrelevant. He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous man alive. My colleagues believe that I am wasting my time with you but I believe that you wish to do the right thing. We're willing to wipe the cat box clean, give you a fresh start (with Fresh Step) and all that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known rodent to justice.

Neo:
Yeah. Wow, that sound like a really good deal. But I think I got a better one. How about I give catnip ... and you give me my phone call.

Agent Smith:
Um, Mr. Anderson. You disappoint me.

Neo:
You can't scare me with this Gato crap. I know my rights. I want my phone call.

Agent Smith:
Tell me, Mr. Anderson, what good is a phone call if you're unable to speak.... You're going to help us, Mr. Anderson whether you want to or not.

Cat's got his tongue...

pizza pizza?

If it's automatic, why do I have to work on it?

cut ITT out

I have continually received phone calls from this place asking when I was going to enroll.

When you call me twice a week wasting my cell minutes . . . you have peeved me.
No, means no.

Israel halts money transfer

No money to Gaza. Here you go. If you want money, kill Hamas, period. It's not complex like, "Please stop Hamas from firing weapons at us." It's quick. "I'll use small words so that you will be sure to understand me."+

I can only hope that backward leaders get the picture and purge the terrorist groups.

+ Princess Bride

God's work

While, I myself am displeased that I don't get instant gratification, it appears that God has worked hard on helping a friend of mine get a real job. He stands a good chance of working for the USDA on conditions that he finish up his degree while working. He has 1 or more years of college work done, mostly gen. ed., but certainly it is a great opportunity.

He was grieving the loss of his close grandfather who was a good and inspirational man. As one door closes, another opens.

"Thanks. Gramps is pulling some strings for me here."

Love is not wasted.

Hanrooster

Will Smith is . . .

in nearly as many movies as Samuel L. Jackson.

Hancock; prepare for special effects and nothing-special acting or story. Uh, good ideas thrown together into a clump of coal for Christmas. Why not intro a personality turn-around yielding one and ONLY one hero? There were enough inconsistencies that it was bothersome.

One other little Easter Egg in the movie -- when the tornadoes are ripping apart the city, there is a too-tall man walking. perhaps a hint at a tangent story line.

Hancock, watch once. I think about Powerpuff Girls where the city of Townsville is torn asunder daily by monsters and the city manages to put it together again with what money? Movie too was cartoonish.

Merry Christmas 2008 pt. 1

Early for sure, but have a very Merry Christmas!
Santa sold separately.

guilty

If your cellmate's **** doesn't fit, he will won't quit.
Merry beatings and mistreatments O J Simpson, this season and all year long.

things you don't want to see in a restroom

The drain holes make a shape of ... aw, man!
"cute" tiles and a reminder of what the device is.

I grew up in a neighborhood so tough

even the Christmas display houses had broken windows. sloppy photo taken at a drug store.

playing virtual psychiatrist

This second part is really it's response to me talking about farting.