Jesus loves the little Zygotes

Heard it on the Non-Prophets, it's from the old Dial-an-Atheist service in Ohio


Jesus loves the little zygotes
all the zygotes of the world.
Jesus loves them until they're born
then abandons them forlorn.
Jesus loves the little zygotes 'til they're born.

Jesus loves the little children
all the children of the world.
Jesus gives them heart defects
measles, mumps, and ringwormed necks.
Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Jesus lets their parents beat them,
bruise their bodies black and blue.
Jesus gives them birth defects,
scurvy, ticks, and palette clefts.
Jesus loves the little children of the world.

Jesus gives the children cancer.
Earaches, lice, and scabies too.
Bowel obstructions, altered lips,
blighted brains and twisted hips.
Extra chromosomes to help them when they pray.

Hallelujah.

Jesus gives the children acne.
AIDS and leprosy galore.
Germs and worms of every kind.
Things to make the children blind.
But he cannot give them smallpox anymore.

Scientists and unbelievers
wiped the pox right off the earth.
Jesus still gives gifts to kids,
broken nose and burnt eyelids.
But he cannot give them smallpox anymore.

Counting the seconds

2 days was bad

3 is worse

It's 4 until Wednesday.

Leaf on the wind

Epic scene is epic

(sucky quality aside)

All your base

A blog comment! I felt so special :ira: (dammit, MG smilies don't work here....hang on...there we go: )


So where was I....oh yeah, blog comment.

It was on the definitions I was thinking up whilst sitting in the car; focusing on:

"Love: a hormonal imbalance stemming from and resulting in extreme infatuation with another individual. Other effects can include impaired cognitive abilities and general elation"

To which the respondent responded

"Your definitin of love pretty much says it all regarding how out of touch you are with reality."

I find this claim that I am out of touch with reality very amusing, given that it is coming from somebody who recently made a post in which it was set out that atheist, therefore naturalist.

Writing a dictionary

3 hours in a car does this to you. Writing your own dictionary.

Respect: An alteration in behaviour or attitude towards an individual or object to demonstrate appreciation of sacrifices undertaken by the individual or object.

Ethics: arbitrary standards of right and wrong which are treated as though they are not.

Love: a hormonal imbalance stemming from and resulting in extreme infatuation with another individual. Other effects can include impaired cognitive abilities and general elation*

Worship: Willing slavery and exultation under the pretence that the individual being worshipped has done something to earn the participants respect

Cathedrals: Pretty but ultimately futile. Reminders of humanities creativity, even in delusion.

Circumcision: GBH

*FYI this is not a bad thing

Making sense for 2000 years

"spitting out kids doesn't make God happy. he'd rather you do not have sex a praise God. if you can't control the sex desires most people can't he wants you to get marred. sadly these condemned men don't have any wisdom about themselves. child abuse happens everywhere, God let humans make their own choice. like these humans did on this video. not much different than child abusers. God did not say preach but, don't marry. catholic says that, not christian. idiots quit breeding sucky instead."

Global warming

Ethics allow a co-operative society to function, benefiting humanity as a whole as a society can do better than the individual.

However it would be more beneficial to society, and therefore to the individual, by not continuing on our current course of environmental Armageddon.

By seeking an equality with nature I can continue my misanthropy

Hey Jack get back, in fact, don't do that

Not indecisive
Just afraid
Don't want to do it wrong

My first time

Here follows the account of my first physical threat I've ever had, ever! I feel so special

(FYI Peter = the forum admin)

Fleshie:

Laugh all you like - you live in your own little fantasy world where you are the self-important king. I live in the real world where I DO have a respectable amount of authority. Do please let me know if ever you should visit Eastern Canada. You can willingly step onto MY dojo floor where I will break your nose, peter (the word peter also means PENIS here in North America) and then give you a swift kick in your arse when you fall down. Just because you deserve it so very very much.

That's the mental image that gives me loads of amusement. Simply because I know it will happen so very fast. To you, penis. I mean, peter.

Me:

Oh, penis jokes now?

You can almost smell the intellect.

...

Smells like fish

Fleshie:

Image
You're invited too, smartass. See that right fist? It's hungry for making smug little self-satisfied grins vanish very quick.

Me:

Funditard 101: Threats constitute valid logical sentances

Fleshie:

Care to test that, wiseass?I've been playing with my wavemaster a lot more recently
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Me:

When I first saw that I thought it might be an anal intruder.

Given that this is fleshie, I still think it might be

It explains a lot

*FACEPALM*

Insulting, palaeontology fail, racist, straw-manned, ignorant, brainwashed, smash-your-head-0n-the-desk-idiotic, coma-inducing, lying Christian love

"Dinosaurs have been found in Russia where it was to cold for lizards"
*punches screen*

"I don't remember seeing a big meteor coming along and killing everyone"
Because if you did you'd be dead!

I am tempted to call poe.

Just in case he isn't here is DTAs response

WAYLTRN?

A WAYLTRN post. That's "what are you listening to right now" for the uninitiated.

Basically stick your music player on shuffle and type down the first 5 songs that come up, plus your favourite line from them.

(I've got my BR playlist going so they'll prob. all be by them)

Mediocrity - Bad Religion - Punk Rock
"Stories from our childhood condition us to think that beauty is a basic human trait,
But how do they reconcile with daily realities like poverty, dominence and rape?"

New Dark Ages - Bad Religion - Punk Rock
"Because we're animals; with golden rules"

Before You Die - Bad Religion - Punk Rock
"When you bite the dust was it for purpose or for trust?
You'll never relive it
So think before you die"

Materialist - Bad Religion - Punk Rock
"The process of belief is an elixar for the weak
I must confess at times I indulge it on the sneak
But generally my outlook is not so bleak"

That Spells DNA - Jonathan Coulton - Pop rock (?)
"If it says GTCACGACAGG
Then you shouldn't eat shrimp or nuts"

I encourage you all to do a WAYLTRN post. Hearing peoples favourite lines can be ver interesting,

I'll have a go

Matt said that nobody [of the non Jesusophile nature (if you are consider this whole post written in red and unless you're feeling rather self-flaggelating you might want to skip it)] could sit through this song

I took that challenge

I won that challenge

It inspired me to write another verse as an epilogue

"Jesus took the wheel
Then I ploughed right into a field
Now not even Tacitus can reveal
'Cuz I know that he ain't real
And my kids wound up as veal
Sliced like a baby seal
Now next time I decide to kneel
It won't be for fervent zeal
As no matter what I feel
Jesus didn't take the wheel"

I like it

My world is like plaster; crumbling under pressure from the blaster

Why is it that people will become automatically embarrassed over facts that are revealed about them by someone else?

They may be perfectly willing to tell others those facts themselves, they might even be about to.

But if it isn't coming straight from their lips then they don't like it.

Is it because they feel that they have possession over themselves? Perhaps they desire to be in control. Maybe they just feel betrayed.

But why?

It's because we create a façade amongst our little clique to ensure we are accepted. We mould it via the control of information.

Loose control, you loose the façade

Loose the façade and nobody will like you in any way at all, ever.

At least, that's what we think. We trick ourselves to believe it.

The reality of who we are conflicts with the social norms we have generated and so we convince ourselves that the reality of who we are is something nobody will like.

everyone's begging for an answer

"Don't tell me about the answer,
'cause then another one will come along soon,
I don't believe you have the answer,
I've got ideas too,
But if you've got enough naivete,
And you've got conviction,
Then the answer is perfect for you"

It all depends what this is referring to. As a general rule it is bad as you wind up in the position of denying progress based on the hypothetical improvements that have yet to come.
Did we do nothing we Newton's mechnaics because Einstein's would come along later? Nope.
Should we stop using Einstein's as a better one may be around the bend? Nope.

Whilst it does accurately convey the constant improving nature of human knowledge, to deny the exploitation of current knowledge based on the possibility of having some better knowledge is just plain silly.

Though it does accurately reflect the sceptical nature you should have of some of the "answers" that we are presented with. Astrotheology, 'the secret' etc. are a dime a dozen and perhaps should be treated like this song suggests.

To summarise: an accurate description of advancing human knowledge that could lead to the culling of human progress if applied to liberally, but in the right amounts helps weed out bad ideas.

But then the question arises; what makes a bad idea?

That really depends on each idea, but a good 'yardstick' is whether it requires faith for you to accept it as true.

Of course, this may upset some people, particularly those of a religious nature.

But this is merely because of a misunderstanding. "Faith" is the state of belief where you have no evidence, proof or justification for that belief. Most religionists have a justification, some proof or evidence of their chosen belief.

Of course, nowadays faith has been equated to religious belief to the extent that it is one and the same. I do not use it in this context. When I refer to faith I do so as when you have a belief with no evidence at all, rather than when you have a belief in a religion.

So by the old definition, which I use now, most religious types are excluded.

In fact, almost everything is excluded.

But not everything. Some ideas still require you to pause your evidentiary standards.

Some require the old style faith

Those are the bad ideas

There's always one.....

Whenever a transition occurs in your little social club you most likely wind up with new members.
This is fine and dandy as you get new friends and meet new people.
But sometimes you wind up with one...

One who really wants to be a part and so somehow finds out an inane tidbit about your group or their history and then constantly refers to it.

They'll bring up this anecdote every few sentences just to show that they know, that they should belong.

It gets really annoying, but surely, should you not be flattered that somebody is going to these lengths to be accepted? To dig through your discourse and find out this random piece of inanity? That you matter so much that they'd do this just to belong?

Ostensibly perhaps. You obviously matter to them and should be grateful.

But really?

Should you be happy that they keep drilling home this single point every 30 seconds in an effort to belong?

No.

Because if they really wanted to be in then they'd do so through their own merits, creating their own anecdotes.

And they wouldn't irritate you.

Everyone is begging for an answer

Some pondering was prompted by a particularly weird personal statement in which the Big Bang Theory (BBT) could be cited as proof of a Supreme Being (SB)

The fact is it could.

It could also be cited as proof of the universe being built on top of a turtle on top of a turtle etc.

The simple fact is that we don't know enough about the BBT to say anything except a description of it.

The universe used to be very hot and dense. Since then it has expanded and cooled

Beyond that we can't say anything. We simply don't know. Pre-BB could be mutliverse, string theory, quantum fart, SB or turtles all the way down.

We just don't know and anyone who claims they do is wrong.

It might sound bad to be exclaiming our lack of knowledge, but at least is honest. We don't have all the answers and admitting we don't know rather than making some up is the first step towards finding them

Amirite?

IMA IN UR EMOTIONS STEALING UR HAPPY

It was a very good weekend. Most enjoyable, despite having no right to be so; what with psychology, business, biology, TOK and extended essay coming up.

But it fought against the gloom and came through with flying colours. It was the calm before the storm if you will.

So a few thanks to those who made it possible.
Evangeline for some EPIC bench sitting and a scarf! And the promise of peace on earth, but that's more of an after thought
Dario for a spontanous history lesson and some though provoking bus waiting on Friday (still counts as the weekend)
Uganda for a.......pallitable movie recommendation and humouring me with my constant firefly quoting. Plus a suprisingly lengthy conversation.

I hope it was enjoyable for ya'all also.

If not ha! Your happy. It is mine now.

A misanthropic anthrapoid with nothing to do

(Do what you want)

I can place a statistical value on human life.

I can think of how it is good for them to live.

I know the benefits their survival imbues upon both me and civilisation

And yet at anything deeper than this objective level I really could not care whether people live or die.

Outside of my little 'friendship group,' despite knowing how it is beneficial for you to survive, I couldn't really care whether you do or do not.

Am I a bad person?

Pet Peve #331

When your reading a book and using the dust jacket folds as a book mark, there is a point about halfway through where you aren't sure whether to use the left or right fold as the book mark.

I passed this point with Dawkins "The Greatest Show on Earth" last night. It really irritated me.

In the end I had to count the pages and divide by 2 to find out which fold I was closer to.

I am doing maths where it is not needed. I could just gauge the distance with my eyes. Do a rough estimation.

But no....I worked it out.

I did maths

I feel unclean

Don't look at me; no I ain't one

(yeah....it's a prodigal son reference; what of it?)

Sometimes I feel like a third wheel.
Someone on the side, not really in it.
Just there for the entertainment value.
People aren't themselves around me.
And I can't be myself around them since I am too busy fulfilling my job as comic relief.
As the diversion, distraction.
The one who is there just because.

But when that doesn't happen.
When I am the one talked too.
I can feel out of my depth.
Thrown in the deep end.

I am stuck between two worlds.

I only hope I can carve out my own

Hey you with the pretty face....

(Adam J. Benton would like to point out that if you don't get the title reference then it is ELO fail)

An optimistic sky?

The sky has no intelligence or sentience. It cannot be optimistic or negative, nor have any mood or opinion as it is an object - inanimate and dead.

When it rains on you your anger does nothing; it does not care how you feel as 'it' cannot. It just is and your machinations have no bearing on it.

When you view the sky as nice or not, all you are doing is projecting your own aesthetic interpretation of reality upon that which you see.

You like what you see but what you see does not express this liking in any real way. The pleasing aspect of this sky is not something which is tangible. You cannot hold beauty in a jar.

Your mood is set by some presupposition of what reality is and just looking at the world can make you feel happy or sad when all that is really happening is that your projecting your deep emotions onto the blank canvas that is the world.

It does not feel, it does not think and it does not care. All that matters here is you.

You are that which assigns the world that is laid out in front of you purpose. You are the thinking, feeling, hurting creature at the centre of it all.

But do not fear, for I am there too.

Wait.....what!?

Some random messages I encountered whilst surfing the interwebs today:

"i have one statement and one question. if god has to have a beginning, then why doesn't space? if you think hard enough, you wont even believe you exist."

I have no idea what just happened. Some random message making less sense than the usual tubery.
Trying to think about how it would make me think I didn't exist involved so many mental contortions my head hurts.

"Hello!I'm from Asia China"

As opposed to what? Regular China?

"I'm very happy to see many foreign players are playing this old game,because in my country there's little pepole are playing now~~~~~~Depresseding~~~~~~"

The Chinese: getting depressed for random reasons since 1949

So I should be doing apathy now?

Oh, and this

I'm on to you....

(Somewhat recycled from a previous discussion since I seek to put as little effort for the most awesome into these posts as possible)

When somebody (notably those who are not male :P) complains about some aspect of their person what they really desire is to have that part of their personage complimented.

By inducing some sort of 'guilt' (for want of a better word) they hope to gain this from those who overhear their complaining.

Of course, this can put those around them at in a difficult position occasionally, as this compliment can come with added baggage.

So what winds up happens is the observing party can only offer a prudish disagreement with the complaint, leaving both dissatisfied.

So I propose that we sweep aside all this complicated crap and simply provide each other with little niceties, no strings attached.
This will revolutionise social interaction and make the world happier.

So ask and ye shall have.

xkcd poops on a variation of my idea (click for bigger):

I am the music man pt 2

My new musical goal in life is to be able to play this song

It seems pretty easy, even gives you the chords, so I should be able to do it.

Look what I can do

Boredom during english resulted in the rediscovery of googlefights.

Here are some of my favourite results:

1 Good thing Vs Another
(Clearly everyone on the internet already has a girlfriend. Or the internet)

1 Magic man Vs Another
(I think we should have some sort of spin-off in which they duel)

1 Bad thing Vs Another
(at least you can run away from babies. But an STD will follow you)

1 Good friend Vs Another
(google is the only way to place a value on this much awesome)

Desire Vs Mercy
(I guess I will obey the google. Irritatingly)

1 Awesome guy Vs 1 not so Awesome guy
(guess which one is which)

Racism Vs MOAR Racism
(BOO! Terrified of me yet? No!? How about now?)

I am the music man

Appearing to the right of this post should be a little music bar.

Click it to hear some gangsta tunage!

It's not set to autoplay, MySpace taught me that much, so you have to click it yourself.

It's also on shuffle, so you get a new song each time ^^

I won't deny I'm inclined to isolate

(Adam J. Benton was contemplating titling this "Han Xuan" (sp?) which is pinyin for "phatic." However, in order to continue the 'tradition' of naming posts after references he decided with this title so as to refer to Dearly Beloved. He would also like to inform his readership that he has started making these 'notes from the editor' in the 3rd person to make it seem more professional)


As I sat in lunch today it seemed to stretch out before me. I was with friends, but just couldn't partake in it. When somebody tried to talk to me I just couldn't hold conversation. Others seemed to manage it but I just couldn't.

I began to think I just wasn't very good at, having those old feelings of inadequacy. I thought back to yesterday and waiting in the bus-stop with those long periods of silence when I couldn't think of anything to say. I thought of the day before when a similar thing happened out the back of Touchwood.

I began to suspect I sucked at being social. To an extent it is true, I do have a slight inclination to isolate, though I suspect it's me being overly-critical again.

This feeling wasn't helped by the fact that the little sojourn into Solihull with Tham wound up being just phatic talk. She was glum, needed cheering up. In fact, the purpose of this little trip was to cheer her up.

And all I could talk about was the most inane stuff. Whilst I enjoyed it and I offer many thanks to her I couldn't help feeling that she needed better, that she should have better....that she deserved better.

But I guess sometimes you just need company; and she did seem to perk up towards the end. Maybe it wasn't quite as bad a social fail as I thought, though I am starting to get worried about shifting the focus towards me. Don't bother, she should have it. Go make Tham feel great as she deserves it for being so awesome all that time; whilst I go and find solace in the fact that I do want to be social.

As though intent counts for much.

Just Alerting You

xkcd knows.

I want this on a t-shirt

Stephen Gately

50p says today someone else died today.

Somebody who did a damn slight more for humanity than what he did; perhaps he developed a drug which saved lives or maybe he worked for charity.

And he won't be in the papers, won't be mentioned and we won't know.



Maybe I'm being a bit blunt, but sometimes to make a point the best way is to be blunt
I'm not trying to suggest that he shouldn't be remembered, but that people are perhaps elevating to a status above which he should be.

Dillahunty Vs. God

I wouldn't call Matt Dillahunty a hero as I find it odd to refer to living people as heroes.

It's almost like the larger-than-life image you have of them is neutered by the fact that they're still human at the moment, with human foibles.

But I don't want Matt do die. Let's label him as a 'role-model,' though he is probably a poor one.

Matt was raised a fundamentalist Christian, but began to fall away from his faith during his time in the navy. With a devout family, he was encouraged to return to the fold and sought to join the ministry.

He wanted to show the atheists how they were wrong and take them back into the flock, so as part of his preparation he studied various atheist arguments and the counter-apologetics to refute them.

But they didn't quite satisfy them.

He began to ask more questions and eventually found himself coming to the realisation that he didn't believe in God. He hid this from his parents, who would be appalled and went 'in the closet' as he was living in fundamentalist Texas.

Until he saw an episode of the atheist experience.
He began watching and rung in.
Within 41 days he was co-hosting.
By the end of the year he was the host.
Soon he was president of the Atheist Community of Austin.
Now he is a legend (link contains God being sliced up with a big sword)

He continues to host the Atheist Experience and Non-Prophets, both of which I am huge fans of.

Demotivator

The other day I was told that I was a rather good 'motivator'
(those weren't the exact words but will do for the purposes of this post (I may or may not be skeptical of the truth of this claim, for reasons I may or may not explain later; but that too will also be ignored for the purposes of this post))

(seemingly random theme: check)

What followed was a bit of introspection, as I had been curious before as to why somebody (*cough* D.G. *cough*) kept returning for 'motivation' and why I continued to provide it.

(Extrapolation: check)

I think it all boils down to some of the rather large feelings of inadequacy I get. I keep thinking that I suck at everything; that everyone is better than me. This is probably true.

As such when somebody has something which I do not and yet they deny this for whatever reason, I get rather frustrated. I try to convince them that they do have it because they do.

In other words, they have something I want and yet the deny this; making them seem ungrateful, which irritates me as I wish I had this ability that they posses. So I try to convince them they do have it.

(depressing self criticism: check)

. . .

Now I just need vampires...

. . .

TWILIGHT SUCKS

We'll have peace on earth and global communion

I looked around my little blogroll today.

I see Darren wallowing in his depressing melodrama.
I see Evee finding some underlying theme to her day and extrapolating it out to reflect upon herself.

And I see Aiman falling head over heels over vampires. (skip to about 8:30)

Then I look back and see mine; with the last post attempting to read the world of strife and the previous posts trying to get into the head of bloggers.

Methinks I'm setting my sights to high. Perhaps I should do something akin to the others.

Expect a negative, introspective post with added vampires soon.

(The title is a reference to I Want To Conquer The World, linked to somewhere above. Some of the links may not be suitable for those easily offended (but by now it's probably too late, suckas!))

Lost in space

In an admittedly vain attempt to convince Darren to have a different outlook on humanities progress we watched 'Pale Blue Dot'

It was an abject failure for that purpose as he spent most of the time wondering "which continent is Africa?" (FYI Africa =/= South America)

But whilst watching it I had one of those epiphanies. You know, the flash of understanding where you finally figure out life, the universe and everything but before you can put it into words it dissipates.

I did manage to put this one into words, but then realised it was something I already knew. But here goes:

"We are both on this planet, this speck. Trapped on the edges of the galaxy we have to share our rock. You may not like my ideology, my beliefs, my race, my religion, my party, my country or even me, but we are still on this dot as it hurtles through the void. War only provides temporary reprieve.

Permanent improvement can only come from teamwork and it is better, by any standard, if we work together rather than apart. Our machinations against each other are futile, but our co-operation can change the very face of much more than our home.

We are an extra-terrestrial race now, not because of war or strife, but through our co-operative society. To be a part of this greatness requires that we sacrifice pieces of our existence, but in return, we gain a whole lot more"

(postscript: Reading back over it I realised that the cheese is great in this one. Well screw it, began made of chedder doesn't invalidate my point. TEAM WORK FTW)

A QI observation

Our English teacher reminds me somewhat of Stephen Fry, despite being a woman.

They have the same eyebrow/eye/nose combination.

Though our English lessons are not QI unfortunately

So they have the internet on computers now

So I've gone at got one of those 'blog' things.

Why?

Boredom mostly; I find myself staring at long lunch hours with nothing but FSTDT, MG & DARREN to keep me entertained.

Their novelty value does not last too long.


But I could do many things to keep me entertained; like leaving the computer room and going into the common room where are living beings. I keep telling myself I should, but. . . .



I think the reason I, and so many others, choose to blog is because we hope for some twisted love, some acceptance. By laying down our lives bare in front of you we hope others will acknowledge it.

Like diaries.

I remember when they were all the rage, back in year 6. They were paraded around, the size of the padlock shown off and dire warnings of "do not read" issued. But they were all left on desks, half open.

It's like we want somebody to read our thoughts and go "well done, you win at life"

Well, life is a bitch.

(I hope to be less abstract in the future, just spent a lot of time dwelling when I should've been doing biology)