Much captioning fun at the expense of “ready dot gov,” the lovely Homeland Insecurity website. Read and be amused.
Internet Infidels – If you…
Month: March 2003
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If you have set yourself on fire, do not run
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Thoughts on the burden of proof
Thomas Jefferson, in an 1808 letter to one Daniel Salmon:
We certainly are not to deny whatever we cannot account for. A thousand phenomena present themselves daily which we cannot explain, but where facts are suggested, bearing no analogy with the laws of nature as yet known to us, their verity needs proofs proportioned to their difficulty. A cautious mind will weigh well the opposition of the phenomenon to everything hitherto observed, the strength of the testimony by which it is supported, and the errors and misconceptions to which even our senses are liable.
It’s a bit dense and archaic, but overall not a bad piece of writing that neatly describes how I feel about “unexplained phenomena.”
Just a tidy bit of skepticism to start your day. You’re welcome.
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Madly Liberated
Okay, okay, I surrender. You may already have noticed that Mari introduced us to the Mad Liberation, and Lilith promptly followed suit. Three or four of you may even have wondered why I didn’t immediately put a copy here.
Laziness, pure and simple. (Happy now?) Anyway, here’s the deal: In the comments or in an email if you’re shy (clickable linky goodness right below the duck logo, thanks) copy and paste the following, filling in the blanks as you see fit.
I ____ Karel.
Karel is ____.
If I were alone in a room with Karel, I would _______.
I think Karel should _____.
Karel needs ______.
I want to ____________ Karel.Ego gratification ahoy!
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Sarah’s Birthday
All kinds of incredibly cool people have March birthdays. Take Sarah, for instance. Today’s hers. Go wish her a happy one, will ya?
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That’s neither a Wizard or a Quest
Wendi and her dad have often spoken of the wonderful times they’ve had playing a game called “Wizard’s Quest.” Perhaps you’ve heard of it. I hadn’t. It’s a board game with complicated rules that takes a long time. This description could fit just about anything the Avalon Hill company ever produced, of course.
On a whim I decided to Google for information about the game, to see if it had ever been computerized, that sort of thing. And in the process I learned two things.
1) When you want to look for “Wizard’s Quest,” the game, be sure to include “Avalon Hill” in your search terms. Otherwise you’re likely to come across several tons of this kind of gods-forsaken crap:
My description of your physical and spiritual existence is an eternal vision of my God (male) force blending with the Goddess in an androgynous and magical reunion. The two higher selves become one, each ruled by their own sovereign laws.
Each obeys the laws of being and nurtures a free and spontaneous way to produce different music from the same source. Each an inspiration to each other, fusing into one with two bodies that create the synthesis of androgynous energy, to regenerate the magic of heaven.
This wizard’s promise to his ultimate female muse is that he will find her again while traveling through his Spiritual worlds. This quest is his dream to play with her again in the lush gardens and forest groves of the magical planet, Gaia, and to co-create with brothers and sisters, the new Virgin paradigm of Who We Are.
There are so many things wrong with that web page that I just can’t even decide where to start. Let’s move on, instead.
2) Someone’s taken the time, apparently, to recreate “Wizard’s Quest” as a computer game. The fact that the screenshot is taken from Windows XP and the website is hosted on Geocities may or may not be offputting to you. I think I’m going to download it tomorrow and see how it looks. Think on it as a parting gift for the father-in-law who’s soon to be moving back to Arizona at long, long last.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go have some dessert, listen to some music and hit the sack.
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Blimps don’t make good pets.
Via Bears Cave we have this chilling tale of evil menacing blimps. Do not read while sipping beverages. You’ve been warned.
The Horror of Blimps