OK, so, I've heard a great deal about John Scalzi's much-vaunted trip to the Creation Museum.
Jason Bock linked to Scalzi's review, and I finally caved.
I mixed myself a glass of liquid courage, and clicked the link...
...and promptly spewed said liquid courage all over my screen in an Olympic-grade spit-take.
You wonder what could have possibly caused such a reaction? Take a look at this picture:
For one terrible moment there, I found myself wondering why a sheep's head was sprouting from the
place where Adam's penis should be. then, I finally realized that the apendage on our side of the sheep is an arm,
not the other leg.
The moral of this story is: Do not drink while viewing pictures of the Creation Museum.
I'm still wondering what the penguin is doing in the tropical paradise of Eden. If some creationist tells me that the penguins have to endure the rigors of their survival because of the fall of man, I'm going to be pissed. I mean, what sort of God would design penguins to live in a tropical paradise, and then...because some two-legged lamb-penised human eats an apple, God banishes them to an icy wasteland?
Come on, God! Not OK, Dude.