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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

I got to this site via Denialism.com.  It matched me up with a "daemon".  Do you think it's the right one?

 

 

Tuesday, October 30, 2007 12:09:40 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Sunday, October 28, 2007

Ya know that stuff you remember doing, or being a part of, or even just standing by and failing to step in and put a stop to it that makes you feel badly when you think about it years later?

I’m not going to write about that.  Everybody writes about that.

I’m going to write about some of the stuff I KNOW I SHOULD feel badly about, but don’t.

I was, originally, going to try to do it without justifying myself…but let’s be honest, that’s not going to happen.  ‘Cause little old Jiminy EmmerEffin’ Cricket is sitting here staring at me, and even though I don’t feel badly about this stuff, it’s all I can do to keep from locking him in the closet with the Venus Fly trap I just recently bought.

That would be thing number one.

I generally don’t kill bugs.  I usually set them free outside or ignore them, depending on my mood.  Sure, I’ll flush a woodtick down the toilet…but I WON’T burn them with matches.  That just seems psycho to me.  That, and I grew out of torturing insects when I was 8.

OK, 10.

Anyway, I bought a Venus fly trap.  Because we have this perennial problem with Boxelder bugs and those darned Asian Beetles.  They’re everywhere, inside and outside of the house.  I’ve even taken to spraying bug killer on them the last couple of years to try to thin them out…with very little success.  Sure I kill hundreds of them…but you don’t even notice a dent in the population.

They’re still all over the place, crawling around on both the inside and outside walls, wiggling their way in through cracks and crevices.  They’re in the shower, on the couch, in your hair…IN THE BUTTER (upside:  people are getting better about replacing the cover on the butter dish).

So I bought a Venus Flytrap.

You might think this is a sort of nice zen solution to the invasion of hordes and hordes of bugs.  You know, letting nature solve the problems caused by nature.

But I have to confess…I don’t just let the hapless bugs wander to their doom as nature intended.  No, I have captured some of the bugs…

…and FED them to the Flytrap.

It’s not like they’re cockroaches, or termites.  They don’t hurt anything, they aren’t pernicious and they’re just a seasonal annoyance.  The worst they do is die and leave their bodies around for me to sweep/vacuum/dust up.  Killing them is completely pointless, and not at all necessary.  It’s completely against my ethics to kill something just because it is an annoyance.  But I did it anyway, and so I should feel badly about it, but I don’t.

So much for cleaning up the karma.  But I don’t care.  It’s really SATISFYING to see the trap snap down on one or two representatives of  those effing annoying, endless, invading armies of bugs.

 

When I was in highschool there was this Home Economics teacher.  She walked around clutching her books to her chest like a shield.  He beady little eyes would dart back and forth as she hunched down the hallway.  As if she expected a sasquatch to leap out of a broom closet and maul her lace ruff, or hand-crocheted shawl, or her freshly-polished brown, sensible shoes.

A friend once described her as being a walking, open wound.  I’d never given it a lot of thought, but my friend was right.  Something in the rabbit-like appearance and demeanor of this poor excuse for an authority figure cried out for harassment.

She could not manage a classroom.  She couldn’t keep order, and she couldn’t stick to a lesson plan.  She wouldn’t call on students nor answer questions, because of many years of having the students provoke her with inappropriate or galling questions or statements.  Her most frequent in-class activity was to assign reading from the text-book, and then wander around the room, eyes darting to the left and right, muttering “shut up.  Shut up.” Under her breath, in her tense little voice.

I’d always assumed that she was talking to the numerous kids who talked and goofed around in class, not caring about anything they were supposed to be doing or learning.   In retrospect, maybe there were ethereal voices involved.

Anyway, This poor woman was persecuted mercilessly.  Like most frequent targets of bullies, I sympathized.  Also like most frequent targets of bullies, I kept my head down and enjoyed the relief of the attention being diverted elsewhere.  I didn’t participate, but I also didn’t speak up on behalf of this teacher.  Like any other prisoner of an institution, I was just there to do my time, and keep myself to myself.

Until one day.

I had opened my back-pack to take out the homework work were supposed to do for the class, and hand it in.  I’d brought my lunch to school that day, so that I could enjoy the outside-air and a cigarette by the lake rather than endure the cafeteria.

There was a school rule against having food in the classrooms.  Nobody paid much attention, but on this particular day, the neurotic bird woman of Home Economics decided to enforce this rule against me.  ME!  Who sat quietly and didn’t cause trouble.

Not against the boys who had placed a condom on the doorknob (a lubricated condom) of the classroom door.  They knew she never turned her back on the class, so when she reached out to open the door, she didn’t see that she was about to touch a slimy condom.  The bastards got a LOT of amusement out of the feverish hand-washing that ensued.  She didn’t go after the people who had threatened to kidnap and kill her cat, or the people that spit-wadded her whenever she walked down the hallway.

No.  She picked the person she knew she could harass without anyone objecting.

She snatched my lunch-bag out of the back-pack and “seized” it.  I wasn’t supposed to have food in the classroom, you know.  She took my lunch, and she wouldn’t give it back. 

That was it.  I became her worst enemy.  Even going so far as to create a shriveled paper-machet hand puppet which I dressed in a dowdy old doll dress, and took it out when doing a slide-show and bobbled it back and forth in  front of the screen, saying “shut up!  Shut-up!” in a very good imitation of her quavering voice.

I got detention for my escapades, unlike the cowards who harassed her in their sneaky way.  I think she was glad to have a target for her bile. 

The next year, the poor woman had to go on an extended “vacation”, from which she never returned.

I should feel bad about my part in her inability to handle her class, because I wasn’t helpful, and I didn’t “rise above” to be the better person when she chose me, of all people, to assert her bit of control in a world that was too big for her…

I should feel bad, but I don’t.  Is it enough that I feel a little bad about not feeling bad?

I guess I’ll just have to settle for knowing, intellectually, that I was wrong and working from that.  I’m not sure that that particular little bit of corruption in the heart is terribly tractable. 

There’s a few other things, I know, but the inspiration to write about them hasn’t struck at this particular time.  So stay tuned.  There might be another episode of “I’m not sorry.”

Anyone else have some “I’m not sorry” stories?

Feel free to be anonymous.

Sunday, October 28, 2007 9:56:49 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Saturday, October 27, 2007

Home Front 1 Allergies:  No reaction to the allergy injections, beyond the expected swelling and rash at the injection site.  I’m told that I must do a peak-flow test every time I come in to get the injections (every 3-10 days – 7 being optimal).  I’ll need to come in that frequently for about 6 months, until I reach my maintenance level.  Then, it will be roughly every 28 days.  As an aside, my peak flow measurement is still 600, despite the fact that I have not been running or training with nearly the vigor I usually do for quite some time now.  Not bad for an asthmatic, eh?

 

Home Front 2  Kung Fu:  I’ve been given three more classes to teach.  The classes previously belonged to my friend, and Kung Fu “brother”, Mike.  He’s found a new job that will require him to travel, and he has to give up his classes.  I now have three classes with typical students in addition to my two classes with special needs students.  Mike is a very good teacher, and his students have a very high level of achievement over-all.  As far as I can tell, there are no super-stars, but all of his students perform at a high level.  The highest rank in his class is 3rd yellow.  The classes are fairly homogeneous as far as rank goes, so I don’t have to worry about teaching to all different levels at once.  A real load off my mind!  Still, I am going to have to work very hard to keep the level of instruction as high as Mike has set the bar!  A little daunting.

 

Home Front 3:  I think Rocky’s coming down with the flu.

Home front 4:  Rocky’s brother and his family is staying with us this weekend.  A happy,  bustling household.  The kids are thrilled to see their cousins.

Home Front 5:  Grasshopper has a cello recital today at 3:30 in Minneapolis, and I have to judge a Kung Fu contest in Hopkins.  Rocky is speaking at a Code Camp in Bloomington, and Adventure Boy is going to be the only one who stays put in the house today.  Yet, there will always be several people home.  Weird.

Saturday, October 27, 2007 6:01:32 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] |  |  | #
Friday, October 26, 2007

Today was my first visit to the allergy/athsma clinic for my immunotherapy shots.  So far, no reaction at all.  So I am very happy.  I tolerated it very well.

I also got my flu shot, which I havn't bothered to get the last couple of years.  It was very good to get it.  Now I know I will be at least somewhat protected.

I am going to have to stay on my anti-allergy medications for quite some time, I think.  However, it is nice to be finally starting down the road to a reation-free exsistance.

Friday, October 26, 2007 10:57:37 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] |  | #

I'm going to go get my first allergy shot today.  I'll let you know how it goes.

Friday, October 26, 2007 6:52:44 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Saturday, October 20, 2007

So now Oprah has been diagnosed with Hypothyroidism.

Here’s the Wikipedia page for hypothyroidism.

I feel bad for her, I really do.  I know what this condition does to a person, and I know how it feels to have it go undiagnosed.  Depression, fatigue, a sense of impending mental break-down or dissipation.  I remember with horror the inability to focus thoughts, inability to discipline oneself.

I understand how much willpower it takes to drag your body out of bed and meet the demands of the day, force yourself against the screaming drag of your own body to force yourself to exercise…only to gain weight.

No amount of make-up can hide the bad skin, no amount of careful self-maintenance can get rid of the blue bags under the eyes, the dullness of the hair.

“You look tired” gets to be like a mantra chanted by everyone you meet.  Sometimes with sympathy or concern, more often with a bit of the gloat behind it.  What they really mean is “You’ve really let yourself go”.

Going to the doctor to find out what’s wrong, you’re told the only prescription you need is more self-discipline and will-power.

Even the Oprah show, which made its name singing the praise of persevering in the face of insurmountable problems manages to slap you in the face, when Dr. Phil says “You’re not fat because of your thyroid.  That’s just an excuse.”

I actually went to the website and left a comment.   I said it was irresponsible for Dr. Phil to say something like that.  I went back later to see if there had been any response to my comment, and I couldn’t find it anywhere.  I assumed it had been deleted.

 I had gone for years with an undiagnosed thyroid problem because of just such a response from a Doctor, who refused to administer a simple blood test, despite the fact that I have a family history of low thyroid, and all the symptoms.  And I DO mean all of them.  The CNP who eventually ran the test said that I was in s life-threatening situation, and not just because of the suicidal thoughts.

But this doctor just gave me the smug look, and the condescending encouragement to do more push-ups…push up from the table.  He actually SAID that.

Normally, I would have stormed out of his office and went to find a doctor who would run the test.  Unfortunately, depression and fatigue caused me to simply shut down in shame and never mention it again…until my friend Sue kicked my ass and told me that she didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I’d better figure it out soon, because she didn’t like who I had become, and she wanted her friend back.

I’m sorry for Oprah that she has to go through this.  But I’m glad that finally, she might address this really important subject, and empower women with knowledge and encouragement to speak up for themselves and demand to be tested if they suspect they have a thyroid problem.

Thyroid disorders require constant maintenance.  I recently went in for my annual test, and found that I might have to have my dosage upped again.  Not a big surprise.  I’ve gained weight, and I’m tired and cranky when normally I would be chipper and happy.    I’ve been unable to focus at my usual level in normal times, and become downright useless in times of stress.  Things that were once easy, have become difficult.  I’m confused, forgetful, and sad.

But I’m going to get a second test done, and it’s likely that a simple dosage adjustment will fix the problem.  It’s such a simple solution.  All you need is the knowledge of what your condition is, and the support of knowledgeable people to help you treat it appropriately.

Saturday, October 20, 2007 8:36:35 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [3] |  |  |  | #
Thursday, October 18, 2007

Stephan Colbert for president!

(wouldn't it be cool if Christopher Walken were his running-mate?)

Thursday, October 18, 2007 12:32:57 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #
Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Acton Institute is announcing their new documentary:  “Call of the Entrepreneur”.

From what I can tell, it’s a stirring story of three men who, despite not being members of the holy Caucasian race (like the guy in the promotional billboard), escape from Communist China and find Jesus – I mean Free Market Capitalism.

They put their God –given talents to work pursuing Jesus.   Mom, apple pie and Chevrolet.  Freedom from accountability Free Market Capitalism.

They pursue their unfettered dreams in the land of milk and honey and become propaganda tools to discredit the idea of a civil society.    Are used to cynically perpetuate the myth that individual  accountability is an attack on freedom.   Symbolize the sense that somehow, capitalist Christians are under attack despite the fact that they run the country.  Fulfill their dreams and the dreams of others through the benevolent intercession of the magic free-market fairies and Jesus (who is, obviously, the omni-present and benevolent “invisible hand” of the market).

The point seems to be to stress the importance of continuing the push to make America a completely Christian theocracy.  anarchistic economy.

 

[UPDATE:  Just as a side-note, I think it'skind of hilarious that Howard Ahmanson quotes the bit about Judas embezzeling from the disciples' money-box when writing for an organization that insists that Jesus is the best way (only moral way) to manage our economy.] 

Tuesday, October 16, 2007 8:24:18 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Monday, October 15, 2007

Will someone please go to Agape Press (Onenews now) and let me know if I am imagining things?

I can't seem to piece together any sort of rational coheasion to this article.

Now, I enjoy posting the occasional stream-of-conciousness jerimiad here on this blog...

...but I do not pretend to e a journalist.  Sometimes I have a thought-salad, and I want to throw it down on paper - er -screen.

OK.  But these guys want to be seriously regarded as a news source. and the best they can come up with is:

"Aaahh!  The U.N.!  Jimmy Carter!  Al Gore!  LOOK!  Global Warming!  Anti-Bush!  Anti-AMERICAN!  Did we mention Jimmy Carter?  eh?  eh?  See what we mean?"

Actually, I think what I just wrote makes more sense.

Monday, October 15, 2007 7:59:49 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [9] | #

Interesting.

Neil asserts that the Bible is innerrant, infallible, and inspired.

As long as you pick the right documents and translations, trust God knows what he's talking about with the contradictions, and assume that you are just ignorant if you don't know what the Bible is talking about.

Amazing.  I agree.  These are the only conditions under which the Bible can be considered innerrant, infallible, and inspired.

Monday, October 15, 2007 9:56:30 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [44] | #
Friday, October 12, 2007

From Panda's Thumb.

 

This is my favorite. Dembski. quote. Ever.

 

"As for your example, I’m not going to take the bait. You’re asking me to play a game: 'Provide as much detail in terms of possible causal mechanisms for your ID position as I do for my Darwinian position.' ID is not a mechanistic theory, and it’s not ID’s task to match your pathetic level of detail in telling mechanistic stories. If ID is correct and an intelligence is responsible and indispensable for certain structures, then it makes no sense to try to ape your method of connecting the dots. True, there may be dots to be connected. But there may also be fundamental discontinuities, and with IC systems that is what ID is discovering.”

 

ahhh-ha-ha ha!

 

If ID is true, then it needs no proof or explination or supporting facts?  WTF?

Anyone who takes this crap seriously is an idiot.  I don't even care if that's "judgemental".  We are supposed to seriously give up hundreds of years of productive, life-improving, knowledge-expanding, results-bringing science if favor of THIS?

Holy Shit.

I wonder if he realized he was actually putting those words together outside of his head where other people could observe them.

Friday, October 12, 2007 9:17:55 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [1] | #

Neil at 4Simpsons says we should be careful what we feed our mind with.

I agree.  We should limit ourselves to spiritually and morally uplifting and edifying images and literature.

Watch Babylon Five,  Firefly, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Battlestar Gallactica, Stargate SG-1...Fiction that shows us at our best, our worst, and our most in-between and doesn't let us idealize ourselves ourselves or avoid our flaws, but challenges us to reach for the ideal all the same.  Not because we fear punishment or crave reward from some distant, absentee father-figure in the sky , but because we owe it to ourselves and our humanity.

Read the about our history and where we came from so that people can't baffle you with bullshit.  Read original sources whenever you can, the real "no spin zone".

Read the Bible for real (as in, straight through, not a peice at a time in some "guided study").  Get the full picture and then decide if you want THAT to be the map of your world, and if so, how you think you should follow it.

Read science papers.  They're all over out there in the intertubes.  You don't have to rely on B.S. "science reporting" anymore.  Read the original papers.  Also, see if the people who did the study have a blog where they talk about the study, and find where other experts comment on the study.  You can go see for yourself what's what.

And go ahead and look at beautiful images of beautiful people.  It's not a freaking neuro-toxin as Neil would have you believe.  Filling your mind with images of human beauty does not cheapen it.  Doing stuff like putting a drape over Lady Justice so nobody sees her boobies, and then taking a crap on civil liberties every chance you get...THAT'S cheapening humanity. 

Don't listen to stuff that confuses those sorts of priorities, but you should probably expose yourself to it so you know what's going on.

And finally, remember what Jesus said:  It isn't what you take in that makes you rightous or sinful..but what you put out that does.  Read, watch, seek and think good...but also DO good as well, because without that, you're just wanking.

Friday, October 12, 2007 7:19:56 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [3] | #
Thursday, October 11, 2007

I'm using one of my favorite cleaning techniques right now, and as I was implementing said technique, I was reflecting on how strange it is to me that so many nerds I know have not thought of it on their own.  So I am going to share it with you all in the hopes that it will bring great improvement to your lives.

 

Now, being nerds, we all have massive libraries of books, games, DVD's, CD's, fan art and museums of tiny little collectables.  Clutter is one of those inevitabilities of fandom.  A badge and a burdon that we bear, like all the others, with a mixture of pride and shame.

 

And dust is the constant companion of clutter.  We all know the heartbreak of trying to wipe the dust and occasional cobweb off of that great Jack O'Neil action figure (thanks again, Bob!  I LOVE it), only to have the stuff catch in the joints of his arms and legs, or in the creases of his uniform.   How do we keep our vast collections from choking us with dust?  Well...I have to admit I DO clear all surfaces to dust them.  But before I do, I make the rounds with another ubiquitous staple of nerd exsistance.

 

Canned air.

 

Books, action figures, row after row of jewel cases, and the frames of fan-art that deck the walls all get a quick blast of canned air (You can get it on sale at a variety of places...don't pay full price...stock up and save). 

 

It doesn't take much.  Then, you can move eveything and dust the easy flat surfaces.  Big time saver.

Thursday, October 11, 2007 1:07:14 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #

Some people are apparently a little confused about how I can reconcile my love for Daniel Jackson, and my loathing for Eric von Daniken.

Well, it's easy.

Eric von Daniken lives in THIS world, where the pyrmids were build by extraordinary human effort using advanced, but still ancient and very human, ingenuity, math, technology and skills.  All of which we can abundantly demonstrate that the humans of that time had.  Nevertheless, he believes that alien astronauts came to our planet and assembled the wonders of the ancient world with the magic laser beams.  Despite the inability to support these claims with equally extraordinary proof, he continues to promote his ideas as though they are established fact.

 

Daniel Jackson lives in a fictional world where the pyramids were ACTUALLY BUILT by extraordinary human effort using advanced ingenuity, math, technology and skills which were given them by ancient astronauts posing as gods in order to obtain hosts for their parasitic selves, as well as intelligent, adaptable and fast-breeding slave armies.  Unlike Daniken, when Dr. Jackson went looking for the alien astronauts, HE FOUND THEM.  Then, they pissed him off, and he tweaked their noses, kicked the asses, rolled them in tar and feathers, and kicked them out of his galaxy...with his brain.  He hardly had to flex those nicely proportional arm muscles at all.

 

Also, Eric von Daniken is a paunchy, dusty old crank who is technically old enough to be either my father or my grandfather, and he spouts enough unsupportable superstitious B.S. to be my pastor.  Anyone creeped out yet?

 

Daniel, though fictional, is only two years older than me (born THE DAY BEFORE ROCKY), is adorable, and works out on a regular basis.

 

So, there you have it.  Happy now?

Thursday, October 11, 2007 9:28:48 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [11] |  |  | #
Wednesday, October 10, 2007

I saw Michael Shanks  guesting on EUReKa...and that was alright.

But he wasn't Daniel.

I miss Daniel.

Sigh.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007 7:37:10 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Monday, October 08, 2007

Happy Birthday to me?  Happy Birthday to me!  Happy Birthday to me-eee!  Happy Birthday to me!

Wait.  I'm forty now.  I'm too damn old to be up this late.

Where's my nurse's aid with the warm milk and electric blanket?

Nevermind.  I'll just grab this here walker and hobble off to bed on my own power.

Stupid birthdays.

 

 

 

 

 

[Update:  What's the matter with the time-stamp on this blog.  MY clock says after midnight!  Has it always been one hour behind?]

[Another update:  Bob said some nice stuff]

Monday, October 08, 2007 11:03:41 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [13] | #

Holy Crap!  I don't even OWN a flag pin.  Guess I'd better just pack for Git'mo right now.

(Hat Tip:  Jason Bock)

Monday, October 08, 2007 10:31:22 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #

Neil is back from his mission trip to Kenya, and he's cranking out stock posts like a wildman.

Go here and learn how meditating on the complexity of DNA will make you much more knowledgeable about how it works and how it accounts for speciation than all those dull blades who have spent their lives STUDYING it.

Ahh those poor fools who wasted all that time with objectivity, scientific rigor, peer review...etc.

Just think of all the time and energy they could have saved with not writing grants and white papers and attending conferences and pouring over results and designing studies.

All they had to do was MEDITATE on the COMPLEXITY!

*facepalm*

Oh!  and you will also find out that seemingly tweedy, laconic Professor Dawkins is AGRESSIVE!  STAY AWAY!  Like a polar bear, he may SEEM all sleepy-cuddly, but beneath that stiff-Brit-upper-lip lies the soul of a John McEnroe or a Sean Penn.  Thanks for the Warning, Neil!

[update:  The post I linked to is no longer there.]

Monday, October 08, 2007 5:49:39 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] | #
Sunday, October 07, 2007

Neil at 4Simpsons.com recommends sponsoring children through World Vision (here’s their Charity Navigator breakdown).

If you care about child welfare around the globe, and would rather not have your money going to convince people to sell their souls in exchange for schools and clean drinking water, you can donate to these fine secular organizations.

Oxfam    (here’s their Charity Navigator breakdown their over-all efficiency might seem slightly less than some religious groups…but remember that many religious groups “program expenses” include missionary work.  If you don’t consider that “efficient” then your better value is a slightly less “efficient” secular program.)

UNICEF  (Here’s the Charity Navigator Breakdown for the US UNICEF fund)

Save the Children  (Here’s their Charity Navigator Breakdown)

Some of these organizations are incredibly efficient, and some of them are merely acceptable.  The main thing to me, is that my money go to actually help people who need it.

Sunday, October 07, 2007 7:39:14 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] | #
Thursday, October 04, 2007

 

Whr In Ur Skoolz...

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Bringn teh crzy!!!!!

Im on ur dorm wall...

Ann Coulter Poster

Makin' U celibate!

(Hat Tip: Denialism.com)

Thursday, October 04, 2007 9:20:19 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] | #
Tuesday, October 02, 2007


Neil at 4Simpsons Shows the flawed reasoning in an argument he made up and attributed to liberals.

Isn't it amazing, Neil, how the liberals in your own head are so EASY to beat in an argument?

Tuesday, October 02, 2007 1:02:35 PM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [2] |  | #

hmmm...I'm a painted moneky.  Who would have guessed?

 

Your Personality is the Rarest (INFJ)
Your personality type is introspective, principled, self critical, and sensitive.

Only about 2% of all people have your personality - including 3% of all women and around 1% of all men.
You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging.
 
 
(Hat Tip:  Geekgoddess)
 
 
Of course, to find out what all that means, you have to go to this websit and look at the code key.  Which was, of course, all drawn up by our secret alien overlords for our government to distribute through underground means, as a means of discrediting those of us who have FIGURED IT OUT:
 

INFJ: The Conspiracy Theorist

Beneath the calm, collected exterior of the INFJ lies the horrible reality of someone who has seen The Truth. The INFJ knows what other people are too naive or too brainwasted to admit: the Conspiracy is real. Mistrustful and suspicious, the INFJ is not easily fooled, and does not take the word of the government-controlled medico-military-industrial complex for anything. Whether it's uncovering the plot by butter-eating Jews to clog the arteries of Christian folk with artificial margarine or discovering the secret laboratory in Tibet that's producing legions of Jimmy Carter clones that will be sent out to seize the manufacturing facilities in the Guangdong Province of China under the pretext of inspecting chickens for influenza, there is no lengths the INFJ won't go to in order to blow the lid off the whole thing.

INFJs can often be found holding down jobs as AM radio talk-show hosts. They can also be found driving taxis in the greater Washington, DC area. Other common jobs often held by INFJs include vagrant, loony, whacko, and writer/director/producer of the television show "Seinfeld." INFJs can also be found feeding that crucial bit of information to determined FBI agents just before they are brutally murdered.

RECREATION: INFJs often come home from a hard day's work exposing conspiracies about how the government is poisoning us with mind-control agents spread by passenger airliners and unwind by spending all night writing Web sites exposing conspiracies about how NASA faked the Bush election.

COMPATIBILITY: INFJs are usually happiest and most successful in relationships with Julia Roberts, though the relationships may not end happily.

Famous INFJs include...well, if I told you, I'd have to kill you.

[Hat Tip: Jason Bock]

Or you can go here and get another, though less amusing view.  (And no, I don't actually believe in Conspiracy Theories, nor psychic phenomenon) 

Tuesday, October 02, 2007 8:52:30 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [4] | #

Many entities benefit greatly from Global Climate Change Denialism.

Can you tell the difference between two of them?

ExxonMobile and brain-eating ameobas.

(Hint:  Though they both strive to affect your brain, one funds denialist propaganda, and one is an opportunistic parasite).

[Hat Tip:  Pharyngula]

Tuesday, October 02, 2007 6:51:29 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  |  | #
Monday, October 01, 2007

It's been pointed out numerous times that people do not always make rational decisions.  That feelings and emotions have a much more substantial hold on our decision making than reason does.  Even people carefully trained in reason and logic can be motivated to do unreasonable things.

Take this case, for example.

A surgeon, presumably someone who has at least brushed up against something resembling reason, kills his wife and spends the rest of his life in prison.

As he nears the end of his life, he finds himself more and more willing to confront what he did.  He HAD maintained his innocence all this time, but now, he makes statements that border on confession:

“You look back, you know, it’s you can’t believe how sometimes things happen that you did that it was completely unnecessary,” Dr. Friedgood said in a recent interview from prison. “If you don’t want to be with a woman anymore, you divorce. You know, you don’t have to resort to murder. So 32 years later, I begin to realize how stupid you can do things.”

There's not enough information in the article about why he chose murder over divorce.  Probably a little bit of lots of different reasons.  He would have gotten more money out of getting away with murder.  He wouldn't have to suffer the public shame of divorce either.  And certainly, he would rather be the sympathetic character of a bereaved husband; than subject to the derision of society as a man who divorced his invalid wife.

But how does a man who is, at the very least, of average intelligence, who has superior mental training and education, come to the decision that it is better to kill your wife than divorce her?  And what sustains someone for decades and decades in prison, still able to claim innocence until the very end, where even so, the best he can muster is an admission that killing his wife was "unecessary" and "stupid".

The article seems to think he should be paroled to save taxpayers money for his medical expenses, and because he's old.  I'm thinking that he needs to stay in there as long as he merely sees murder as an "inapporopriate" alternative to divorce.

Monday, October 01, 2007 7:32:22 AM (Central Standard Time, UTC-06:00) | Comments [0] |  | #
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