I have the privilege of working in an 15th floor office with a view. Most people with offices downtown wouldn't consider my view to be a great view (because I can't see the Arch or the baseball stadium from my window), but it's interesting enough that most people who come to my office look out the window…
Today is/was Leap Day, or that extra day wedged into the Intercalary Year to fudge for God not having created a year with a whole number of days to help keep things straight. I received an email from a friend asking how often does Leap Day come on a Friday?…
The answer is we don’t know.
I don’t know. You don’t know. No one knows. That’s it. Off with you . . . [I figured that this title would draw some Bible-toting fundies to the site].
So you can all leave now. There’s nothing here to discuss. Go visit some other blog post. Have a nice long life, because at the end of your life, you’ll likely just be dead. You know, you’ll be
blooey, breathless, buried, cadaverous, checked out, cold, cut off, deceased, defunct, departed, done for, erased, expired, extinct, gone, inanimate, inert, late, lifeless, liquidated, mortified, no more, not existing, offed, passed away, perished, reposing, rubbed out, snuffed out, spiritless, stiff, unanimated, washed up and wasted.
There is no reason to think that any dead person has ever been aware of anything at all.
I’ll admit that it is possible that at the moment you die, your consciousness will continue. Maybe you’ll instantly be transported to the far side of the moon to ride a sparkly majestic merry-go-round after you’re dead, but there’s no evidence for that or any other version of continued sentience. The only evidence is that when you’re dead, you’re dead. There’s nothing more we can say about it. There’s no credible report that anyone has returned from the dead to say otherwise. You didn’t listen; I said “credible.”
. . . Oh, I see some of you are still hanging around because you can’t accept “I don’t know” for an answer. I …
At the supermarket last week, I picked up a copy of the Sun. Actually, I think the full title of the newspaper is Sun: God Bless America, based upon the front cover. I was intrigued by the front page headline: “Seven Miracle Prophecies That Will Come True on Easter Sunday.” I wondered what those prophecies were, and now I’m going to share them with you so you don’t have to spend your hard earned money on the Sun: God Bless America.
It’s going to be quite a day this Easter Sunday, that’s for sure. Based on reading the lead article in the Sun: God Bless America, I now know that the following things will be happening on March 23, 2008:
[Warning: This Post is rated “R” for Rant]
I’ve been to several Trivia Nights, so I do have some basis for opining on this topic. It’s time that I made my feelings absolutely clear: I do not like trivia nights. I don’t see the point of trivia nights. Trivia Nights are things that keep people from having good conversations. I will explain further.
I understand that Trivia Nights are often held to raise money for good causes. I don’t have any problem with raising money for good causes. Actually, I would happily pay a reasonable sum of money in order to not have to sit through another Trivia Night. I will pay my fair share to help raise that money for that good cause, as long as I don’t have to attend Trivia Night.
I should also make it clear that I sometimes enjoy trivia. Occasionally, I find myself reading a list of trivia questions, the kind of list where I can immediately check the answer. In that way, I can review dozens of questions per minute, until I’ve had my fill of trivia (which is usually a minute or two). Not a bad diversion, once in awhile.
What I don’t like, however, is an intentional onslaught of slow-motion trivia. Trivia Nights consist of intentional onslaughts of slow-motion trivia. Each question is read slowly to a room filled with dozens tables that are each filled with people. The tables compete against each other. Each question is simultaneously considered for a …
