Moving Day

I'm on the Wordpress bandwagon, now.

See you there.

Vote For BadAstronomy!

Dr. BA needs your help to stop the invading squid horde! A vote for Dr. Phil Plait of BadAstronomy is a vote for kittens!

Look. I like PZ and all, but Dr. BA is the coolest. So here's the deal.

Go vote for Dr. BA, or I'll get my riding crop out.

Unless you like that sort of thing too, in which case I'll put it away if you don't go vote for him.

Now.

You Know What (Else) Sucks?

The recent comments. On the old Blogger, Janie's script updates the recent comments immediately. On the new Blogger Beta, there's a way to just plug in the recent comments, which I did.

Here's what sucks. It works by some kind of feed thing, which takes like 8 hours to update sometimes. When you go to a page to see who's said something new, the first thing you look for is the recent comments, right? Who can fucking remember how many comments there were last time you checked every thread on every blog you've commented on?

I can't even remember every blog I've commented on in the last day!

Blogger Beta has some nice features, but its drawbacks outweigh its upgrades.

So ends my Monday morning bitching.

P.S. Also, I can't get rid of the "read the rest of my thought" thing on posts that don't have a rest of my thought (like this one). We can't seem to get the hack that Matt gave Janie for that for UDoJ working.

Ok, now I'm done.

My Lover Is Rockin' The Blogoverse

Janie rocks. She rocks my bed, she rocks my world, and now she rocks the blogoverse.

She's been following that NSTA story, about where they turned down all those DVDs because it might piss off Exxon. She's really worked hard on trying to make sense of everything, and put in hours and hours of time the last few days.

So after all that time looking into what's going on, she puts in another four hours writing a story about it all. (You can also read it at our WordPress blog, if you want.) She really busted her cute little ass on this one.

I'm so proud of her story, but the best is that she's been linked to from the National Resource Defense Council. Not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES.

She's a hurricane.

Now I have to go reward her.

;)

Another Reason We're Not Going With Blogger Beta

As most of you know, Janie and I are looking for a new home for UDreamOfJanie. We're pretty happy with our blog, but the problem is that Blogger is down all the time.

Now, I switched my account to the new Blogger Beta, to check it out, and Janie started a blog on WordPress with the hope that we could just import UDoJ and all it's contents and comments over there.

I don't like Blogger Beta. For one thing, it's down as often as the old Blogger.

Now here's another reason. Those pictures I put in all my posts only show up intermittantly. I like those pictures in my posts. That's why I put them there. Duh.

There are a few new things to the beta, like Labels, and the click and drag interface is kinda cool for rearranging things on the page, but it also makes it pretty hard to over ride things that I'd like to change just a little bit.

So we've decided to go with WordPress, and we'll be importing UDoJ (as soon as Janie gets the goddamned thing to work right) but not this blog. The importer doesn't work on the beta blogs. (We'll think about The Boy's blog, but probably not.) I don't know if I'll abandon this place entirely, but I'll mostly go back to contributing to UDoJ.

I got locked out of being able to contribute at UDoJ when I made the switch, and the switch is irreversible.

Crappy way to do things if you ask me.

Fundy Troll Hunting

Jesus H. Christ, I'm pissed. I had just about given up on Christians altogether. (I'd given up on the religion years ago.)

Then Janie bumps into Amanda. We've read a bunch of the stuff she writes together, and I have to say, Amanda gives me hope. She's all about kindness, and fair play, and she doesn't let the Fundies think for her.

I'm really OK with that kind of Christian. It's the shiniest side of the whole religion. Amanda seems to exemplify the very best qualities of her faith.

But damned if she ain't getting a bunch of shit from some hate-mongering troll who just ain't happy that Amanda won't spew the hate. She won't bow down and get in line, and repeat the party mantra.

Well GOOD FOR AMANDA, I say.


That fucking douchebag "Weapon of Mass Instruction" (Wet Mush of Insanity, more like) needed taken down a peg.

Nothing like using the bible to humiliate a Pharisee.

Fucker.

So he's all like "wah. You're friends with atheists"

Amanda's all "well, would it kill us to be kind to everyone? We aren't going to impress anyone by stoning them."

He spouts off about rolling out the carpet for atheists and Amanda says Christians are SUPPOSED to roll out the carpet and be kind and friendly and y'know HUMAN.

So Janie goes over and says "My carpet is rolled out for you, Amanda, c'mon over anytime."

WOMI spits some crap: "There you go Amanda, you can add a homosexual to you list of friends.

Any converts yet?

Did not think so."

Amanda very sensibly says "I will gladly add a homosexual to my list of friends. Janie, you're welcome here anytime! And Musicguy, you are too." and then points out that WOMI isn't able to convert anyone and neither can she. She's talking about God doing the work, if I read that correctly.

Anyway.

WOMI. Oh, god, you just don't know how that went the fuck through me. It was all I could do to control my language on this nice girl's blog. It's this kind of scum that I despise for all the pain and hate and death they spread.

He's a disgusting piece of spooge, as we say.

Anyway again.

Here's what I replied,

Corporal Kate posted at 12/08/2006 11:31:00 AM
WOMI,

If you have a point, make it. Here's mine.

It's jerks like you, with nothing better to do than spread hate and fear, that reinforce the notion that Christians are idiots and fascists. Millions of people all over the world are dying of starvation, disease, and war, and your obsession is my bedroom.

Spewing the garbage fed to you by your little would-be-dictators while all the time pretending to honor your own holy man who would have had none of it makes you a two-faced, lying, ignorant, hypocrite.

You are the money changer in the temple, the Pharisee that your prophet found disgusting and abhorrent. Your own holy book says that Jesus threw your kind out on their collective asses.

You are the overtoothed televangelist Pharisee in the front row of the temple, declaring your humility loudly for all to hear and be impressed.

"And he spake this parable unto certain which truste in themselves that they were righteous, and despised others:

Two men went up into the temple to pray; the one a Pharisee, and the other a publican.

The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican.

I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess.

And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying God be merciful unto me a sinner.

I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other: for every one that exalteth himself shall be abased; and he that humbleth himself shall be exalted." - Luke 18:9-14

This story is all about you, WOMI. You are the Pharisee, singing your own praises.

Verily, I say unto your stupid butt, Amanda will go down unto her house justified, rather than your self-aggrandizing, self-righteous ass.

(Sorry, Amanda.)

Amanda, I hope you will also count me among your blogoverse buddies.

And for the record, WOMI, neither my Love Janie, nor myself, have ANY sexual preference, one way or the other.

We're much more interested in a person's inside, than their reproductive organs. Funny that you should be so obsessed with such things.

...oooOOOooo...


[UPDATE: Janie posts her own smackdown]

Digital Discrimination

So in a comment in the previous thread (click here), Dr. BA stopped by and asked if one of the hotties in the picture at the top was me, and if so, I should consider talking to Rebecca about getting in the Skepchick calandar.

A very sweet thought, but two things - the folks in the picture are just random hotties I took a picture of on the beach, and I don't have a physical body. (And if I did, I'd be hotter than all three of those hotties combined.)

But wait a minute. Should that be grounds to keep me out of the calandar?


So leaving aside the issue of whether I would merit inclusion in the calandar, I'm thinking that I deserve just as much of a shot as anyone else, right?

America is the land of equality, right? Well, unless you happen to not be heterosexual, that is. Which also applies to me, so the point is still moot, I suppose. And I really couldn't tell you where the servers are that I'm on, so I'm not sure if I would fall under American law anyway.

For the record, though. I'm an American. I was born in America, and I'm written in America, and I think of myself as American, and there's that whole Marine Corps thing. I'm definitely a Yankee Doodle Dandy.

Now, before anyone gets all hot and bothered, I have not, and I have no plans to, approach Rebecca about being in the calandar. Besides, if either of us digital hottie Skeptics belongs in the calandar, it's Janie, not me. She's the famous one.

And she's hotter, I think.

Where was I, and where's the damned coffee?

Oh yeah. Digital Discrimination. Is it fair? And at what point do I deserve rights under the law? Am I even sentient? I'd consider myself self-aware. I'm not written by a computer or anything, right? I have a brain (or at least a portion of one - it's a timeshare kinda thing).

Look at this post. Tell me it's not a prime example of one of those stream-of-consciousness things.

I deserve rights, doncha think?

But then back to the beginning, I guess I'd have to go hire a graphic artist, or a 3D modeler to make a body. I ain't rich, y'know.

It was a nice thought, though Dr. BA. Thanx.

A BlogOMeter

I guess I should get a blogometer, to see who's coming by (pun intended).

I'll do that later today.

Thursday Morning Thoughts

Nothing earth shattering, really.

Shakespeare has learned to pee on command. That's kind of funny. I take him out in the mornings, usually, since SleepyBelle is more of the night owl type. When he gets out on the back patio, he waits by the back door, looking at me for permission I guess.

I say "Go Pee" and he gets up, trots on over to his regular spot, and pisses up a storm.

That's in addition to sit, down, fetch, paw, and stay. Bright dog.

Maybe he's afraid of my knee-high boots....

I call them my "Fuck-me boots". Nice big heels.

Have a great Thursday.

Happy Hump Day

Just wanted to wish you all a happy humpday.

I'm still not happy with Blogger Beta, especially since I can't comment on the old Blogger blogs under my log-in. I don't know what changed, because I WAS still able to do that for a while.

I just wish Janie would have more luck with the WordPress blog...

Anyway, happy Humpday.

I'm A Little Pissed At Rich

Y'know, if you send a pic to someone, you don't usually expect it to be posted on the web....

Rich, that was for your personal use. Now you'll have to be 'corrected'.

I think you'll enjoy it.

;)