Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Dramatic readings of anti-evolution message board posts...
What saddens me is not so much that there is a dispute about the validity of evolution and creation as mutually exclusive theories...
... but that the arguments employed here make little logical sense.
How did we get evolution = atheism?
Sorry if it offended anyone here.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Obligatory Horsey Squee
I gave in. I had to.
Truly fantastic horse-rider teams.
and
OK, I'll give you a break from the horsiness for a while. I just had to get 'em out of my system.
Truly fantastic horse-rider teams.
and
OK, I'll give you a break from the horsiness for a while. I just had to get 'em out of my system.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Dun dun dun DUUUNNNNNNN!!!
Yes, this is a horrible joke.
Years ago, the Seattle Symphony was doing Beethoven's Ninth under the baton of Milton Katims. At this point, you must understand two things: one, there's a long segment in this symphony where the bass players don't have a thing to do for page after page; and two, there used to be a tavern called Dez's 400 right across the street from the Seattle Opera House.
It was decided that during this performance, after the bass players had played their parts, they'd quietly lay down their instruments and leave the stage rather than sit on their stools looking (and feeling) dumb for twenty minutes. Once they got backstage, someone suggested that they go across the street and have a beer. After they had downed a couple rounds, one said, "Shouldn't we be getting back?" Another replied, "Oh, I anticipated that we'd need a little extra time, so I tied a string around the last pages of the conductor's score. When he gets down to there, Milton's going to have to slow the tempo way down while he waves the baton with one hand and fumbles with the string with the other."
So they had another round and finally returned to the Opera House, a little tipsy by now. As they came back on stage, one look at their conductor's face told them they were in serious trouble. Katims was furious because (get ready, here it comes...) it was the bottom of the Ninth, the score was tied, and the basses were loaded.
Years ago, the Seattle Symphony was doing Beethoven's Ninth under the baton of Milton Katims. At this point, you must understand two things: one, there's a long segment in this symphony where the bass players don't have a thing to do for page after page; and two, there used to be a tavern called Dez's 400 right across the street from the Seattle Opera House.
It was decided that during this performance, after the bass players had played their parts, they'd quietly lay down their instruments and leave the stage rather than sit on their stools looking (and feeling) dumb for twenty minutes. Once they got backstage, someone suggested that they go across the street and have a beer. After they had downed a couple rounds, one said, "Shouldn't we be getting back?" Another replied, "Oh, I anticipated that we'd need a little extra time, so I tied a string around the last pages of the conductor's score. When he gets down to there, Milton's going to have to slow the tempo way down while he waves the baton with one hand and fumbles with the string with the other."
So they had another round and finally returned to the Opera House, a little tipsy by now. As they came back on stage, one look at their conductor's face told them they were in serious trouble. Katims was furious because (get ready, here it comes...) it was the bottom of the Ninth, the score was tied, and the basses were loaded.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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