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Doesn't this pretty much contradict the entirety of The Church of the SubGenius?

Not an objection, just a thought.

I was kinda irritated when I saw Chilean Sea Bass on the menu at a wedding I attended.

But then I was REALLY annoyed when dad ordered it, despite the fact that I'd voiced my misgivings about it.

[The Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis]

Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
The Illuminatus! Trilogy - RAW/Robert Shea
Breaking the Spell - Daniel Dennett
The Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
The Selfish Gene - Richard Dawkins
Starship Troopers - Robert Heinlein
Demon Haunted World - Carl Sagan

Having not read the book(s), I'd really like to know why people like Narnia.

Granted, I'm biased because I've only ever seen the mindraeps that are the movies, but it seems to me that the story only exists to get across the following points:

1) If a really nice guy (or talking lion) with magical superpowers exists, you should pretty much trust that he'll make everything okay at a critical plot point. However, you will have to put up with annoying comments about believing in him. (Deus Ex Machina, anyone?)

2) Insufferably annoying young children are really, really good at remembering the above point. If you are a headstrong older sibling of said insufferable young child, expect to get your comeuppance.

I'm cool with whatever the heck we do, just as long as Issue #4 is kept under wraps. Titanium wraps. Under heavy guard.

Roger,

This was the last thing I read before going to bed last night, immediately after watching your latest video. Explain yourself.

Cainad,
Mildly perturbed

[The Black Iron Lung]

It looks clean enough to me.

I keep accidentally reading the subject as "The Black Iron Lung".

Consider this yoinked.

 

Orion by Jethro Tull

I'm one the two dozen Jethro Tull fans still on Earth, it seems.

I kinda died. Way to go, man.

The Ascent of Man, Bronowski

3 and a half hours until February is gone over here.

I have made it through thus far with my life intact, although we did have to take in my aunt after her store went out of business. Fortunately, everyone in our extended family likes each other.

I hereby abandon this thread because too many people can't tell the difference between "will be greeted with silence" and "will be greeted with tears".

Upsetting children is EASY, you fucking retards.

I noticed this. For chrissakes, children will sometimes go apeshit screaming upset over the most inane things when you aren't even TRYING to mess with them.

Bewildering and dumbfounding children is a different thing altogether.

Thanx guys.

I went and had a smoke after writing that. Lately tobacco makes me unusually tired after the buzz wears off for some reason, but at least it helped get my mind off the sense of DOOM™.

I'll get out of this school and put myself into some classes that I can give a shit about.

So here I am, in the college world. A million opportunities in the form of both education and people to network with. An incubator world full of booze and weed and hope and the feeling of being able to do anything, given enough time and effort.

The ship is beginning to rock, ever so slightly.

All the most rational predictions tell me I'm in a good field. Environmental science is gonna be an even bigger deal than it is now as the Green Movement comes to a head and as people aren't able to afford petroleum anymore.

Tuition went up this semester. The state is feeling the ache.

I don't know what to do. I'm gripping the railings on this ship, staring white-knuckled into the choppy waters. Nobody's really talking about it; at most there's a light clap on the shoulder and a muttered word of advice to stay on board, not to worry too much. The truth is we're all hoping the waters will calm down soon and we'll be able to get off comfortably when graduation day comes. Now, I don't know much about the world and maybe I'm just a scared little rat on board this collegiate ship... but the skies look dark, the wind is blowing, and the waves don't look like they're going to settle down any time soon.

I'm seeing the world from this little realm of safety, and I what I see looks unfriendly. Things aren't going well for a lot of people out there, and soon I will have to be one of those people. How long can I safely stay here? I can barely focus on my studies because I'm keeping one eye on the conditions outside the incubator, hoping dearly that I'll be able to jump ship at the right moment if I need to.

At this point I can barely think beyond financial security. I hear talk of accomplishing great things and doing anything I want given enough time and effort, but it all sounds like static. I've tuned my brain to hear only weather forecasts and advice on how to stay afloat in the event of disaster. Other than that, I putter along in the academics and engage in goofy shenanigans to keep my mind working on something besides paranoia.

The ship is rocking, and I'm looking desperately for the lifeboats. They put lifeboats on this thing, right?