An Atheistic Examination of the Culture of Death
Phorum Phun Phor Pharyngula - Fri, Sep 21, 2007
Professor PZ Myers of Pharyngula submitted himself to a live text interview at the renegade Raving Atheists (with an "s") Forums last night. I got in a few questions (here, here and here). I was somewhat surprised, from an empirical standpoint, at his response regarding what he considered to be the most dangerous religion. More feedback at the comments section of the Professor's blog. Thanks to Eva and Professor Chaos for their organizing and moderating efforts.
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Great questions RA and even better answers, though I doubt you think so. For the lazy
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Dr Meyers Answered
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Dr Meyers Answered
[Edit] September 21, 2007
As another (unrelated) Myers, can I ask why our name is so often misspelled? Our spelling is shared by a number of famous people and places, and is by far the most common.
Back on topic: I enjoyed the Q&A; the "worst religion" response was my favorite.
[Edit] September 21, 2007
What an arrogant jerk.
W
[Edit] September 21, 2007
Sorry J Myers.
And warren, of whom are you speaking. You want to elaborate?
[Edit] September 21, 2007
Jennifer, no problem, everyone misspells it; it doesn't bother me, I 've just always wondered why.
[Edit] September 22, 2007
I would like to see a response from RA after getting so blatently called out by the Professor (and former readers). Anything? Any response at all?
[Edit] September 26, 2007
My sister Tena, when she was little, locked my grandfather in the greenhouse. She didn't like him much, and he was old and crochety, and after she locked him in he complained bitterly to my mother, my father and hey, I'm not that old. Anyway, my sister thinks of the incident often, and always comes away from it with a sense of satisfaction. She got that old bugger. I, on the other hand, view the event differently. She was 8 and he was 73. The greenhouse, which my dad built, was made of glass and hockey sticks, with a rather long screw through two eye bolts for the door. In retrospect, and with my superior powers of observation, I get the feeling that if grandpa had wanted to make it through the door, then grandpa would have made it through the door. And my sister crowed about her victory - forever. I am not a dung hill cock. And your face should be red, but it's not is it darling. I know who you are. And I know where you are. The new guy where I work? Mine own 'airy? He's a janitor. (Met one of those before?) He shines my floors. He takes out my garbage. He opened my window. But I repeat myself. But love - his boots? They're brand new. You should have asked the staff about that, but no, you had to go to the shoe store without them. Hence, you boobed. And I won't tell 'airy, and I can't tell you, and since no-one, thank krist knows what we're talking about, we're in the clear. Just don't expect me to take you around the building and nail you to the wall. We don't do that here. Either we ask, or we don't get. Rules of engagement. And none of the R word unless I ask nicely and have an escape clause. Uh...sweetie? I had to wait two hours to get on-line at the library, and this little precious made me pay him 5 bucks to get going and the only sign in this place says Information (where there isn't) and Don't touch, and who would want to? I want to know. Um. Miss you.
P.S. If you're Ra, and 'airy's you, and I'm out of my mind, (yes, it's a given. Why does anyone even ask any more?), why is one of my smarties going out with Natasha when everyone knows he's a Boris? Is it just me, or does it get a little confusing?
This computer will shut down in 1 minute. I won't ever stop
[Edit] September 30, 2007
Professor Chaos and I have not been introduced and I do not recognize its style. But I believe it too. Shall we dance? I need a little more on you baby. A loner and a boner and an airplane on your head means you're in, and I heard you but you haven't said anything that I need to take care of but...I like you. I must. You're asking for Lilith and I put her to bed an hour ago. This is Wendy. Her mom. And does Professor XChaos have a boat? And does he come from a land down under under? Need more data. Are you a navy gator? Inquiring mind is going to find out. (I can't believe you would think I would let Lilith into a library. Tweet tweet.)
[Edit] October 4, 2007
I don't have a boat, and I don't come from down under, but I'll take you for a ride Wendy.
[Edit] October 4, 2007
ME. Somebody threw the "love" word at me, and I think we're going to need a superior court juggler to nail down a definition. That would be...
P.S. Aren't I the coolest.
P.P.S. Tell XC his mom called and he needs to wash behind his ears. Toy boat. Toy boat. Toy boat.
P.P.P.S. No it wasn't in context. It was more a "jumble" in the air. But I know "jumble" and I know "bumble" and I know "fear". And I almost pushed him down the elevator shaft, he scared me so much - and then I went out and bought a Hallmark. RA. What do I do?
[Edit] October 9, 2007
I weighed all my options, factored in all the details, pulled out my bank statement and then went down to the food bank and asked big boots to marry me. His exact words were "No, no, no." Exclamation marks mine. Then he came over at lunch to say that I almost gave him a heart attack, and that we were friends. Buddies. Pals. (I may have added in Pals myself.) Then we went back to work where he pretended he barely knew me, (he'd been there for 5 months but it took a while for me to look up from my book), and then he came over for a casserole which I cooked and he did not eat. Fine. Last meal I cook for him. Segue. I feel ten feet tall. I wanted him in my life. I evaluated my own. I believed that the most important thing I could do for him was to committ my person and my assetts to his person and his assetts and I went for him. My sister says love is an action. I acted out of a sense of conviction. It feels great. (little tear, gone now) Mom says we're not talking about 'airy anymore. (fine by me). 'airy says we're friends. I'm going to have a cup of coffee. Maybe a smoke. Thought I'd come say hi. Can't play long. I'm running a loaner here. Ra? I know you're here somewhere, but the (disabled part of me?????) It really is disabled dammit. And I can't find you. Couldn't you put your stuff on the top of the page instead of hiding it in with all the others. I can only get to you when I've got time to go through the comments and shit and it's getting...well mostly its fun....but today I'm just damned annoyed, okay. Oh yeah, and when 'airy left - he didn't even say goodbye. I don't remember what he said. But I called him at 4 in the morning and he didn't say goodbye then either. In fact, the only thing I remember him saying is that he needed to pick up 3 cases of water. Look, I know this is boring dreck okay. But the plot line sometimes has to contain boring dreck because it is the girders that build the bridge. So. 'Aire an I are just friends. Love to all. meme
P.S. Am I SPAMMING you or SEXUALLY HARASSING him?
P.S.S. Cause if I am, and communicating becomes a crime, the DOW JONES is going to SUFFER.
S.P. Yes.Yes.Yes.Yes.Yes.Yes.Yes.Yes.Yes.............
[Edit] October 12, 2007
I told him about us Ra. See, I still think he's you? But he has a little more FLESH hon? Sorry. I don't mind thin, but um...I'm not even comfortable with plastic, much less glass. Only for you do I make an exception. So I told him that I got witu whenever I could - and that we'd been doing it for 7 years in the head to head position, and that he was just going to have to pick an end or two. Guess he couldn't make up his mind. Pity. Oh, and one of my church friends came up to see what the sich was, cuz red trucks blend so well in my apartment parking lot and the church needs to know these sorts of things so they can start heating up the tar. (Not really. It's more like glue. It sticks to you.) So, which story do you think plays better in the Review? "Pillar of the Church Gets Done" or "Pillar of the Church Gets Don't I Doed? I can feel the love. But I ordered the newspaper anyway cause I like the crossword puzzle, and that new Pooch dog cartoon. And Ra honey? You really did think you were having a heart attack didn't you? Sweetheart, precious, angel, doll-face, would you stop with this death and dying shit. You're alive. You have today. Tomorrow isn't promised to you. But for right now, at this moment in time, - did we or did we not just get sum?
P.S. Your watch is ugly, dark and green. You need to be Tagged. You need something that has mine written all over it. But you...you...you like IT? Fine. What's your's is your's. I wouldn't take it off in any bright bathrooms if I were you angel. It might get
[Edit] October 12, 2007
And the winner is %. And winner number 2 is the guy who powered the word space when I was in the black whole, on a chair, with a keyboard and a hook in my arm. I don't remember much. But I saw him down on the bottom of the screen and I remember saying hi. I dedicate uncommon sense to him. Thank you for remembering me. And I have such achingly intimate memories of talking to thee that mine eyes fall down. But sometimes, I peek. Word.
P.S. I'm going on vacation.
P.S.S. Share.
P.S.S.S. Professor Chaos? Oh, they'll just give anyone a degree these days.
S.P. Grade 12.
S.P.P. Professor? If a long, empty, plastic bottle is stuck in the U joint of a toilet, and you can't get it out, and you pull the toilet off its mount, carry it down three flights of stairs and then smash the toilet against a concrete wall, picking it up and dropping it and then picking it up again and then dropping it, and then came up to the kitchen and saw that the water from the toilet was dripping through the new ceiling that you have put in - would you say that that was divine intervention? Or would you say that you did it yourself? Or would you say that it was the kid's fault for dropping the plastic bottle down the toilet? I have never been able to figure that one out myself? So. Since you're the professor...you're it. You may be cute. Or you may be 6. But I know that you're a person. Give it your best shot hon. Make me proud.
[Edit] October 12, 2007
Answer: There were only 2 flights of stairs, not 3, and his didn't go all the way to the top. (It was a trick question). But I never could figure out how the long, dildo shaped plastic bottle got stuck in the U joint. So it's over to you professor. Love. Maryanne.
[Edit] October 12, 2007
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[Edit] October 12, 2007
Only sheep need a shepherd? That is so lame honey. How about, "Shepherded the children across the street", or "I heart my German Shepherd". I mean, flawed or what. The minute you use the "only" word, you know you're in for a fight. Why not start with...I saw your picture. You're a cutie. I know it took forever, but you have to punch me in the nose to get me to shut up sometimes. I love you. You are a wonderful shepherd. Baaaa.
[Edit] October 19, 2007
I told my mother I was talking to a professor and she BOUGHT it. She only made me take away her teacup and hang up her shirt and sweater and then said, "Go. Do your work." She thinks reading a book makes you smart and that working on a computer is uh...stimulating. So we won't tell her about the "C" word okay perfessor, cuz she doesn't know what it is and it doesn't caress the eye. It more or less puts a thumb in it. It's nice to meet you. You're in my face. I'm thinking you do one thing really, really, really well. I'm also thinking that I'm too obtuse and/or scattered to pick it up. You may need to write it in a sentence of one word, like, underneath my post, so that next week, when I'm here, I can read it and go, oh yeah. That's what he does. Like my girlfriend? She did her thesis on evidence based pharmacotherapy and I had to read the whole damn thing for errors. Uh huh. So, my sleazy friend. I like your mustachios. And if you get a black hat you can be a bandito, and sit down at the round table with me and thee and what's his face. My brother-in-law wants his computer back. If it ain't one relative, it's the mother. Toodles.
[Edit] October 19, 2007
Dear Professor: Next time you sidle up to a girl at a bar, I have a suggestion for you. It's one of my best lines and if you reverse it, it works every time. I say, "I have a see oh see, kay? Do you have a see you sun time?" And if she says yes, then you say, "Let's see if we can make an eclipse together." They will think you are smart. They won't slap you right away. They will have to figure out that see actually means "c" and so on. Do the math sweetie. And impress me sometime okay. Yesterday is over. We only have now to chew the
[Edit] October 19, 2007
Wendy, I find crazy to be SOOOO sexy. E-mail me, darling. We can make beautiful music together. I'm so hard right now.
[Edit] October 22, 2007
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