I think I want to get a new license plate with WWFSMD on it. Because everybody needs to think about what the Flying Spaghetti Monster would do. Ramen.

I’m gonna be a daddy. Like, some short guy will be thinking of me as “father”, and depending on me. That’s just trippy, and a little bit scary, but frickin’ awesome at the same time. Still trying to wrap my head around it. We’ve done a ton of work around the house to get ready for him; painted his room, installed a humidifier onto the furnace, and so on. And then all the classes… lots of stuff to learn about. Makes you wonder how kids survived up until now. Oh well.  It’ll be an adventure, and I’ll have someone to watch cartoons with 🙂

Deeper into the bowels of the mad scientist’s lair they crept, various eerie glows emanating from otherwise darkened rooms, small shadows of rats in various stages of mutation skittered about in the halls and forgotten corners.
“Be quiet!” hissed Darren
“I’m trying!  I can’t see anything is this gloom!” whispered back Fenton.
Darren issued an exasperated sigh… Fenton was one of those science geeks who was really helpful to have around when trying to figure out how to turn off one of the mad doctor’s creations, but he couldn’t take two steps without tripping over himself.
“Awww crap” said Fenton
“I told you to be quiet!”
“Now isn’t the time… those bloblike shadows on the wall ahead? They’re phlegm bots” replied Fenton.
“Fembots? Sounds like my kinda party”
“No you idiot… PHLEGM bots. You know, like mucous? The stuff in your nose, and apparently your head as well?”
The shadows loomed larger on the wall, and Fenton tugged on Darren’s jacket to get him moving back the way they came.
“Who the hell makes a phlegm bot? That’s seriously messed up.” asked Darren, as they were jogging back to the exit
“Is it the “Mad” in “Mad Scientist” that’s confusing you, Darren?  It doesn’t mean just angry…” huffed Fenton, trying to keep up.

I get asked why I’m an atheist quite often, and I thought I’d make a post detailing my thoughts on God, Atheism, and why I think the way I do.

Basically, the idea of a God (or gods) just doesn’t make sense to me. From what I know of science, the only place essentially left for God to exist is mostly as a “prime mover”, and in that case, the whole model is just much simpler without a God existing. And the more I learn, the more I find my assertions reaffirmed.

All the bad shit in the world makes a lot more sense when you realize that there isn’t some invisible old bearded dude in the sky who personally cares about you. Things happen, you do what you can to mitigate them, and that’s all there is to it.

I can understand why people believe in God. It’d be nice to admit things are out of your control, but someone who cares about you is making sure things happen as they’re supposed to, that there’s a reason for all the cruelty and randomness in the world, rather than it just being cruelty and randomness, and that sometimes, bad people win.

Had to do it.