"Finches on Galapagos Islands evolving." Creationists are going to have to become more...creative...instead of relying on non-scientific arguments and the trusted old, "devils did it" fallback.

If you can't handle a quick pat-down at a stadium event, and you have to go crying to the ACLU, then just stay the hell at home 24/7 and suck your thumb, asshole.

" Mystic mushrooms spawn magic event" Uh, yea. I know a few people who could have told you this a long time ago. And any anthropologist worth his salt could have told you that religions have been based on psychotropic hallucinations for *millennia*. So why is this written as discovery?

That Wisconsin professor who teaches a course based on the premise that the U.S. government was behind 9/11 is under attack. And he deserves to be. I've listened to his paranoid thesis. It's embarrassing. To him, that is. For example, he claims that the towers fell as they did because they were "clearly taken down in a controlled demolition." Well, gee, Mr. Barrett, before you fill innocent minds with that shit, maybe you should consult with the actual engineers of the WTC, who were afraid that it might happen as soon as they heard that the buildings were hit where they were hit. Thousands of engineers reviewed the rubble, ran the science, and determined that what we've been told happened is precisely what happened. PBS/Nova will be covering the investigation thoroughly. Besides, if there had been a controlled demolition, any demolition expert would tell you that clear, obvious signs of it would be all over the rubble. There could not possibly be any way to hide such a thing, especially with so many engineers and forensic scientists on site.

The best course I ever took in college was on the paranormal. I'm all for unconventional courses. But bad science and conspiracy theories rooted in politics have no business in the classroom. This guy is an idiot. An idiot who speaks well. Dangerous combination.

Speaking of the ACLU, this Onion headline and story is hilarious.

Back in 1985, or possibly 86 (Ty?) my friend Tyler and I were staying at his gramma's humble home in East Hampton for a lazy week of beaching and hoping yet failing to meet some chicks also on vacation. One night we figured we'd catch a movie. If memory serves, that movie was Ferris Bueller's Day Off (Ty?), but that's irrelevant. While standing in line, we realized that Chevy Chase was in line right in front of us. He was a lot taller than we'd figured. Tyler's face turned a beet red shade of holy shit. I mean, hey...it's Fletch, for god's sake.

Chevy turned toward our chuckling and whispering, and when he did, we looked up at his face and he quickly said, rudely, what's your problem? (With the emphasis on the "what's"), and then mumbled to himself, before grabbing his girlfriend/spouse/whatever, walking out of the line, and on his way off, saying to us sarcastically, "big party at my place, come on over." It was our first direct encounter with celebrity, and it made no sense whatsoever. Ty and I stood there looking at each other, hoping that the other would have some idea as to what had just happened. No such luck.

So I wasn't surprised to read this story, which doesn't really say much, but is consistent with the read I had on him. A somewhat bitter has-been with nothing really good to say about anyone. I had always liked Chevy Chase, but I never looked at him the same after that incident. He had stopped being funny by then anyway.