Once Again, Nothing New

Oops!

Well, I'm getting more visitors, it seems, and hopefully more than just my parents. But to keep everyone coming back, and maybe, someday *gasp* leaving a comment, I must post. Post. Post. Post.

I have tons of drafts saved up, some that will never be public, some about race, some about TV, at least one very important MST3k post, one about life in California, and a few other random things. I wrote one after my trip to SFMOMA. I'd love to publish it, but its kind of crappy. It is supposed to be about how I have an eye for beauty, and then how being surrounded by beauty reminded me of someone I find rather special. I came up with what seemed like great lines, encompassing one of my newer theories. This theory is actually inspired by a line in an Ani DeFranco song about how men are like delicate flowers. A couple of readers should recognize that one.

I guess its more like a hypothesis? I am becoming cognizant about how I misuse the word theory. I want to help retain its scientific importance. The atheists sent out the peanut butter and bananas creationist videos the other day. My brain cells are hurting so much, even from about 20 seconds of the peanut butter one. Peanut butter jars can not create life from non-life, but some scientists in not America are on the verge of creating life from non-life. Science has some very good approximations about how life was created on earth and are testing them on a daily basis. Assuming some entity did it inhibits creativity, intelligence, and yes, an improved standard of living. Just because a creationist doesn't understand science doesn't mean that no one else can either.

Hmm, I promised not to make this blog bitchy, does this count?