Remember how yesterday I said that the funniest man in the world is Steve MacDonald, Evangelism Books editor for Christianbook.com? Find that claim outrageous? Well, think again, Bucko! Here’s my proof: A while back I was e-mailing Steve about this Comedy Bit I was writing having to do with Einstein. And Steve writes me back, and says, “Yeah, and his dad’s name is Frank. And he inherited his hair from his mom, the bride of Frank Einstein.” Pretty extremely funny, right?... Read more
My ever-hilarious friend Steve MacDonald (he’s the Evangelism Books editor for Christianbook.com; I met him when he interviewed me here) sent me an email this morning with the cryptic subject line: “Now they’re in Germany”–and this link. Be afraid. Be very afraid. (For more on my personal relationship with marauding killer squirrels, check out my multi-postings saga which begins with Attack of the Killer Squirrels.) Read more
One of the things I learned from sitting around in the forest sucking on beef jerky and “racing” banana slugs (I’d pair them up, say “Go!”, and then watch them act like the under-motivated slabs of yellow, antenna-sporting goo they were), was that little birds protect other little birds from big birds. Here, I learned, is how it works. Most birds are about the same size: jays, mockingbirds, starlings, blackbirds, rockin’ robins. And then you have littler ones–sparrows, finches bushtits... Read more
The year was 1976. Big shoes were in. So was big hair, big pants legs, big belts, big hats, big sunglasses, big neckties, and collars on men’s shirts that were so huge it was like having your head stuck between two skateboard ramps. I don’t know why everything was so big in the 70’s. I think it had something to do with all the drugs people starting taking in the 60’s. I think when everyone realized that drugs are horrible... Read more
Remember my little “Attack of the Killer Squirrels” saga? Remember how it (must have) seemed as if I were exaggerating about what happened that day? The sad proof I wasn’t (not, I know, that any of you thought I was) is here. Read more
An item in today’s news (which is updated here) tells how a 21-year-old guy (with the Most Excellent name of Ben Carpenter) was driving his electric wheelchair across an intersection, when, just as he was passing in front of it, a semitrailer waiting at the light took off, hooked Ben’s wheelchair into its front grill, and ended up carrying the still-sitting-in-his-chair-facing-outward Ben four miles, at 50 mph, down a highway. This is what I couldn’t help but imagine went through Ben’s... Read more
The other day I read the recent Newsweek piece in which Rick Warren (Purpose-Driven Life—like you didn’t know) debated the eminently rational and mind-bogglingly articulate Sam Harris (The End of Faith, Letter to a Christian Nation). In that “debate,” I thought Mr. Harris waxed the floor with Mr. Warren. For one, nobody out-rationalizes Sam Harris. The guy has a brain the size of Europe—and all of it is connected to his mouth. He also seems entirely compassionate and utterly Pro-Human,... Read more
Lately I’ve been getting a lot of emails and online comments about some of my recent bloourg postings. In essence, most of them say either, “Stop saying things that are anti-Christian!” or “Stop saying things that are pro-Christian!” What’s a poor blooger to do? Being a former non-Christian leaves me with a lot of things I’d like to say to both Christians and non-Christians. And I will. (But only if everyone promises to actually read what I write, instead of... Read more
One often hears the assertion that religion causes war: that if people would only stop believing in God there’d be much more peace and love in the world. I want much more peace and love in the world! So let’s carefully consider the idea that without religion that is what we would have. First off, then, we must imagine that no people anywhere in the world have so much of an inkling of the idea of God. We must imagine... Read more
Man it’s good to be back home. Dorothy … Whateverherlastnamewas was right: There’s no place like Oz. What was Dorothy’s last name, anyway? I guess it was Em. Cuz that was her auntie’s last name, right? She was Auntie Em–so I guess Dorothy was Dorothy Em. Which means that if Dorthy and her aunt ever went anywhere together, they’d be Em ‘n Em. Wow. See, now that’s a rap act people would go see. Baby Got Rainbow! Wow. I am... Read more
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