People who don't believe in evolution are dumb

Ok, I saw a story that informed me Kirk Cameron of Growing Pains fame (as well as playing cousin Steve on Full House) is leading a group that is handing out modified copies of Origin of Species on college campuses.




The modification comes in the form of notes and essays declaring that evolution is wrong and will lead to the eternal damnation of our souls. Though I doubt the tactic will work, (the group brags about having handed out 170000 books but as a student mentions in the news story, who turns down a free book) their goal is scary.



It scares me because it's so damn stupid. It's an obsession with defending ignorance at all costs. I'm not religious and am far from a creationist, but I understand why people believe a god created living things but denying evolution over millions of years is just flat out ridiculous. Do they deny common sense in other ways too? Do they put their hands in fires and run with scissors? It's just denying knowledge on the basis of faith in a badly translated best selling book.

Even worse are idiots like Tim Tebow and his father who believe that the Earth is around 6000 years old and use their celebrity to expound on this ignorance in publications like Sports Illustrated. God apparently put fossils on this planet to confuse and tempt us into believing science which has led to nothing but evil and sin.

I mean, science doing things like this: http://www.cdc.gov/Features/SmallpoxEradication/ must mean God placed it's here to tempt us. Hell we used it to (gasp with me) commit GENOCIDE on a virus. Prayer healing would have been far more successful. I mean, that and blood letting were successful for years before science had to come in and make people live beyond their God-preordained age of 35.

If you think the Earth is 6000 years old, go outside and run into a wall until you have a concussion, wake up and go to a museum with dinosaur bones. Just for you, I've included a link to some of America's Best!
http://www.americasbestonline.com/Dinosaurs.html

or maybe watch Jurassic Park: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Yz40BexXVY

IT WILL BLOW YOUR MIND!!

I think you can believe in whatever Chesus (a burger patty between two grilled cheese sandwiches) you want to without denying evolution or the age of our planet. However, if you're a person who can't merge their beliefs with scientific fact (or theories because science understands it needs to tweak what it thinks is fact on occasion), remember the number of people the church and religion has hurt due to their loathing of science and the number of discoveries that were stopped because of it. If religion wasn't interceding so often in the prevention of HIV and research of Cancer drug we'd be much closer to solutions.

I'm going to go shower and washusing my Dr. Bronners Magical Soap just to prove religious nuts can do good things, but honestly, spreading young earth ideas and the disbelief in evolution is like spreading a severe learning disability. Stop it asshole.





Science is real...

Mustache Wax

So, since, I'm never going to become a pro athlete, and I am married, so pursueing ladies is no longer a reasonable goal, and the fact that my career is a long time off, I've decided to join The Handlebar Mustache Club of the UK!!!

http://www.handlebarclub.co.uk/index.php

I need a little more growth and wax, but then BAM, it's all rock and roll.

Wine and Coffee, the stuff that has written poetry for a thousand years...

I got my MCAT score back. It was respectable, not great. Sadly, my best part by far was the writing and the verbal reasoning instead of the science. I guess I can read..

Still that said, I'm proud of myself, and I guess that's all one can really ask for.

Here's a poem about wine and coffee...

Why do so many people keep fine wine on hand and cheap coffee in the cupboard?
On a restful weekend at a friend’s cabin
More vacation house than cabin
Where we drank as the sun fell over clear glacial water
discussing the differences between red wines
hovering in the 25 to 30 dollar range.
When I rose with the sun,
feeling a headache that only a bottle and a half
and good friends could impart
I climbed the stairs to have coffee
and watch the sky change colors over Wild Horse Island.
I found only a plastic tub, 2 years old, with a flavor sealing lid.
In my own modest 2 bedroom apartment, complete with 3 cats
and coin operated laundry machines,
I keep 6 dollar wines and 12 dollar coffee at hand
because after all,
What’s more important than waking up?




Hope you enjoyed that as much as I enjoy wine and coffee.

Peace,

Bob

MCAT TEST SCORES DAY and Karma

So, I'm supposed to get my MCAT scores back today. In the near future I'll probably be drinking Whiskey or an Appletini (in honor of JD on Scrubs.)



Before I get my score back I am going to go volunteer at the hospital and hopefully be on time for the first time in a while. Maybe this will start a snowballing (not in the Clerks since) of good Karma and I will score well enough to have girly drinks in my future.

This morning I awoke to what I consider good omens. Two new Bomb the Music Industry songs were waiting for me, as long as the Bouncing Soul's new monthly song which is basically a listing of badass things and sounds like it was written in the early nineties.



It states that Mr. T, Shamwow, Swearing, and your mom are all badass...

Since I have good omens, will soon have good karma, and am uncontrollably awesome...

I am cautiously certain I did awesome...

or terrible...

could swing either way.

Nearly a year since I touched this with myself with a blog...

Why does it ask me to label the post with "scooters" or "vacation"? It seems a little off.

The topic of this post is mortality.

A few days ago, my friend Will smashed his motorcycle into the back of my car while we were going on a camping adventure (by camping adventure I mean beer, fire, and swear words). At the moment his bike hit the only thought I had was, "Oh shit, he's dead."

Luckily we weren't robbing a bank, so this didn't happen...



In my life this is luckily a thought that I haven't had go through my head to often. Usually I waste my time splitting my thoughts between regretting my current dead beat husband status, what would happen if Wolverine was a Jedi, and what to eat.



Will was alright, a touch bruised and broken, but spitting and swearing like he'd failed his MCAT and was going to be pumping gas forever...

That didn't change the thoughts that have been going through my head the last few days. What do I need to do now to solidify my place just in case the metaphorical motorcycle ride of my life does and unplanned backflip over some yuppies hummer?

Am I doing the right thing trying to go to medical school and become a doctor? It's 10 years away at the least and I could do a faceplant tomorrow with very little to show for it.

The more I tried to think about it, the more my brain spiraled into the thinking I've wasted breath and time in my life. Then, my thankful inner voice rallied in the bottom of the ninth, reminding me, "Fuck it be Happy." If I go, I go, mortality, I challenge you to a dual with pistols in about a 127 years.



Thoughts on Mortality

I got tests to take,
I've got people to love,
and babies to make,
I've got a job to do,
Words to write,
people to screw,
and rock songs to slam dance to...
I've got awkward moments,
and friends to piss off,
Truck stop toilets to piss on,
and an environment left to soil,
Cats to outlive,
a gut to lose,
physicals where I turn and cough,
cars to wreck,
football to watch,
videogames to play,
laps to run,
forest fires to set,
beers to drink,
red wine to savor,
and cigars to victoriously puffs,
a fear of heights to overcome,
then cliffs to leap off,
Carnival rides to avoid,
old friends to lose touch with,
and run into,
when I move to a new city,
12000 miles away
I got a long fucking way to go,
and if it all ended now,
keep going,
and leave me belly up
in the road...



Ok, so I promise, no more depth and I will update soon with some estute observation, new profane story, or porn of me and a horse.

Bob Fantastic.

Thankful for Nastalgia and the fact that without it, life would probably not be any fun...

I realized this morning as I got up early to watch the west coast broadcast of the Thanksgiving Parade down the streets of Chicago that I am incredibly thankful for nostalgia. The parade featured the cast of a musical based on Springsteen songs, a Garfield balloon, a Grover Balloon, and most notably, the world's greatest fairy tail Santa himself.

Then I turned on some videogames and played new versions of Street Fighter 2 and Mega Man, and it dawned on me. I've been doing just this for nearly twenty years (meaning playing those to games). Then I looked at my coffee table and realized I had both a Spiderman and X-Men comic book out.

I'm trying to become a doctor, a field where nostalgia doesn't fit and everything is new. My brain feels like a brick sometimes, filled to the brim with Hootie and the Blowfish lyrics and the Pete and Pete theme song. If I could lose some of those worthless little bits so I could fit in Organic Chemistry, I'd be much better off. Then I realized this morning that, where would all my fun go. If I didn't have nostalgic fun, I don't think I'd enjoy much. I only enjoy watching football because of having watched games in years past. I only enjoy comics since I've been reading them forever.

So here's a Thanksgiving toast to not dumping those worthless bits out of your brain and instead just being glad its there!

Obama Boom in Full Effect

The NYTIMES has proved that the Obama boom is in full effect. The only thing I find interesting is why one would name a baby Barrack. No one calls him Barrack. It's Obama. Name the baby Obama. I read an artical about the Obamas going to the white house and I thought "there are more than one?" until I remembered that it's really his last name!

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/11/10/us/politics/10babies.html?_r=1&oref=slogin

Bob Fantastic