So yesterday was a pain in the ass. They originally said it would snow for morning rush hour, then taper off and snow some more in the afternoon. Instead, it basically decided to keep snowing until about 7:00 or so last night. So not only was the drive in a hassle, but the drive home sucked, too. And then I had to sit on the tractor and plow the driveway (my wife was kind enough to shovel out the end of the driveway so I could get in, and I barely made it to the garage through the foot+ of snow that had piled up). Fortunately it also turned cold and windy – dropping from a balmy 26° or so to, of I dunno, about -1 on my thermometer as I write this. Looks like the forecast for at least the next week is friggin’ cold with occasional snow. At the risk of sounding like an Atlantan, I must say that this is getting rather tiresome.
This just in from Bizzaro World: Pat Robertson made sense yesterday while discussing the Nye v. Ham debate.
“Let’s face it,†Robertson said, “there was a Bishop [Ussher] who added up the dates listed in Genesis and he came up with the world had been around for 6,000 years.â€
“There ain’t no way that’s possible,†he continued. “To say that it all came about in 6,000 years is just nonsense and I think it’s time we come off of that stuff and say this isn’t possible.â€
“Let’s be real, let’s not make a joke of ourselves.â€
“We’ve got to be realistic,†he concluded, and admit “that the dating of Bishop Ussher just doesn’t comport with anything that is found in science and you can’t just totally deny the geological formations that are out there.â€
That’s not the only thing that makes you a joke, Pat, but it’s nice to know you don’t deny incontrovertible science.
Televangelist Pat Robertson pointed to the cold U.S. weather on Tuesday — and the fact that there were no “SUVs driving around in Jupiter†— to assert that global warming was a scam created by scientists.
Oh. Alrighty then.
I think I now know why all the Super Bowl ads (that I saw, anyway) sucked. It’s because the Puritans sailed over on the Mayflower and bred a small but virulent group of uptight cockroaches that continue to influence this country’s social mores even to this day. Therefore, all the good ads got banned. I haven’t seen them all yet, but the ones I’ve seen haven’t been ban-worthy (though the PETA one with scantily clad hot females basically having sex with veggies was maybe pushing it a bit – “think of the children!“).
Of those I’ve seen, I think this one is my favorite (and one that, IMHO, could be enjoyed by the whole family):
I fucking hate Anchorage! :fu:
Geej. peej, do you have to stick the Va poker in my eye again? When my family moved to RVa after The Beatles invaded ‘murka 50 years ago, Padre Robertson was a US senator still saying he was a D as were the Harry Byrds. I was an adolescent and I knew they were the worstest. They made be appreciate WVa’s Senators Bobby Byrd and distant cuzin Jennings Randolph who’s son went on to be a sportscaster.
I had a long ‘exit interview’ with my sister Wednesday as she drove home after leaving her job for good to move on to her new step in life. I got a piece of insight about our Dad I did not know because I got out of RVa as soon as I could and college was my ticket in 1970. My eldest namesake and grandfather I never knew got wiped out in the Depression and was very cautious about things as a result.. My poor Dad had to live through all of that. After serving in WWII that he in part was caught up in because WVMc,Sr. was on the draft board and wanted no appearance of preferential treatment, my Dad went to WVU to become a lawyer, a stable and reliable path in the family tradition. What Sara told me the other day was that he really wanted to be a sportswriter which was frowned upon by my grandparents still reeling from the 20s.