Plenty of happy news this morning, Skepchickal readers. For starters, the battle of girl vs. machine has ended at last, or at least hit a lull, with girl on top. Did I just type “girl on top?” Yes, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t just do it again. Google hits are about to quadruple.
The Skepchick home base is now upgraded, high-speed, and wireless. The wireless works so well that I wish there was more than one room in my 300 sf apartment. I even finally obtained Skype, which is apparently a lot more like AOL Instant Messenger than I thought, meaning that it won’t be long before I’ll once again be ignoring the messages of people I knew in high school.
So what’s all that mean? Well, it means that I’m now just about ready to begin regularly appearing on the New England Skeptical Society’s podcast, the Skeptic’s Guide to the Universe! If you’ll recall, I was on a few weeks ago and had a lot of fun, so we figured I might as well hang out a bit more.
But wait, there’s more!
A slight reworking of one of my earlier blog posts appears in James Randi’s newsletter, Swift: How I became a Believer (for a Moment). It’s a little longer and a little more thoughtfully written — generally I just write these blog posts off the top of my head with no editing, which is really the only way I can maintain my post-a-day habit.
Oh, but we’re not finished yet!
Pick up the Skeptic Magazine that just hit newstands to see a short article I wrote about the 2005 Ig Nobel Awards.
And of course, you can still grab the latest Skeptical Inquirer to read an article by Amanda Chesworth on Skepchicks.
I know what you’re thinking: “But what have you, Rebecca, done for me lately?” I’ll tell you, darling reader — I gave you this:
What do you do when you’re an ignorant environmental terrorist just trying to release a bunch of deer into the “wild” (where more than a few will undoubtedly meet long and painful deaths), but the deer don’t want to leave? Apparently you just damage as much property as possible, spray paint some barns, and get the hell out of there.
Said the owner of the deer farm:
I would love to invite them for a cup of tea and explain to them what we are trying to do here.
The whole point of us setting up our deer farm in the 1970s was that we weren’t happy with farming systems and wanted to change things for the better.
We think it’s the Animal Liberation Front because they scrawled ALF over everything.
Assuming their cats were discovered uneaten, I think they probably guessed correctly.
When the fences were snipped the deer did not make a bid for freedom from this “ghastly prison.” They stayed contentedly where they were. Even if someone had chased them out they would all have come back.
Maybe ALF is trying to communicate the message to the wrong party. I envision a new campaign focused on educating non-human animals the world over on how, exactly, they are being repressed and mistreated.