It’s Wednesday, or Hump Day, the 27th of April, and the temperature in Chicago has dropped 30 degrees Fahrenheit in the past two days; it’s now chilly. On this day in 1521, Magellan was hacked and speared to death by natives in the Philippines. Also on this day, Herbert Spencer was born in 1820, and Ralph Waldo Emerson died in 1882.
Meanwhile in Dobrzyn, Hili is becoming an incisive anti-theist! Perhaps I should have her translate Faith Versus Fact into Cat.
Hili: If there is no God spring has no meaning.A: What are you talking about?Hili: I’m bringing the logic of the believers to the absurdity where it belongs.
In Polish:
Hili: Jeśli Boga nie ma, to wiosna nie ma sensu.
Ja: Co ty mówisz?
Hili: Doprowadzam logikę wierzących do absurdu, tam gdzie jej miejsce.
And in Winnipeg, Jesus saves but so does Gus!
. . . and he’s attacking a new tuft in the garden (he destroyed a tuft last year):
Lagniappe: a LOLcat from Facebook (h/t jsp for both items):
and today’s Dilbert, whose second panel is a classic (it should be on a tee shirt):
Sorry PCC(E), it is April, not August, and you are correct – the second panel would make a terrific t-shirt…!
Oy, fixed. But the historical events are ok, I think.
But, fish plus time is very marvelous.
Really agree about the t-shirt. Somebody’s gotta do it! I’m ready with my order.
I’m still in deliriously happy amazement caused by the Dilbert panel. That’s perfect, if a human creation can ever merit the term.
With that in mind, I was then slightly perplexed by the question of whether Princess Hili should translate FvF into the felidae tongue. I can see the value of that in one sense, but then an opposing thought immediately emerges: felidae need not read about that which is already completely inscribed in everything they do: there is no god; my station is too high for the rest of you as it is. Humans debate the question; felidae luxuriate over the answer. Indeed: I’m sitting up in bed as I type this. There are three atheists here: myself, Jackie Boy, and Harvey (girl, long story). The human atheist here has been ceaselessly tapping away since 6am, back and forth between FB discussions, emails, job applucations, etc. The faction of felidae atheists are both sleep-purring, one next to me, the other in my lap. They look at my typing as if to say, “haven’t you figured out that banal nonsense yet? No? Well, petting jus will surely help you get there.”
I am amazed that people are fish plus time. That’s astonishing and exciting and wondrous because it’s not a miracle.
So has Scott Adams seen sense then and is no longer an evolution denier?
I was wondering the same thing.