PZ Myers carries out threat to desecrate the Eucharistic victim.

Even if Catholics are both wrong and stupid, P.Z. Myers is mean, just like a person who would come into my house and rip my three year-old son's "art" off the fridge and burn it in front of me... And that's sadder, much sadder, than being wrong and stupid.

Another in a series of curious facts about transcendental numbers.

π wrongs make a right.

* * UPDATE * *
Readers have pointed out to me that -π wrongs also make a right.
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June (Oops, I mean July) is music month at "Call me Mara"

Challenged with the failure of the popular song By the Rivers of Babylon to confront the more picaresque portions of the Psalm, I have endeavored to search out the lost verses. I have found the following

This verse:

Blessed be he

that shall take and dash thy little ones
against, against the rock,
he who shall repay thee payment which thou hast paid us.

will scan about like this one:

When the wicked

Carried us away in captivity
Required from us a song
Now how shall we sing the lords song in a strange land

And periodic chants of

Raze it, raze it, to the foundation.

also fit right in, where the "to the foun" fall on three eighth notes after an eighth rest on the downbeat.

sing along to try it out:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=XVEKKJOLRww

Though I, for one, am glad the Catholic Church finally entirely stopped dashing children against rocks back in the 1970's.

Kumbayà of Canned Pastà

I promised to post this. Use it wisely.

Boyardee, my Chef, Boyardee,
Boyardee, my Chef, Boyardee;
Boyardee, my Chef, Boyardee,
O Chef Boyardee.

Beefaroni: Chef Boyardee,
Beefaroni: Chef Boyardee;
Beefaroni: Chef Boyardee,
O Chef Boyardee.

Ravioli: Chef Boyardee,
Ravioli: Chef Boyardee;
Ravioli: Chef Boyardee,
O Chef Boyardee.

Alphaghetti: Chef Boyardee,
Alphaghetti: Chef Boyardee;
Alphaghetti: Chef Boyardee,
O Chef Boyardee.

Boyardee, my Chef, Boyardee,
Boyardee, my Chef, Boyardee;
Boyardee, my Chef, Boyardee,
O Chef Boyardee.