I was going to throw a link about xians and environmental scientists out there, and I will, but first I wanted to hitch this Slate link to the blog, here. How much am I the geek of your worst days? Oh, so. And not the cool geek who slunk off to concerts and collected albums. No. I was of a whole other stripe. Theater. RPGs. Comix. And not hip comics, either. We didn't have them in my town. Improbably handsome and strong young people in spandex. Those comix. The Slate articles alright, but scroll down to the slideshow. Some fun stuff. Let me know if you have them. Bring 'em by. We'll talk.
And now, evangelicals, already in progress. Or not progressing at all. Well, on environmental issues, apparently, they've woken up a bit. Let's not wait for Armegeddon and the Rapture (not in that order), they seem to be saying, let's not poison ourselves now. Because, when we do this kind of not-giving-a-shit, not-paying-attention, I-should-have-two-SUVs poisoning, we poison poor people, and that behavior just ain't xian. No shit. In this article, though, it's telling that the scientists and the xians won't field questions. Ah. Don't agree on much else? Think the other side's a deluded fool out to kill you? Let's. . . just not talk, 'k?
And my first issue of Knucklebones arrived. I promise not to get the pages all sticky.