Who Designed the Designer's Website?
Because it seems to have been redesigned. It's actually undergone a lot of revisions. In fact, it seems to have disappeared from the Google index and Internet Archive.
Well, that's quite a gap in UD's fossil record, I must say! I think we need to hold these IDers to account! Tied-to-mainmast, feather-tickle strategy is beginning to sound more practical every passing moment. (Or maybe not: "Explanatory Filter? What's an Explanatory Filter?" Dishonest cutie-pie. Yes, maybe pleasure-torture doesn't yield good intelligence. It takes a sense of humor for that.)
But not to worry, Mrs. O'Leary is still in the UD shed with her lantern to light our path. I guess the guys at UD prefer creepy pain metaphors. Because, as we all know, violence is better than s-e-x. Too bad.
(Shimmies to Pharyngula and The Austringer)
UPDATED: Well, now the folks at UD are saying that their disappearance is "all very curious." Hmm. (Are they covering the covering of their tracks, now, or did they find out themselves from one of the postings of the "Darwinists"? Doesn't look good for them either way.)
How do gaps occur in the fossil record? How do holes appear in one's theory? It must be God! (Oh, excuse me, design.) Right?
Well, that's quite a gap in UD's fossil record, I must say! I think we need to hold these IDers to account! Tied-to-mainmast, feather-tickle strategy is beginning to sound more practical every passing moment. (Or maybe not: "Explanatory Filter? What's an Explanatory Filter?" Dishonest cutie-pie. Yes, maybe pleasure-torture doesn't yield good intelligence. It takes a sense of humor for that.)
But not to worry, Mrs. O'Leary is still in the UD shed with her lantern to light our path. I guess the guys at UD prefer creepy pain metaphors. Because, as we all know, violence is better than s-e-x. Too bad.
(Shimmies to Pharyngula and The Austringer)
UPDATED: Well, now the folks at UD are saying that their disappearance is "all very curious." Hmm. (Are they covering the covering of their tracks, now, or did they find out themselves from one of the postings of the "Darwinists"? Doesn't look good for them either way.)
How do gaps occur in the fossil record? How do holes appear in one's theory? It must be God! (Oh, excuse me, design.) Right?
posted by Kristine | Tuesday, September 19, 2006
16 Comments:
" Who Designed the Designer's Website?"
Well it sure as hell wasn't me, and if it was, I wouldn't announce it publicly.
That whole design is rather unintelligent.
Oddly enough.
"violence is better than s-e-x"
You know, ya gotta ask yourself about them people....
WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY THINKIN?!?!?!
Well it sure as hell wasn't me
No it wasn't, JanieBelle, your site rocks!
By the way, the "All Hell Breaks" post where you drop the f-bomb is the first post I ever saw at your site.
From my understanding, DaveScot seems to be less of a prude than the Dembski/O'Leary comedy team but he kind of scares me. He seems like an angry bloke.
WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY THINKIN?!?!?!
They're thinking about putting our heads in vises, that's what. That's what Dembski calls his vise strategy. Unlike my vice strategy.
"No it wasn't, JanieBelle, your site rocks!"
Oh, Dear Kristine. Flattery will get you everywhere... Including our bed. Just so y'know.
;)
"By the way, the "All Hell Breaks" post where you drop the f-bomb is the first post I ever saw at your site."
Oh good! You know what they say...
"You never get a second chance to make a first impression."
"From my understanding, DaveScot seems to be less of a prude than the Dembski/O'Leary comedy team but he kind of scares me. He seems like an angry bloke."
Agreed, on both counts. I'll bet he's cute, though. A little duct tape, a little valium...
"They're thinking about putting our heads in vises, that's what. That's what Dembski calls his vise strategy."
You know, I'm all good with a little gentle spanking and handcuffs, but I don't think I'd care much for the heavy stuff...
Oh.
nevermind.
"Unlike my vice strategy."
Kate has one of those. Lemme just tell ya'... Marines have REALLY strong thighs.
Just so y'know.
Good to know all that 4 AM P.T. has paid off.
;)
Gaaa! The Net at work has been down for four hours--I thought I was going to lose my mind!
Because I have a duct-tape pirate spoil to show ya!
See my next post.
I'll bet he's cute, though. A little duct tape, a little valium...
Jesus, and he visits your site! (Or at least he used to.) I always pictured him as some old duffer.
I'm thinking of a little inchworm...does he lurk here, too? Could that be possible?
It could be. You need a blog-o-meter.
My site meter one tells me who comes and goes, IP address, page hits, all that stuff, including what city the guests are coming in from.
Davey's in Austin, TX, but sometimes he uses an anonymizer. His anonymizer of choice only has a limited number of fake IP addresses, though, so even when he's being clever, I can usually tell it's him by the time and which pages he hits. He still comes round, but less frequently now, and he hasn't commented since shortly after "The Incident".
C.E. hasn't figured out the joke yet, though I can't imagine how that's possible. That's just funny all by itself.
Anyways, let him figure it out on his own.
Oh, and Davey's in his forties or fifties, I think. I don't remember for sure, so he's not REAL old yet. Probably got that Distinguished Texas Gentleman thing going on. I picture him in a cowboy hat.
Nothing else, just a cowboy hat.
Kisses
Oh, and Davey's in his forties or fifties...he's not REAL old yet.
Heh, heh, you better check out this post o'mine. And to think, my guy and I still get carded!
All the time!
And my profile pic is recent! (I'm only a few years shy of inchwormski.)
Holy Crap, Grandma! I thought by your picture you were like 25 MAX!
You rock bigtime! We should all be so lucky as you when we reach our golden twilight years...
Oh, wait. That was supposed to be a compliment.
Really, though, you look marvelous even for a twenty five year old.
Kisses
Inchwormski is only 46, that dishonest little naive fundie-pie. He's a pup compared to me.
And to blow the whole godliness/cleanliness/wholesomeness theocrapy, I'm a grad of the school of hard knockin'-it-back, as is another pal.
So, cheers! Oh, that's right, you're only 17, aren't you?
Come on, you're 16-and-a-half, right? Old enough to drink. [wink] What say you, Corporal Kate?
Old enough to volunteer to die for the country, old enough to drink as far as I'm concerned.
Absolutely!
North Carolina law is 21.
So if I were to have hypothetically drank a hypothetically yummy hypothetical alchoholic beverage off my hypothetical lover's hypothetically naked and also yummy hypothetical body last hypothetical night on our hypothetical picnic table in our hypothetical back yard, I certainly wouldn't post it on the interweb.
Just so y'know.
Uhh...okay. I think I've followed that (three glasses of wine later).
But I can be somewhat of a loose cannon, and a little too open, letting it all hang out so to speak, so let me know if I step over the line...
And if I were to hypothetically tie up a hypothetically (and inexplicably) yummy liar creationist to my hypothetical mainmast and hypothetically tickle him with a hypothetical feather until he (hypothetically) confesses that everything that he hypothetically wrote was a nonhypothetical piece of shit, I guess, hypothetically, I would post it on the web.
And I would expect a Nobel Prize for that, too. The Explanatory Feather.
With pictures, I hope. Nekkie ones.
"And I would expect a Nobel Prize for that, too. The Explanatory Feather."
With Oak Leaf Cluster, for valor.
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