May 21st, 2011

atheist teacher

Why am I even talking about this nonsense?

Nice list of failed doomsday prophecies at Religious Tolerance

2004-APR-9: Victor Hopchenk, an Orthodox Christian, had prophesized that by God's "wish and compassion", an asteroid would hit Los Angeles, CA, which he describes as the "center of propaganda of debauch, lechery, violence and cruelty." The asteroid collision was to have exterminated all life there. God wants Hollywood to stop creating immoral and pornographic films. He had given 49 warnings in the past; this is the 50th and final warning.

"... the Bible code clearly states the danger in modern terms- 'atomic holocaust' and 'World War' are both encoded in the Bible. And both are encoded with the same year, 2006."

Pyotr Kuznetsov is the leader of a Russian doomsday sect called the True Orthodox Church. They reject processed food and regard bar codes as Satanic symbols. He predicted that the world would end in 2008-MAY. During 2007-NOV, thirty-five of his followers barricaded themselves in a cave near the village of Kikolskoye, 435 miles (725 km) southeast of Moscow. They threatened to blow up gas cylinders if officials tried to force them to leave. Twenty-four left when spring floods caused part of the cave to collapse; only a few adults remained. Meanwhile, Kuznetsov is believed to have become depressed at the failure of his prophecies and tried to commit suicide by hitting himself on the head with a log.

I will give Camping this: he played his stupid game in a modern media fashion -- millions of people have been exposed to his ridiculous twaddle, and the media have greedily eaten the garbage out of his trough and spread it to the rest of us unceasingly for days. He's even got me talking about his empty prediction. His only fault is that this hype-with-no-substance won't get him anything but pointed fingers and laughter in the general public -- he has to take a backseat to Airborne. Someone give Camping a log, please.

ETA: ok, maybe I take it back. Camping has raked in $100 million, the same figure as Airborne's sales through 2006.

I'll have what she's having

There was a nice little gathering last night at the Tam O'Shanter to celebrate ian_tiberius's natal day with karteblanche, postgoodism, zorker, Dr. Pookie and The McInnis. Despite the Sassenach connotations, I opted for the English Cut, which I thought was really good. The thin sliced beef doesn't hold heat well, but offers lots of surface area for juices, gravy and horseradish. Lots of amusing chitchat around the table, and a good time was had by all. Of course, probably the greatest amusement was offered by someone not in our party...

We had been seated in a bustling room full of happy diners, but slowly the room emptied out until, by the end of our meal, there were just us, and a small table of two gentleman across the room. By happenstance, postgoodism had risen from the table to attend to his kidneys. The gap in our circle was roughly opposite me, and the other table was straight through the gap. One of the two gentlemen also leaves the table, leaving his companion alone in the room... apart from us.

Planning a treat for her dogs, karteblanche asks the server, "I'd like a box for my bone." Then I think Dr. Pookie says something along the lines of, "Now that sounds like a euphemism for something." Mr. All by Himself busts a gut lolling -- as were we all -- but his participation just exponentiated the amusement. He was a bit embarrassed, but it was a great moment of stranger camaraderie. The McInnis took adolescent glee in ringing the changes on the phrase for the remainder of the evening, which is why we love him so.