a collection of two

So here’s some stuff I’ve been thinking of and/or found over the past week. Okay, two things.

When it comes to evolution, right-wing nutjobs (I hesitate to call them Christians) think that it’s not real, and God created everything in a matter of days. However, when it comes to gays and lesbians, these same people think that being gay is a choice rather than a result of a person’s biology because there’s no way that that sort of behavior could have survived evolutionary selection. You can’t have it both ways, folks; time to rein in the stupid and actually think about your positions for a change. (I have nothing to link to for this; it’s just an opinion I’ve formulated while reading some of the stuff that people on the right spew.

The other cool thing I found was a group of people who a) build tesla coils, and b) the subgroup who modulate the frequency of the coils according to MIDI input. I’m linking to a forum thread because I don’t want to deep-link to anyone’s videos, but check out some of the videos there. The heavy-metal-guitar-like noises are actually the sound of the electricity coming from the tesla coil.

That’s kind of it for now. I’m sure other exciting things are happening, but my brain has melted in the heat, so I can’t come up with any now.

news junkie, I must be

So I think I’m a news junkie. I have a regular repertoire of web sites that I check every morning and night for news and information; some are on the linkroll at right. I try to suck up every story and read the more interesting ones. Not sure if I like staying informed, or what.

I actually think it may have started during an earthquake in the mid-90s; it happened at some ungodly hour in the morning (why do the bigger ones always seem to happen at, say, 4AM, and not 2PM?). Earthquakes freaked me out for a while growing up; I was within about 20 miles of the epicenter of the 1989 Loma Prieta (6.9Richter) quake when it happened, and that shook me up a bit. This one, though, was only a 5.0 or so. But I got up and couldn’t sleep, so I started listening to the radio. This was back when certain AM stations would spend an hour after a quake taking listener calls after a bigger one from people who’d say if they felt it or not.

The next night, it became more of a habit, and for a while I started listening to news radio at night. Then it turned into News TV (I used to be a great fan of World News Now, the slightly kooky 2AM-4AM newscast on ABC). I finally grew out of that in college as I realized I actually needed sleep to function. But off and on with the advent of easy web access, I’ve been sort of a web site news junkie.

Anyway, in order to fizzle out this whole story — being a news junkie, I’m also an avid fan of Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me, the kooky NPR news quiz show. I listen every week when I can. We even went to a live show when they were touring. So every now and then, I’ll come across a story that I just *know* is going to be on Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me.

I came across such a story today.

And don’t remember where I found it or what it was about.

So, to make up for this letdown, please watch this crazy, super-must-be-drug-induced ad for coffee:

I just got harris’ed

So for the first time in my life, I got Harris Poll’ed. They asked the standard political stuff — who’s doing a good job, who I might vote for in the 2008 presidential race, then moved on to find out how I felt about the oil and natural gas industry.

If I were to analyze it, it seemed decent enough, except there were some statements that I was asked if I agree or disagree with — something about the statistics of ethanol-burning cars on the road — where I would have liked to check the numbers. But there was no “I don’t know” option, so I just went with it.

It was interesting, at least. Not to say that my life is so unexciting that being called by a pollster is the zenith of my weekend; several other general entertainment things happened that I had fun with. But at least it’s unique.

Plus, for all the times I’ve said “that poll must be bogus, those respondents don’t know what they’re talking about” — I can now proudly count myself among those who don’t know what they’re talking about.

This person who doesn’t know what he’s talking about is also avoiding studying for his japanese final. Just to get that out there. Admitting it is the first step, you know.