Surplus Cats

Apparently there’s to be a “creation science” conference darkening my door in August. Their website states:

Who Should Attend

• Private educators
• Public educators
• Pastors
• Beginning & intermediate-level creationists
• Creation science researchers
• Intermediate & advanced creation scientists
• Scientists
• Engineers
• Philosophers of science/academics
• Theologians
• Interested evolutionists
• Home-schooling parents
• Anyone interested in the origins debate

…so clearly I have been invited. And so have you!

They are promising “40+ original peer-reviewed  papers and special evening presentations by the world’s leading creation science researchers and speakers” and so surely they mean miracles! I wanna see miracles. Who doesn’t want to see miraculous wonders? I’m sold.

I really need to join the Pittsburgh chapter of CFI or something. (A quick search shows me there’s not really an “or something” — weird. How can that be?)

Unrelated: Here’s the question I posed earlier to friends — What Doctor Who alien would you hate to run into more?

I’m at a toss-up between Cybermen and those creepy weeping angel things from “Blink” that just aired here over the weekend. Those things are basically my childhood nightmare on screen in full color scare-o-vision: something that seems inanimate coming to life the minute you look away or blink with murderous results. Only instead of it being a small army of dolls that you could attempt to defend yourself against, it’s a bunch of cemetery statues that zap you into the past where you grow old with an unconvincing story and unfinished business? None for me, thanks!

I do know that when it comes to real creatures I do not want to meet, my answer is an adamant “toucan!” Or, ok, Ben Stein.