O, Christian Sabbath! Ye Olde Secular Sunday!

[jackshoegazer]

I'm trying to get in the headspace to do some homework, but the last thing I want to dig into is scholarly articles on the existence of Atlantis. Instead, I'm doing laundry and miscellaneous cleaning while taking occasional breaks to debunk Intelligent Design, or rather to be more accurate, to discover that there is nothing worthwhile to debunk.

    Scientific theories do not include God because scientific theories must be tested. Testing requires holding constant some variables, and no one can “control” God; therefore, scientific explanations are restricted to the natural causes that are testable. All scientists work this way, whether they are religious or nonreligious.
    The fundamental problem with intelligent design as science is that intelligent design claims cannot be tested. Scientific testing requires that there be some set of phenomena which are incompatible with your idea. No observation could possibly be incompatible with a claim that an “intelligent agent” (whom everyone recognizes as God) acted to, say, introduce information into a system. Untestable claims are not scientific claims.

Anywhoo. Ethan's coming back home later this evening and Jacquelyn will be home sometime tomorrow evening. I'll have to put my Mediocre Movie Marathon to an end (which included Mean Girls (not bad for what it was, SNL cast a huge plus), The Producers (the 2005 version which I'd love to see live but as a movie was kind of eh), and Meet the Fockers (definitely not as funny or awkward as the first, but pleasant enough) and get back to watching good shows like Battlestar Galactica (we just finished season 2.5) and Alias (just started season 2) and Sherlock Holmes ( about to start Return of...)

I couldn't sleep last night so I edited some older pictures. Take a peek if you're not entirely tired of my recent barrage of photography.

Jacquelyn and Eris - A Dinner Time Tradition


Ethan lounging on our old couch last year.


Eris and Figaro cuddling.  Well, Eris does the cuddling while Figaro pretends to tolerate it.


Loki and Eva chilling on the cat tree in the sunlight.


Yours truly, sometime last year, tired and in my jammies.

Okay, enough procrastinating.  I have a load of dishes waiting for me.  Maybe I'll take a nap.  That sounds awesome.