Well, like your last link (IIRC) that doesn’t really answer the question, though. Which is if God is omniscient and omnipotent and loves us, then what the fuck. If you are giving him credit for anything good happening, ever, then logically you should ask why he allows bad things to happen to good people. The only explanations that make any sense are about original sin and what-not, but they are unsatisfying because they lead back to him creating things as they are, on purpose.

Of course if you turn the corner and accept a Godless universe, it makes perfect sense that nobody is in control. It is consistent with observable evidence.

Then you are denying the existence of ME, though. But I don’t mind. It’s all part of my plan.

Facial recognition is apparently a very specific part of the brain. (I saw it on Charlie Rose! Some woman picked up a model of the brain, pointed to the bottom, and said “it’s riiiiiight…HERE!”)

And there is apparently a real condition called Prosopagnosia where people can’t recognize faces. One of my friends claims to have it — though he is otherwise pretty outgoing and cheerful and has never really reported any negative effects on his life, UNLIKE BRAD PITT who is clearly suffering greatly.

It’s like a year later and I’m looking at this, and Google has paired it with an ad for the new Knife album. I love the implication — if you like this drunk guy singing to his cat, you’ll LOVE Shaking the Habitual!

Also, funny how there is so much vitriol directed at the internet, but I don’t see a peep about how they were portrayed on the show. That contract must have some serious confidentiality language in it.

I am also really having a lot of problems with shorts weather. Like, all of a sudden everyone gets to look at your socks.

For me the standard test of celebrity opinion is whether you’d like to have lunch with that person. Basically you are evaluating whether or not you think a half hour with them would be pleasant or not, and whether they would be nice to you.

Random Examples: Oliver Platt – Yes. Jude Law – No.

You Can Count on Me (to Call on Mothers’ Day)

I just WENT to the store and I didn’t buy ANY of that shit.

It does not surprise me that Kei$ha writes her songs on the piano. I was teaching a piano lesson to a 10-year-old in my building and all she really cared about was Selena Gomez and Kei$ha, so I learned how to play the riff to that stupid inescapable Kei$ha song, printed out the lyrics, and let her sing it.

But then I had to tell her that she wasn’t allowed to perform it for her parents because the lyrics were too dirty. I should’ve just edited out the verse with “boys wanna touch my junk” in it and everything would have been fine.

You can wear jeans to classical music concerts. Obviously there are some attire that is over-the-line sloppy (like flip-flops, probably) but jeans and a button-down shirt would be perfectly fine.

Whoops, shoulda kept reading, ahdoy.

Well, “asking God to do a better job of controlling the chaos” doesn’t really make that much sense either. I mean, what, God meant to do it, but forgot, but he’ll get right on it if you send him a reminder?

But, if you believe he’s listening to you, then asking God to do stuff is a lot like these Twitter posts. You are doing it to show him you care and are a good person. Then, maybe he will intervene and bless you in some way (not necessarily in the specific way you are asking) because you’ve shown yourself to be worthy.

(Also, you are talking to yourself as an affirmation of your basic beliefs and values, like Stuart Smalley in his mirror.)

So “Dear Lord, please help Aunt Nancy with her cancer” is just a different way of saying “I am worried about this and wish something good will happen. This is what’s most important to me right now.”

Well, you can also buy it on iTunes. You gotta wait one day after broadcast.