…has died.
For me his most impressive work remains the mural at the Air and Space Museum. But it was just a scratch at the surface of his work. He was a leading chronicler of the first space age. May the new one bring forth new artists as great as it will be, as he was to it.
How about this as a criterion? If it’s done to music, it’s a dance, not a sport.
Hitler makes a Hitler-parody video:
An atheist adoption service for pets abandoned by their raptured owners:
Whatever motivates Centre, he has tapped into a source of genuine unease. Todd Strandberg, who founded a biblical prophecy Web site called raptureready.com that draws 250,000 unique visitors a month, agrees that Fido and Mittens are doomed. “Pets don’t have souls, so they’ll remain on Earth. I don’t see how they can be taken with you,” he says. “A lot of persons are concerned about their pets, but I don’t know if they should necessarily trust atheists to take care of them.”
This paradox poses a challenge for Centre. He must reassure the Rapture crowd that his pet rescuers are wicked enough to be left behind but good enough to take proper care of the abandoned pets. Rescuers must sign an affidavit to affirm their disbelief in God—and they must also clear a criminal background check. “We want people who have pets and are animal lovers,” Centre says. They also must have the means to rescue and transport the animals in their charge. His network consists of 26 rescuers covering 22 states. “They take this very seriously,” Centre says.
It’s a serious issue, previously unaddressed. Isn’t America great? I should sign up as a rescuer.
…And Rubber Chicken.
Massachusetts Republicans come out of the closet.
This is an excellent demonstration of how much politics is psychological, and band-wagon effect. Just as Obama’s election was. But the spell has been broken on that one. No doubt to the chagrin of the Koolaid drinkers.
Well, actually, they’re still in the tank (as demonstrated by die-hard commenters here), but the rest of the rubes have caught on. It’s going to be a bloody cycle or two for the Donkeys. Along with hope for the salvation of the Republic.
With the upcoming Winter Olympics, the old argument about whether or not figure skating is a sport arises again.
It’s not. A sport shouldn’t be so subject to subjective opinions (and no, an umpire in baseball or football referrees are a different thing). And apparently, in trying to solve that problem, they’ve taken away the artistry, when in reality, artistry is what it’s about. I seen no significant difference between figure skating and ballet, or at least interpretive dance. They don’t even have to carve figures any more, so it should really just be renamed ice dancing.
Snowmen. A classic collection.
It figures. Of course, most trekkers have no interest in actual space policy, so I don’t expect much will come of it.
…at NOW.
Man, if they didn’t like the Tebow ad, they should be going ballistic over Betty White being tackled.
[Update a few minutes later]
You know, considering how many people watch for just the ads (about half, I think) they should put together a Superbowl ad show without the game, and see what kind of viewership it gets. It wouldn’t cost them a dime to produce.