Really now...

Hey. Welcome to my new blog. It's got a spiffy title, doesn't it? 

Basically, I had a stalker. And I was afraid that she might find out some personal stuff about me and use it as leverage to blackmail me into doing one of her sick fantasies or what have you. I will try to update this as much as I can, but procrastination is unforgiving. 

Any news? Well, not so much. I moved to an apartment and my room's smaller, but it's better this way. I don't have a lot of stuff and if I ever feel too isolated, I can open a sliding door to step out onto my balcony. If I go psycho, I can jump off of that balcony. Unfortunately, if I don't go headfirst, I'll survive the fall. 

Summer is so boring. I can't do anything but stay inside the house and vegetate. I've never looked forward to the summertime because boredom is more of a lethal killer than school work. 

There's an orange moon out tonight. No, it's not thanks to God. No, it's not thanks to the aliens. This is because there's a lot of pollution, dust, or smoke in the atmosphere. Yay. Go us. We fucking rock. Not.

And now I'm going to give a brief talk on the 6,000 year theory of Creationists.  First off, the biggest jackass supporter of it:

Here's a very simplified version of how he is wrong: 

Intelligence implies a brain. 

And a brain cannot come into being without life. As the foundation for life no biochemist sees any alternative but DNA. But DNA demands carbon for its construction.  Carbon in turn comes into being by thermonuclear combustion in stars. Thermonuclear combustion demands billions of years of time.  But according to general relativity a universe cannot provide billions of years of time unless it also has billions of light years of extent.