My Proof is Gone!
For those of you keeping score at home, I did finally move out of that hotel two weeks ago today. I was in there for exactly nine weeks. There’s no excuse for them to have taken that long. At least Ericsan can now breathe easier; all is right with the world: My bathroom walls are no longer pastel peach.
In other news, you may have caught my small notice that I spent last weekend at a ridiculous fundie seminar called Darwin was Wrong. You’re probably anxious for the full report. I’m anxious to write it. But the whole event was so monumentally moronic that I’m having trouble recovering from it. As soon as my neurons start firing again (they will start firing again, won’t they?), I’ll write something up.