Pharyngutopia

The perfect world arrives in 300 years, apparently, as we learn in a Gernsbackian Mary-Sue. It's entirely wrong, I'm afraid: Pharyngutopia arrived today, in a world in which Chris Clarke writes stories illustrated by Carl Buell that are all about me.

Everyone should be jealous.

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PZ, you have to know you're making a difference with this level of fan base. There are a few science based blogs I enjoy reading, but yours in far and away the best.

There was something subtly wrong with that future...

No Macintosh? Say it ain't so!

"There was something subtly wrong with that future..."

Indeed. It seems evolution must have stopped in the viruses, bacteria and the other little guys who prey on us.

What was needed was the discovery of a bacteria-based serum (in addition to the megaloteuthis serum) that caused our individual cells to reproduce sexually and to swap genes. Then we could evolve at a fast enough pace to at least give the bugs a run for their money.

Oh, and I should have mentioned that story and pic is the coolest birthday present I've ever heard of.

"This building is dedicated in gratitude to PZ Myers by a grateful William Dembski. Thank you for showing me the error of my ways." Oooh, that is wicked funny!

But what goes on? I just had a great idea for a new short story over lunch involving a Dawkinesque character, a Dembskiesque character, and a lady robot (with a feminist twist, mind you). Is C. Clarke giving off quantum talent waves? May they land on me!

I am jealous, that is the niftiest birthday gift ever. I also think it's my new favorite bedtime story.

By Christina (not verified) on 09 Mar 2006 #permalink

There was something subtly wrong with that future...

No Macintosh? Say it ain't so!

Errrm, ALL computers will be Mac's. The Solar System runs on OS-M.

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James 2:24

Happy birthday and what a great little tory by Chris. I just want to see a Buell of PZ filling the pen. that would be sweet!

By CanuckRob (not verified) on 10 Mar 2006 #permalink

He opened the pen barrel, brought it down to an opening low in his lab coat, grunted once and brought the pen back up full of ink.

Ah, so the Z in your name stands for "Zoidberg"?