Cake Worm, Tiny Tash and Little Al are back at school. They have school uniforms, new shoes, new backs, new lunch boxes and new stationery. This is because we packed (OK I packed) everything for school before our move date was changed for the first time.
Snarly didn’t make it to school today. Instead she has spent the last few days being very poorly with a tummy bug. She has also managed to have a normal blister on her heal turn into an infected puss fulled sack of evil that I took no pleasure in stabbing with a scalpel and draining yesterday. She’s spending today at home with her mother.
The Hildy is taking the opportunity to avoid going back to work and to start her TMA which is due in on Thursday. I also started my TMA which is also due in on Thursday. Plenty of time.
Anyway, other than ranting about how much I hate estate agents and solicitors (which is getting old) and moaning about putting off our move again (this time it’s the 17th September) I’ve got very little to say. Instead I wish to share some happy photos of my loving family.
Tiny Tash looking thoughtful.
Cake Worm caught in the act.
Snarly the big drip.
Little Al at 100 metres above sea level sitting on some glass.
The Hildy, busy packing.
Riz, the stupidest cat in the world.
On the front page of yesterday’s Sunday Times was an article that stated that “nearly half the British think that religion is harmful”. This is a surprise for me because I seriously though that my views were in a small minority.
Personally I think the division of Believer, Agnostic or Atheist is too narrow. I prefer Dawkins’ seven point scale of religiosity. The Times poll showed the following results:
- Only 16% of those polled called themselves atheists;
- 28% believed in God;
- 26% believed in “something” but were not sure what;
- and 9% regarded themselves as agnostics.
Putting aside that this adds up to only 79% which indicates that the journalist cold be twisting the statistics for his own ends in some ways (I’m a skeptic, what’s your point) I still find it interesting that there are reportedly more Atheists than Agnostics.
I’ve set up a Facebook poll based on the seven point scale if you want to join in and add your own personal rating. I’m going to leave it running for a while.
If you don’t use Facebook then the poll is repeated here:
How would you rate your personal belief in the divine?
- Absolutely believe in my deity\deities and take the holy book literally.
- Believe in my deity\deities and think that the holy book is right even though parts of it are allegory.
- Believe in a deity\deities but no particular religion has it right.
- Don’t know\not interested\Agnostic.
- Don’t really believe in a deity.
- Don’t believe in any deity but am open to new evidence.
- Absolutely believe in the absence of all deities. Nothing could change my mind.
Does the poll surprise anyone?
A chicken walks into the library. It goes up to the circulation desk and says: “book, bok, bok, boook”.
The librarian hands the chicken a book. It tucks it under his wing and runs out. A while later, the chicken runs back in, throws the first book into the return bin and goes back to the librarian saying: “book, bok, bok, bok, boook”. Again the librarian gives it a book, and the chicken runs out. The librarian shakes her head.Within a few minutes, the chicken is back, returns the book and starts all over again: “boook, book, bok bok boook”. The librarian gives him yet a third book, but this time as the chicken is running out the door, she follows it.The chicken runs down the street, through the park and down to the riverbank. There, sitting on a lily pad is a big, green frog. The chicken holds up the book and shows it to the frog, saying: “Book, bok, bok, boook”.
The frog blinks, and croaks: “read-it, read-it, read-it”.
So, I finished 2001: A Space Odyssey, the novel of the film of the screenplay, on Thursday and I’ve packed all my books in preparation of my house move that was supposed to be yesterday. It is now next Friday.
Anyway this leaves me without a single book to read. I think that you’ll agree that this isn’t a situation that you ever want to be caught in. In order to preserve my sanity, put off doing TMA 04, avoid packing and generally escape the house I popped to the shops yesterday for a wander. I was passing Help The Aged when a book title caught my eye. An old book that I’d never read.
I had to rush in an purchase John Wyndham’s The Midwich Cuckoos for the princely sum of 39p.
I’ve read The Day of the Triffids and The Seeds of Time and enjoyed them immensely and I’m sure everyone has read The Chrysalids at some point in their lives. I read it first at school and again every few years after that and can highly recommend it for anyone.