It's better to light a candle than curse the darkness.
- based on a Chinese proverb
Not what you expected from me, is it?
Many of the posts here have a structure like this: religious lunatic doing some religiously loony activity - cheap joke - attempt at witticism - maybe an embarrassing tie-in with my own personal rap sheet of poor decision making - In Purgatory - fin.
Before beginning, however, I want to say that those cursing the darkness can often times be quite entertaining if they do it well. The entire comedic-industrial complex is built on screaming into the night. Look at Lewis Black, Dave Chappelle, and South Park. There's a lot of cursing going on there. Those lot shine with a weird ultraviolet light where all the nasty nasties can be seen (the best sanitizer is laughter, of course). OK, I think I've covered my bases with the cursing at the darkness crowd (of which I am one).
Tonight I am sending out invites to my February Sucks party. February is the worst month. Period. It's not my opinion. It's fact. Look it up. Do a quick search of this blog and you will find an article from an authority (me) on February sucking from last year. In the past I have livened up the dead of winter with a feast just to break up the cycle of: cold daylight/colder night - repeat until March. (Yes, I'm aware that March is no picnic, but there seems to be more sunlight then and that goes a long way for me.) I have to admit, it's less of a feast than a forum for me to get drunk and talk smack. I've tried doing those activities alone - it never works out well and comes dangerously close to breaking one of my cardinal rules: Don't go crazy (it goes hand in hand with Don't get hurt)
This year will be smidge different.
This is just not a February Sucks party. It is also a Darwin Day party.
That's right, Chuck Darwin was born February 12, 1809 in Shrewsbury England. This year February 12th falls on a Saturday - prime party time. I was perusing the International Darwin Day Foundation site about the activities that some universities and museums are doing. I suspect they will be more informative than my soiree though not as fun. Don't get me wrong, there will be some edu-tainment going on. I'm looking to get a Glenn Beck pinata since he called Darwin "the father of modern day racism". Maybe I''ll fill the pinata with nips of rum and vodka that have quotes about evolution tied around them (a fave of mine: Evolution is a fact. - Carl Sagan). I'll probably dot the party area with small bits of trivia about Darwin and evolution.
You may accuse me of using Darwin Day as a excuse to get drunk. That there are more appropriate ways to celebrate the man's life and work.
Here is my reply.