I’ve never been so happy to be a believer in my whole life. Read about this gathering of skeptics and atheists then you decide if you’d rather be with them or here at CMR. The Boston Phoenix reports:
Pseudoscience debunkers and original thinkers unite in their lack of faith.
It’s a few days after Charles Darwin’s 200th birthday, and Rebecca Watson is posted up at the Asgard, a popular bar down the road from MIT, passing out leaflets promoting an upcoming “Skeptics in the Pub” event. The flyers suggest evolutionary-themed pickup lines: “I’d like to sail my HMS Beagle right into your Galapagos” and “If I were an enzyme, I would be DNA Helicase so I could unzip your genes.”
The last time the Boston Skeptics gathered for Sunday brunch, they consumed 28 pancakes. (They keep records.) This time, they’ve been joined by members of the Boston Atheists group, so more than 40 diners overflow two long tables in the back room of the Asgard, guzzling coffee, ordering breakfast, and chatting about Battlestar Galactica — poised to break the pancake record.
Uh guys where I’m from they’re not called skeptics. They’re called geeks.
I mean, we seem downright cool compared to these guys.
Oh, one more thing. In the end, the geeks didn’t even break their old pancake record. Heartache! They couldn’t even break their own pancake record. You ever seen the amount of pancakes eaten at a Church breakfast. Heck the Knights of Columbus are good for 40 by themselves.
Word has it they’re meeting in their mother’s basement next week. It’s cool though because they have their own entrance.