I say that the existence of the Flying Spaghetti Monster is proved in my book, _The Existence of the Flying Spaghetti Monster_.

Although I suppose my case is hurt somewhat by the fact that I have not (yet) written such a book....

Maybe you have and maybe you haven't. I call it at 50-50.

Not about everything...just, I guess I don't feel that I will be tapped on the shoulder, spiritually, any time soon. I still care about England and I've never seen it for myself. Witnessing a resurrection would be a privilege, I think, though.

Proctology is the specialization that amazes me.

"Hmmm, let's see, what do I want to look at every day for my entire professional career..."

"I look at assholes, so others don't have to."

I am in my new office! Working my butt off, but enjoying it.

I miss y'all though

In physics, one common problem starts out "assume a spherical horse" .

I always heard it with a spherical cow. Maybe because cows are funnier than horses.

(Actually, it reminds me of an economics joke I heard in college. In microeconomics class. It goes thusly:

An engineer, a chemist, and an economist are trapped on a desert island. One day, a trunk full of canned goods washes up on shore, and they each try to figure out a way to get the cans open.

The engineer designs a catapult system involving palm trees in order to physically break the cans open.

The chemist works with coconut juice and sand to devise a solution that will eat through the tops of the cans.

The economist says "Okay, first assume we have a can opener...")

I still care about England and I've never seen it for myself.

Rosencrantz: What a shambles! We're just not getting anywhere! Not even England. And I don't believe in it anyway.
Guildenstern: In what?
Rosencrantz: England.
Guildenstern: Just a conspiracy of cartographers, you mean?

I still care about England and I've never seen it for myself.

Maybe if you had seen it, you wouldn't care.

Oh, and I love philosophy. Just not when it's about proving the existance of God.

No, no, no. Proctologists look at prostates, so that they may prescribe unbelieveably expensive radiation and/or medication treatments, and take a cut thereby. Unlike psychiatry, I bet there isn't much in the way of inherent fascination drawing those particular specialists.

Wait: ita will turn out to be a proctologist in her spare time, and say, "My dad died of anal prolapse, and that is what got me started in medicine, you unfeeling turd!!"

Guess I'm gonna have to go...maybe if I charge enough for fanfic...