ION (from PZ's blog) Comic-con reacts to Fred Phelps
Westboro Baptist Church decided that they were going to picket Comic-Con, and Justin Kirchart sent me pictures. He also sent me a photo of the WBC picket — it's a sad and pathetic 4 people standing and holding the usual "YOU HATE GOD" and "GOD HATES FAGS" signs, and it wasn't very interesting, so I didn't bother to upload it.
Here, though, are the forces of Comic-con madness across the street. They're much more entertaining. Click to zoom in!
My fave is the guy in the Bender costume holding a sign saying "Kill All Humans".
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I have an entirely different sort of question.
For (older) immigrant children, how young do they generally have to have immigrated to have no discernible accent? If they're in a place without a large population speaking their first language?
I know some people who immigrated around age 10 and had very little of the accent of their first language, and others who immigrated around age 6 and had a very strong accent.
My fave is the guy in the Bender costume holding a sign saying "Kill All Humans".
And "All Glory to the Hypno-Toad!"
I'm a little disappointed there weren't any Klingons, though.
Timelies all!
Gotta pack for Confluence tonight. Not that that's terribly hard. (It's just a matter of deciding which t-shirts to bring, and which earrings to go with them. Toss in some jeans, socks and underwear, and voila!)
Much variance. I know a woman of Indian ethnic background (sorry don't know which subgroup) who lived in Africa until she was six, London from 6-13, and U.S. from 13 forward. She spoke Swahili as a girl, but did not retain a word by the time I met her in her 20s. She has never lost a slight British accent, not strong, but noticeable.
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Oh, my. God loves gay Robins. That's AWESOME.
Oh, my. God loves gay Robins. That's AWESOME.
I thought of you immediately when I saw that.
Your beau should be Gay Robin for Halloween.
The Bender costume wins, hands down.
There are those same sorts of feelings over practically any pain-relieving drug. "Strong" people are supposed to be able to "tough it out."
And I understand that there are risks, but for so many centuries under Catholic doctrine, women were explicitly PROHIBITED from receiving any palliatives during childbirth, because they needed to feel the pain during childbirth that God had mandated for Eve's sins.
I think the message that the author is trying to convey, albeit a bit confusedly, is that women should have some authority over their experience during birth. Which I completely agree with.
