Just watched 9/11 Science and Conspiracy on National Geographic.
Nothing really new.

Conspiracy theorists make claims, science is used to debunk claims, conspiracy theorists shift arguments or deny validity of science.

I did have a favorite part. The truthers call the scientist that set up the ballistics test. They question his methods. He asks them if his tests validate the evidence. They say that it is "one theory". The scientist asks what other theory fits. The truthers stare at each other for a second, then say that there are so many that they wouldn't go into it.

Elsewhere today:
At work, my boss is constantly talking about her religion. Today I completed a commercial for a local church. The sales person and my boss start discussing God and doubt. The sales person says that he can understand why some people doubt the existence of God when someone they love dies. My boss adds that is especially true when a murderer keeps on living.

I looked at them with the straightest face I could muster and said "yeah, it's almost as if they were two completely unrelated events".

Theodore and Amos

I introduced my kids to them this evening. It's hard to believe that I've known those two since I was five.

I just finished watching Gran Torino.

Clint Eastwood's voice has been getting rougher and rougher.
It wasn't until I heard him singing over the end credits that I realized who he sounds like now.

Gonzo from the muppets.

If it gets made, I'll go see it.

I just finished The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Just like in All the Pretty Horses, he does a fantastic job of creating a world. He visits the same subject over and over, each time pulling out a little more detail. The sentences are creatively crafted.

It is the story of a father and son traveling the roads of a post apocalyptic wasteland, hiding from cannibals, scavenging for food. Everything is dead in this world, except for humans and one dog(heard but not seen).

The book raises questions about morality, love, and humanity, can they be kept when all else is lost.

I did not like this book. It isn't the bleakness of it that turns me off. I can handle bleak. It isn't the lack of consistent punctuation. It is the lack of journey. A descent into Utter despair would have been acceptable. McCarthy robs us of even this. He hits a reset button that ends the book at the same place he was 4 chapters back.

I just expected more.