Living the dream: I'm a DOCTOR!!!

Yeah right... Fuck this shit. The only use I can find for my new title is that I finally can say the two dickiest sentences in the English language ever: "Please step aside. I'm a doctor!" Seriously, some day I will use it. Another way to use the title (again, as a dick) is to correct a medical doctor when he/she introduces himself/herself: "Hi, my name is Dr. XXX" and I can say: "Oh really? What was your PhD's subject? Mine was YYY" Of course this does not work if he/she has an actual PhD.

By the way, if call me Doctor (and are not mocking me) I will punch you in the face. I really hate such elitisms. I'm as dumb as anybody else (if not dumber for enduring a PhD).

Another religious post, but you may like it

Anyway, this other day I was talking (skyping to be more precise, since I'm in Germany right now) to my mom and I got I little over the top with her. I mean, it is sometimes really crappy to be an atheist. The point is, and now a rather big parenthesis on the issue, I'm in Germany for my thesis defence(1) and I'm a little worry about it (not as much as I suppose to be) and my mom noticed it. She wanted to cheer me up but it turns out that I ruined it by over thinking about it.

Here is the deal, she told me: "we are here all wishing you good luck and praying for you". The praying part I totally ignored but the "good-luck-wishing" part was a little too much and the reason is pretty simple. First of all, as an atheist I really do not believe in "good waves", "good luck", "positive thinking", and "good energy" sending mambo-jambo. It is metaphysics and therefore does not exist. Plain and simple (seriously, metaphysics is scientifically proved to be just crap). Then it hits me: if you (in this case my mom) are wishing me good luck it means that she does not believe that I'm capable (by my own) to get this. Therefore she thinks I'm going to fail without any extra help and since this extra help is not coming (because metaphysics does not exist) I'm utterly damned to failure. And this is coming from my mom. Now, if your mother does not believe in your potential, who else is going to? Pretty depressing don't you think?

In this particular case I wished I'm still believing in the whole crap. But then I cracked a beer open, drunk it and said to myself: "why are you always over analysing shit? Stop whining and get things done". But I tell you something: next time someone wishes you good luck (and is not your mom) tell him/her: "FUCK YOU!!!" Because he or she is actually saying to your face: "poor you, you are obviously not capable of accomplishing by your own and god knows you need this extra help from above (or beneath)". It gives you whole new perspective about these (until now) harmless "wishful thinking", don't you think?

(1) Yes, it is correct with "c" because I use British English instead of American English so suck it.

Wood Allen? Since when?

I haven't written about me lately so I'm not actually starting now but I have to comment this. I just watched Whatever Works from Woody Allen and I liked it, a lot. Then it stroke me: "Am I becoming an Woody Allen fan?" This is serious because I used to hate it. I though it was dull and boring but now I enjoy each sarcastic bit and Woody Allen is full of it. Well, the point is (as a pseudo scientist): I went to IMDb to check it out how many of the last Woody Allen movies I saw and how many I truly enjoyed. Amazing: every one that I saw I liked:

Melinda and Melinda
Match Point
Scoop
Cassandra's Dream

I wonder when that happened. Go figue.

Science fucking up with the hype, once again

First of all, if you really got into that 2012 bull shit you must be either mentally retarded or a superstitious/religious person (sorry about the triple redundancy). But hey, I was once a believer (and dumb). Anyway, it turns out that this was a misinterpretation of the Maya prophecy (or mambo jambo crap, if you want) and the actual end is in 2220 (news here). The interesting about it is: how to keep the mood when you go to the theatres to watch 2012 or even that crappy pseudo documentary Nostradamus: 2012 (which I already commented in a previous post).

Oh boy oh boy, I do love science: eat this apocalyptic fanatics :-)

Xmas gift hint

If you are wondering what to give me for Xmas, I give you a suggestion:

Science for dummies :-)

As a bonus: a nice British accent. Or as James Carr once said: "I don't have an English accent because this is what English sounds like when spoken properly."

A great point made by Sarah Silverman

Look at this ad, aired at Real Time with Bill Maher, by Sarah Silverman in pro World Hunger