It’s Carnival Time!
2007 December 9
It’s Sunday. That means it’s time for another carnival. Get your toast and coffee and prepare for some great reading over at the Carnival of the Godless. I’ll step completely out of character here (believe that and I’ll sell you some oceanfront property in Iowa) and do a bit o’ bragging: this carnival includes one of my posts.
I like carnivals. But I’d rather hear about Mr. Chaplain’s deconversion. I believe this momentous occurrence demands a post! By the way, please tell him I said “welcome aboard the Good Ship Rationality”! When does he start blogging? Hey, I don’t believe I’m pushing things. As fast as your life has been changing, Mr. Chaplain’s new blog – “Sacramental Apostasy” should be right around the corner.
Deconversion # 2? Did I miss something?
chappy:
See? If you don’t publish here in the chapel’s own newsletter, SI misses it.
You know, if you don’t watch out, you’re gonna find out that everyone in your family, all your friends, and your entire neighborhood have been closet atheists, too.
Deconversion # 2? Did I miss something?
What, you didn’t catch the breaking story over at the Evolutionary Middleman?
Mr. Chaplain will not be blogging regularly on these matters for the foreseeable future. He has promised that, if he has something to say, he will be a guest blogger here at the chapel. BTW, he’s using the handle DSVA as he wanders around the atheosphere, occasionally leaving little mementos in his wake.
he’s using the handle DSVA
He should consider “Mr. Chaplain” or “Chaplain’s Spouse” or “Alter Boy”. DSVA is kind of hard to get a grip on. It’s not as bad as the Lifeguard’s old moniker though.
Evo:
I hardly ever take note of anyone’s spelling, but I do when it makes me laugh out loud. An alter-boy is a Catholic male child preparing for a sex-change operation.
If chappy’s husband uses that pseudonym, he’ll be getting a lot of attention from priests.
Exterminator said:
“An alter-boy is a Catholic male child preparing for a sex-change operation.”
I know he’ll stay far away from that moniker.
I’m so proud that it was MY spelling error that made you (and now the ENTIRE atheosphere) laugh out loud, Ex! You can’t imagine what this means to me…
I may go get a sex change.