Super Bowl? Is That Some Kind Of Baking Product?

Apparently there was some sort of sporting event yesterday.
As should be obvious, once again I didn’t watch the Super Bowl. I hadn’t even known who was in it until yesterday when I saw the teams (Bears and Colts?) mentioned on a Web site I was at.
I did check out some of the commercials online today. Meh.
Instead of the Super Bowl I watched a couple of different shows about the Bible on The National Geographic Channel and The History Channel.
One of the shows was about Noah’s Ark and whether or not there ever was a global flood. The answer? Probably not, though there may have been a really big flood in that region about 7,000 years ago that serves as the basis for the various flood myths.
I find it interesting that Creationists point to the fact that other people besides the Jews had flood myths as proof that a flood must have occurred. I mean, basically they’re saying “It must have happened because other people said it happened,” but it’s with the tacit understanding that it didn’t happen the way the other people said it did.
So the word of other people is valued up to a point.
The thing I wonder about believers who spend their lives in search of the Ark is why they’re bothering. I mean, if you believe the story, why do you need proof? If you’re trying to prove it to other people, that’s pointless, because faith isn’t about proof.
So really, looking for the Ark, or trying to prove that there was a global flood, and that one man could build a craft out of wood that could contain two of every animal (Including dinosaurs, according to many fundamentalists, and actually, it’s seven , or maybe even fourteen, of every “clean” animal and two of every “unclean” animal. Of course, as Robot Chicken tells us, Noah did not take any of the “freaks,” like dragons and unicorns. Makes you wonder why Noah took the duck-billed platypus along, though. I’m not clear on whether or not dinosaurs fell into the clean or unclean category.), along with sufficient food for all of the animals, many of which actually feed on the other animals present (but agreed not to eat them for the duration of the trip), and have said craft withstands storms the likes of which would easily sink modern ships, is rather pointless, because you’re really not going to have much luck getting non-believers to believe even if you do find the remains of a big-ass old boat on top of some mountain in Turkey.
But whatever. If you want to go looking for the Animal Love Boat, knock yourself out.
Far be it from me to try to tell you what to believe. I mean, it’s not like there are any Christians who would try to tell other people what to believe, right?
The antibiotics seems to be doing their job, and so the left side of my face is not nearly so swollen and sore as it had been yesterday, and as my tooth doesn’t hurt at all unless I do something to aggravate it (and damn does it ever hurt if I do something to aggravate it), I have no need for the painkillers, and so my brain is not nearly so fuzzy as it had been.
I think hunger was adding to the befuddlement as well. Sometime yesterday evening I decided that chicken broth, tomato soup, and applesauce just weren’t cutting it, especially after watching a show about the development of the pizza on The History Channel, so I ended up throwing a pizza into the oven, then spending a half an hour very slowly and very carefully eating it. I remain amazed that I was able to do so without causing myself to pass out from pain.
I ventured out briefly this morning and discovered that it’s frickin’ cold out there, even by my standards. I picked up a couple more of those Duraflame logs to give myself some added warmth and ambience tonight.
In any case, that pretty much brings you up to date, in case you were worried that you were missing out on something with the lack of a substantial post yesterday.