Scarlett Letters

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I edited books for a Major New York Publisher. And because I'd had a longtime interest in UFOs, alien abduction, and the paranormal in general, I edited a couple of titles on these subjects for said employer. I had a quiet conviction that, while I didn't know what had happened to people who claimed to be alien abductees, something had happened to them, and I was fascinated by the possibilities, as horrific as some of them seemed to be. (And once you've read as many books on this subject as I admit to having read, you realize that these ideas are horrifying.) But nothing can turn a believer into a skeptic so quick as receiving a phone call from an alleged abductee wanting to know where her money is. Or a book proposal that pushes the edge just a little too far. The proposal that ended my career as an editor of the paranormal attempted to relate all of the paranormal phenomena you can think of into one big package, a sort of unified field theory of the weird, if you will. Pyramids were related to crop circles were related to aliens were related to the Kali Yuga World Cycle were related to ghosts, and if A equals B and B equals C, then A equals C and WE'RE ALL DOOMED! I didn't acquire that project, and I never edited another one of these books again.

Now, I should state for the record that I still have an interest in all these subjects. It's hard for me to pass up TV shows about alien abduction, or the occasional episode of UFO Hunters or The Haunted. It's fun stuff to think about, and spooky goodness is always entertaining. For every twenty or thirty crackpots, there are one or two serious researchers (like the well-credentialed Dr. David M. Jacobs, whom I interviewed for a project, who does really interesting research, and who was completely credible--and funny as hell, too) who make pretty convincing arguments on the subject. And I admit that I'm still intrigued by the idea that There's Something Out There. But extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence and, these days, I'm far more interested in the credibility of the evidence than I am in the extraordinariness of the claims.

Which brings me to why I'm posting about all this stuff this morning. On Facebook, an acquaintance whom I know to have some interest in these things posted a link to an article that discusses a video making the rounds in conspiracy circles. The video claims to show President Obama being guarded by a shapeshifting alien secret service agent at a public speaking event. It's all about video artifacting effects, of course, but the narration is hilariously serious, especially the bit about "Illuminati elites being in bed with extraterrestrials." I presume the "Illuminati elites" refers to the president and the assemblage to which he is speaking, specifically, a meeting of AIPAC, also referred to in the video as a "Zionist cabal." What this article and the video it analyzes demonstrates is how a simple misunderstanding of evidence leads to incredible conclusions. In some circles, of course, video can't be argued with; this video may--MAY!--be evidence of government affiliation with extraterrestrial influences. I was never this far into the deep end, ever, and I have difficulty imagining the mindset that would take such stuff seriously.

But if I still worked for that Large New York Publisher, I might see an opportunity for a book about all the ways that evidence can be misconstrued, and all the bogus theories that might emerge as a result.

I use my LJ flist as an RSS reader--not for everything, but for key items...like I Can Haz Cheezburger. This afternoon, they posted something that I've watched a couple of times now and just struck me as absolutely brilliant. It's a send up for all of us who love cats, all of us who love movies, and all of us who love, well, I have to say it, cat videos. The best bits here, I think, are the glassy-eyed look in the head writer's eye, the geeky enthusiasm of the pre-production guy, and the send-up of a certain famous high-tech CEO.

Watch it. Be entertained.

Regular readers know I was delighted by Isaiah Mustafa's Old Spice ad. At this point parodies of this ad have proliferated across the Web pretty liberally. But this one I had to share, especially for any of my friends who regularly answer the call of Cthulu:



With thanks to e_bourne for the tip.

Mythbusters does Star Trek! (Stolen wholesale from terri_osborne.) This makes me so happy I'm actually embarrassed.

My brother's made a video tribute to his 1986 Harley Davidson Springer. Boys and their toys, I swear....

...and I have a hideous cold. This wasn't on the freakin' agenda. Just sayin'.

I was cruising Facebook before logging off to get some rest when I saw this video. Astonishing, wonderful stuff. This man gets it. You tell this man one of his sons is not like the others. Go ahead. Just try. And while you're at it, explain it to me please, because I think that position is full of sh*t. Also, based on our constitution, in which all men are created equal, it's un-American.

World War II Vet Defends Gay Right to Marriage


And now, I'm for bed....

Care of jackwilliambell, I bring you sex with ducks (which, according to Pat Roberson, is the natural progression from being Teh Gay). You will giggle. I promise.