My morning started by clicking on a CNN video entitled "Bible Promotes Polygamy, Preacher Says". The segment mostly amounts to Nancy Grace wagging her finger about the sexual practices of some preacher-dude. She implies that his dipstick is checking the oil on more engines than god allows, spawning children at a rate of one every 4 months or something. He tries to downplay how much he's getting, but cannot go into detail because of a lawyer at his side and pending-charges-of-Damocles dangling above him.Just as pangs of shame (over having taken a bite of CNN's prurient bait) started to make my mouse pointer migrate up towards my browser's back-button, said preacher-dude dropped the phrases "nuclear baby" and "about to be turned loose". Immediately, my reflex to type bizarre things into various search engines kicked in.
The first hit at google (searching for "nuclear baby") revealed that the preacher dude is Yisrayl Hawkins. His website clearly communicates "wacky religious fruitcake", including an attention-grabbing graphic, in the sidebar on the right, of a demonic baby — like Chucky, but wielding a missile instead of a knife. I couldn't resist clicking on ol' nuclear Chucky, and was soon glancing through chapter 4 — which seems to be concerned about Israel, Iran, and bunker-busting bombs with low-yield nuclear warheads (presumably the same ones talked about here, only buried in layer upon layer of scripture-babble).
I quickly had enough of that, but decided to search YouTube to see what "nuclear baby" brought up. The result was a freaky video that feels like Alice is trying to send a steganographic message to Bob that looks, superficially, like an amateur post-apocalyptic sci-fi movie.
Which made me wonder, if something were going on, would we even be told? Or would it just play in the press like a raid on a polygamist cult?
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Here's my trippy web experience of the day.
I get a random email from someone in Cedar Falls, IA that said this:
"Todd-can you tell me anything about the Self-Righteous Bros? For
whatever reason your name came up in a google search and I've found no other way to find out information about them."
Sure enough, at one time (1997) I had a fan page for that band up.
So I decided to look to see what other web presence this band still has and found a blog post referencing the hall of fame show @ Duffy's in 2006 (wish I could have gone but I now live in Kansas City). A Lincoln friend had clued me in that it was happening at the time...
So I start to poke around this blog a bit more trying to figure out just WHO this person is... as a fellow music fan and software writer, I figure there is SOME slight chance that I might recognize the person even though I haven't lived in Lincoln since 1993 (though returned often on weekends until about 1999).
Finally I clicked on your last.fm thing which has a 'real profile' attached to it - and I recognize your name from being a CompSci student at UNL in the late 80's early 90's. The pic I was a little iffy on recognizing, but your name is Pohl and I still remember for no good reason you mentioning in a class in Ferguson how your parents named you for the science fiction writer Frederick Pohl. My name is Todd Davis and I waste my time blogging about my new twins, but if you were curious about my pic, it's up at davistwins.wordpress.com.
And that's MY trippy web experience of the day - how one random email led me to the blog of someone I went to college with.
Todd! Yes, I do remember you and those days in Fergutory. This internet thing sure does shrink the dimensions of the universe a bit.
It looks like you've been exceeding average rate of baby production too, although you've found a way to do it without violating any divine ordinances. Blessings to you and your beautiful family! It looks like you've got your hands full.
It's too bad you missed the hall of fame show. It was great to see them again.
Thanks for sharing the story of how you identified me. You made writing about my paranoid flight of fancy worthwhile. :-)
I think Nancy is HOT!
I see you didn't make it past the picture, Steve. I knew I shouldn't have chosen that illustration.
Here's some trippy...
The Self-Righteous Brothers were born in my bedroom.
Wild...their formation as a band or their release(s) from the womb(s)?
boths!
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