Splendid We

Elles

I’m a freethinker. I’m a freedom fighter. I’m an atheist. Agnostic on a technicality, but atheist sounds more radical and sexier. It also gets me dirty looks and awkward silences. I’m fifteen now. I hope to become a woman of science when I grow up. At the very least, I want to be a defender of reason. Richard Dawkins says I’ll leave a mark on the world someday. I interpret this to mean that I’ll either do something historical, or I will be fossilized. Either one would be really cool.

My goal is to bring a bit of light into the world. So… I guess what I have to say may be interesting.

Do whatever you want. Just wipe your feet on the mat and don’t spam. If you do, I’ll scrape it off my blog and shove it down your throat.

Feel free to write me anytime.

And… Remember…

Thrawn

Most of you probably have no idea who I am, which make sense since you’ve never seen me before. In a brilliant and unexpected move, the fiendish droid leader, General Greivous Elles has added me as a co-author of this blog.

A bit about me: I am a 15 year old socialist leaning liberal bisexual atheist with delusions of grandeur (and perhaps a touch of insanity). I live in Ontario, Canadia (We’re Canadians, that means we live in Canadia). I tend to make strange sounds for no particular reason, and consider ice cubes to be a delectable treat. I’m here to pass some of this strangeness on to you.

I’ve been an atheist for quite some time, I believe since the time I asked my father what the word for “a person who doesn’t believe in god” is. I attended the Ontario system of Catholic schools from kindergarten to grade 8, filling my brain with theology, bits of lint, and occasionally a useful fact or two. Maybe three. Since then I’ve managed to piece together a logic cannon capable of tearing apart even the most formidable of arguments. Unless of course the argument is actually right, but how often do you find one of those?

I’ll leave it at that for today; though I feel like I should say; I’m not very good at rhyming; and finding a rhyme for “rhyming” is rather difficult.

Bunnies.