In reference to what i am getting from this thread is there is no God and this is all just one big cosmic coincidence? Now how much belief does that take?

2 points here, firstly, How much belief it takes? well, to me, its not really a matter of belief or "faith", its a matter of evidence. Scientists have studied the universe for a long time and concluded, based on EVIDENCE, that the universe is expanding at an exponential rate. By comparing stars at various distances, we can look back in time, literally, and see how the early universe looked and behaved. Which brings me to point number 2: "cosmic accident" is a gross oversimplification of our current understanding of the universe.

We have deduced, based on evidence that the early universe was much denser and hotter and simpler than it is now. Brian Cox used a snowflake as a metaphor, this old, "frozen" universe is complex and interesting, where as the early universe, like a melted snowflake, would just be a dense , hot gass of sorts, ultimately with only hydrogen in it. As Carl Sagan said: This (meaning us humans, earth and every living creature on it) is what you get when you give Hydrogen atoms 14 billion years to evolve.

Right now, our Sun with its immense gravitational pressure fuses 700 million tons of hydrogen into 695 million tons of helium, EVERY SECOND. 5 Million tons of pure energy is released, equaling something like 200 million Hiroshima bombs EVERY SECOND. Yet these extreme numbers are peanuts compared to the events that shaped our universe. Our sun simply isnt powerful enough to fuse helium and create heavier elements. For that, we need bigger "Weapons of Cosmic Destruction Creation" Supernovae, red giants, galactic collisions and supermassive black holes, nebulae and gas clouds beyond all imaginations. From cosmic events like this, all the ingredients we take for granted here on earth, (like carbon etc) were originally created. Again when talking about grand stuff like this that I know little about, it is best to qoute Carl Sagan again:

We are the Stuff Of Stars.

I love that quote because it is literally true.

So thats the "accident" before life arose. The exact chemical reactions that gave rise to the first self-replicating molecule is not fully understood, but once that first barrier was crossed (achieving high-fidelity replication) Evolution by natural selection is INEVITABLE.It still took a good 2 billion years before cells start grouping into multi-cellular organisms, but when that revolution happened, we went from flatworm to primates in a measly 700 million years.

That account of the Cosmic accident is a far to brief, incomplete and rough draft of what happened, of course, I only mean to point out that this isnt some mad scientists guesswork. The processes and events above have been predicted, discovered, tested and examined and calculated and peer-reviewed and-- you get the point. They are our current best shot at understanding the universe, based on the available evidence. Naturally, much is left to discover, and thats what makes science interesting.

>> ^dag:
At the very least it would make a great prop for your next mad scientist movie. Wonder what it went for on the great leveler?


£20,700

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At the very least it would make a great prop for your next mad scientist movie. Wonder what it went for on the great leveler?

Darkside is were I'm commin' from all alone,
strangeling niggaz is fakin' on the microphone,
cuz I've bin around and I'm a be around again,
who is it? The black nigga that they call Ren,
Won't be brackin' on a nine dubble M,
my still talk kids turn tricks and you sticks n' stones,
so say wuzz up to my niggaz on the sidewalk,
but all my black the jack so I can night stock,
cuz carry a big stick for niggaz that never shot
beabe gall alwayz talkin' 'bout the trigga, just to get
payed and make it all routin, if I crack pop they runnin'
form tha scene'. There's to many recordz out that ain't
sayin' nuthin', and fake az radio stations ain't playin'
nuthin', sh*t gotta get back, it's time to MC, to many
new niggaz ain't sure like L.B.
I wanna be L and only care from the crean.
Aposse like a bit*h they get put it in the magazine,
get away - french, you ain't right all, you ain't the
source. Niggaz wanted to get with me, but your sh*t was
horse. Ploakin' in my cliss the warz for competition.
If a crit nigga hang around they get a listen.
Try to peep in my note book, but lost a leg. Got
paralised neck up from what you read, a mad scientist...

Weak az niggaz keep I.N.S, but who can come and fade
the mad scientist. I've bin away from the public, cause
I am a enemy. with the black peane disappear like Houdini.
God of the univers I control your soul, shaking niggaz up
from the bottom of the north pole. In my double S four

fifty four with my size ten still towe showe to the floor.
It's simple, don't wanna make it complicated, cuz ya
simple minded niggaz might get frustrated, with ya bang-
bang boogie, cuz Ren heard enough, cuz niggaz don't come
with the funky stuff, that I used to hear in 83 and 84,
when sh*t had to be hardcore, ciminal minded,
you've bin blinded, I'm lookin' for some sh*t like that
but can't find it, 6'n the mornin', police at my door,
niggaz don't make that kinda sh*t no more, sippin' az
niggaz make way, cuz Ren don't play that shit, I'm screamin'
mayday, a f**kin' mad scientist...

Sneaky, sneaky is how I creap up on ya, I clear my throat
and then I drop bombz on ya, now be onest did ya think
the villain releit knew niggaz come out get out the work,
that I put in, figure the pin and I write to the hands feels
of the writes
shit down and dirty you were swear these apetaitis. I be creating
wut ya body longs for and fake az niggaz this is who the song's for,
a mad scientist, but I won't make a frankers dine, I just write
a rhyme, now I blow ya f**kin' mind. You can't follow this I did'nt
leave a sitch, you can't fool the 5 procent that means tray repesentin'
I'm wokin' up light and livin' civilized, the messager elaise yo,
they opened up my eyez. And the B boyz stand on my throne in black
niggaz scared as hell because the villain is back from the sinner
of the earth I'd makin' way like a goffer, nigga by my self, I'm
takin' over, on a mad scientist...

the host has the most annoying voice ever, and that program is filled with test subjects from some mad scientists failed experiment

This guy is like a real life mad scientist!

He's actually quite interesting considering all the things he's done in his lifetime as well as his stance on computers since he's VERY knowlegable in computer security. He reminds me of Doc in Back to the Future. I was waiting for him to talk about gigawatts.

A mad scientist combines the DNA both of Martin Luther King and Malcolm X to create the ultimate, unstoppable civil rights super hero: MLX

Is the reason many of us view electroshock, as a dangerous, mad scientist like procedure forced on the mentally ill with horrible results; due to the fact that one industry whipped up propaganda against this procedure? If there was a cure for depression they would stand to lose hundreds of millions of dollars with life time drug treatments.

Love the new Avatar!

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Gentlemen! Behold! This thing!

Thank you, raven. I only hope I can live up to the mad scientist role.

Huzzah for the Mad Scientist! Way to step up there, Pyrex!

whaaaa mad scientists for the win!!

Gentlemen! Behold! This thing!

Thank you, raven. I only hope I can live up to the mad scientist role.

too small to notice.

actually my mind parsed it: "it has weird googles, it is a mad scientist, mad scientists are usually male"

UnderDog seems very hard to find... sorta remember watching it as a kid.

In 1960, handling the General Mills account as an account executive with the Dancer Fitzgerald Sample advertising agency in New York, W. Watts Biggers teamed with Chet Stover, Tread Covington and artist Joe Harris in the creation of television cartoon shows to sell breakfast cereals for General Mills. The shows introduced such characters as King Leonardo, Tennessee Tuxedo and Underdog. Biggers contributed both scripts and songs to the series. When Underdog became a success, Biggers and his partners left Dancer Fitzgerald Sample to form their own company, Total Television, with animation produced at Gamma Studios in Mexico. At the end of the decade, Total Television folded when General Mills dropped out as the sponsor in 1969.

Underdog was an anthropomorphic superhero parody of Superman and similar heroes with secret identities. The premise was that "humble and lovable" Shoeshine Boy, a cartoon dog, was in truth the superhero Underdog. George Irving narrated, and comedy actor Wally Cox provided the voices of both Underdog and Shoeshine Boy. When villains threatened, Shoeshine Boy ducked into a telephone booth where he transformed into the caped and costumed hero, destroying the booth in the process when his super powers were activated. Underdog almost always spoke in rhyme:

When Polly's in trouble, I am not slow,
So it's hip! hip! hip! and away I go.

Underdog's most frequent saying when he appeared was:

    There's no need to fear, Underdog is here.

The majority of episodes used a common template when Underdog first reveals himself. A crowd of people look up in the sky would say: "Look in the sky. It's a bird! It's a plane!" After which one a woman exclaims, "It's a frog!" Another onlooker responds "a frog?" To this, Underdog replies with these words:

    Not bird, not plane, not even frog, it's just little old me, (at this point, Underdog crashes into something) Underdog.

Underdog usually caused a lot of collateral damage. Whenever someone complained about the damage, Underdog replied:

    I am a hero who never fails.
    I cannot be bothered with these details.

The villains almost always managed to menace Sweet Polly Purebred (voiced by Norma McMillan), an anthropomorphic canine TV reporter as part of their nefarious schemes; she was a helpless damsel in distress most of the time, and had a habit of singing in a somewhat whining tone of voice, "Oh where, oh where has my Underdog gone?", which she sings to the tune of the song "Oh Where Has My Little Dog Gone" when in jeopardy. Recurring villains included Simon Bar Sinister, a mad scientist with a voice reminiscent of Lionel Barrymore, his assistant Cad and Riff Raff, an anthropomorphic wolf gangster based on the noted actor George Raft. Other villains include The Electric (Slippery) Eel, Battyman, and Overcat.

Unlike Superman, Underdog's super powers are not a natural part of his physical makeup. When he is not Underdog, he is incognito as a shoeshine boy and hurriedly dresses in a phone booth like Superman when trouble calls; he must take an "Underdog Super Energy Vitamin Pill" to ignite his powers (like Mister Terrific). He keeps one of these pills inside a special ring he wears at all times. Several episodes show Underdog losing the ring and being powerless, since he must take another pill as his super powers begin to fail. When the series was syndicated in the 1980s and 1990s, the scenes of him taking his energy pill were edited out. Animation fans lambast this as a form of political correctness, as they believe the scenes were removed in order to prevent any glorification of drug use

VideoSift> BBC news for my daily gloom and doom> Ceebeebies> Argos> Vulcan V-bomber fan sites> Videosift> Videosift> Top 10 mad scientists> how to take over the world.com.

Then i turn off my computer, go to MI5, and save the world, again. I seem to do nothing these days.