Finnginn

Xmas is one of my favourite times of year - a true atheistic celebration of gluttony and commercialism. I like to indulge in bankrupting dis...

Here in the grim upper reaches of the Northern Hemisphere where the low grey clouds oppress the spirit and the most dangerous animal a philo...

Once, in a science lesson in school, I innocently described a beaker or test-tube or something as half-empty and my lab partners leaped upon...

Everybody loves a good pantoum (except, apparently, the blogger spellchecker which has underlined it in an ugly red squiggly line.  But seei...

As regular reader's of my alter-ego's Facebook page may already be aware I have been obsessing about epiphenomenalism for the last ...

All of a sudden, I have a niece.  After nine months discussion, the parents have decided to call her Molly Rose.  A beautiful name which is ...

The blogosphere has been abuzz with discussion about why I post under the pseudonym Finnginn . The truth of the matter has nothing to do wit...