It's stuff like this that makes me particularly cross with Creationists.

My friend Justin once commented that the best thing to say to a creationist banging on about the improbable perfection of the eye was "Now take your glasses off and say that again."

Wish I'd thought of that one when being occupied by a creationism argument while waiting for my opticians to open of a morning. Instead, I fell back on my trusty "So how come the octopus got the better model?" and comparative performances of cameras (made by fallible man) and eyes.

"So how come the octopus got the better model?"

Because God is a Cephalopod. Or looks like a man with a cephalopod attached to His face, maybe.

IA! Cthulu, FTANG! :)

It's CTHULHU FHTAGN, man! Now The Great Old One's going to eat your brains last when he comes, being the tentacle-faced spelling pedant that he is.

(Grins) I was always doomed to spend eternity being slowly digested by the Elder Gods anyway - Bad spelling here is the least of my sins.

(Thanks for the correction though, I can't beleive I got it that badly wrong...)

We are no longer the Knights Who Say "Cthulhu F'Tang!", we are now the Knights Who Say "Hastur Hastur Hast...<crunch>"

And then... silence.

(with some quiet whimpering)

Interesting talk on maladaptation here (http://www-personal.umich.edu/~nesse/Articles/Nesse-MaladaptNatSel-QRB-2005.pdf).