Gerard DiLeo
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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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357 Memoirs of Eddie H. Christ, Jesus' Little Brother: Road Trip
The Star of the Magi had provoked astronomical speculation for centuries—well, among Christian astronomers. Some have theorized that it was a nearby supernova. Jesus explained that it wasn’t, because the resulting gamma ray burst—whatever that was—would have wiped out the world. So, probably not.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
356 Memoirs of Eddie H. Christ, Jesus' Little Brother: Star of the Show
The Star of Bethlehem—explosion or implosion? Hell, a supernova gives you both. After it blows, you’ve got a dead star when the dust settles. But then Jesus said that while this was happening, all kinds of fusion reactions happened between the hydrogen and helium. Denser atoms forged as the star collapsed, everything smushing together, so that when the explosion happened, all this denser debris cast off, and all the new heavier elements were strewn throughout the universe.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
351 Memoirs of Eddie H. Christ, Jesus' Little Brother: Star of Bethlehem
Jesus, although the son o’God, was also made up of the same star stuff everyone else is. Look, you’ve got carbon, oxygen, zinc, iron, and a lot of other stuff in you. But God didn’t make any of that in the beginning. In fact, the Big Bang resulted mainly in a lot of hydrogen and heat—eventually. And no heavier elements at first. So how do we have bodies based on carbon, blood that has iron-based hemoglobin carrying oxygen, cellulose for wood, Boswellia for frankincense, and a shitload of myrrh? How'd we get from just a bunch of hydrogen to all of this other stuff that made up life as we knew it?
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
350(+) — Bonus Story: Competition from the South Pole
Ol' St. Frick, aka Clanta Sars, fretted. The numbers just weren't coming in. She had been at it just as long as Ol' St. Nick, aka Santa Claus, but no children were writing her with Christmas list requests like what Santa got.
By Gerard DiLeoabout a year ago in Fiction
