Junior Ganymede
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May 30th, 2009 by GST

Driving home from work yesterday I was listening to an early Skeptoid podcast, a skeptical show about psuedoscience.  It was about how New Agers have no notion of what energy is–instead of a measurement of capability to perform work, they think about it as a glowing cloud of mystical goodness or something.

He recounted a conversation with a friend who claimed to have healing powers.  As best she could explain, she reckoned that her power came from an ability to “harness energy from an alternate universe.”  The host asked her, “How much energy, and how is it stored?  Is it heat?  A spinning flywheel?  An explosive compound?  Food?”

Pretty funny, but it got me thinking about how I’d like to be able to harness food from an alternate universe.  Like maybe a roast beef on rye, with a bit of horseradish.

What Id like to harness right about now.

What I'd like to harness right about now.

Comments (7)
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May 30th, 2009 10:02:56

Scott B.
May 30, 2009

Please. That’s just silly. Everyone knows that alternate-universe energy is properly stored in rhinestones, which are then fixed to clothing for quick access.

May 30, 2009

I prefer corned beef on rye with sauerkraut.

But, yeah. A glowing cloud of goodness sounds like something with a rather high entropy, and therefore a very limited capacity to do useful work.

Scott B.
May 30, 2009

>I prefer corned beef on rye with sauerkraut.

Pfffffft. So says a man whose daughter serves villains in the desert in a metal bikini.

Adam G.
May 30, 2009

rhinestones – surprisingly inedible.

May 31, 2009

I find your lack of faith disturbing.

June 2, 2009

So where does she get the power then? It’s not the priesthood, so what is it? Does it originate with God? The devil? Just good vibes? Or is it all just an illusion?

I always wonder about these people who supposedly have powers. Some of them who heal and stuff.

Adam G.
June 3, 2009

Matsby, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. And bring you back to life. Using nothing but the power of my sauerkraut mandala.

My real answer is that I don’t know. Most of these people are probably nuts, but you never know. Of course, I’m the superstitious guy who knocks on wood and is scared of ghosts, so don’t take my word for it.

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