A celebration of the beauty and majesty of second-rate celestial workmanship!

With all the silly Creationite vs. Darwiniac hubbub hubbubbling over the otherwise, ahem, dignified scientifical and religioverbositous place-mats, doilies and antimacassars of "da Urth," we thought readers (such as they are) might be somewhat mildly barely almost interested in a similar tempest-in-a-bedpan that is even now creating eddies of mild concern on our own blessed and peace-drenched world of Erde.

Briefly--and as any Imperial schoolchilde knows--the "World" was cobbled together by a supra-real entity called the Creatrix, this after she signed a lucrative creation contract with sentient-kind. The contract was of a standard retro-bootstrap variety probably unfamiliar to "Urth" legal vampires and ghouls. However, the Creatrix (who had provided us with excellent references from Jove, Pele, and even Shiva!) was sued in the largest class action suit in our legal history (Humanity v. Creatrix). Generally we felt she'd made rather a botch of the job and some here even accused her of using substandard materials and inexperienced labor. It was a lot of small things: substandard spider webs that weren't "code," too many birds crash-landing or different species using the same chintzy off-the-shelf call, oysters not sticking to rocks as well as they should--that sort of annoying schtoff. The problems quickly added up and after a while we worried about having invested everything in a real "lemon" of a reality!

Anyway, some nob over in our sister city of Pongo here in the Narragansett National District felt that a museum should be thrown up and stuffed solid with dopey displays and ditzy dioramas that would teach both children and farm-hands alike about the miraculously second-rate design and construction of our particular nook of the Multiverse. Natch, it's called the Museum of Unintelligent Design.

The Creatrix, court order in hand and Hounds of Legal Helle at her ankles, is currently flitting about setting everything right, or so she claims. We are calling this phase of her involvement in our very existence Intelligent Redesign. We may be being prematurely hopeful, if that's even a sentence.