(This was supposed to be posted seven hours ago but I’m an idiot. Sorry!) Just a brief post to mention a few factoids:
- I’ll be in Las Vegas in January for TAM5. Come join me! I’m even throwing a big old party Saturday January 20th, and you’re all invited. Except you, weirdo. No, not you, you. I don’t like the way you squint when you look at the computer screen.
- Steve, Bob, Jay, and Evan from the Skeptics’ Guide to the Universe will be there, too!
- I’ll be delivering a paper presentation at TAM5 on Sunday, January 21st. Show up and cheer for me! I promise to be mildly to highly entertaining.
- Reader “exon” tipped me off to this link to this outrageously weird and creepy sea creature. It is at once cute and horrific. Someone else (sorry, I forget who!) sent me this link on more seriously weird sea creatures, though these are a lot less creepy and more majestic.
- I’m on MySpace. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it before, but just so you know, you can now add me as your friend. This affords you certain privileges, such as when you meet me you can say, “Hey, I’m your MySpace friend,” and I will regard you with slightly more respect than otherwise. Meaning that I probably won’t spit on you. Unless you’re on fire or something.
Hey…I'm your (potential) My Space friend, since I just sent you a friend request. I like how you didn't apply one of those crazy layouts that makes peoples' eyes bleed when they look at your page. Nice touch.
And while I was typing this, you accepted my request, so nevermind and, in the parlance of our times, "thanks for the add!"
I too am a potential myspace freind, and being that I live in las vegas getting to TAM wont be a huge problem but being that am a poor college boy I will most probly be sitting out infront of the doors weeping ever so softly.
I *knew* I shouldn't have squinted when looking at the creepy made-up worm monster!
Unfortunately, I'm boycotting MySpace. :P (And have been for quite a long time.)
I boycotted myspace too, but they bought me off with cookies and a puppydog, unfortunately I ate the puppy and petted the cookies.
What?
I have no need for a mySpace account, but I did have a question. What if we want to be spit on?
;P
Well we all want to be spit on, we just dont say such things out loud until we're lacked in the room with our lover(s) and in the throws of passion. That way its harder for them to say now.
Do people who've been your MySpace friend since day one get a special status?
No?
Oh well, see you at TAM.