For those of you who haven’t heard, today is my birthday. I spent the entire weekend with Masala Skeptic and Carr2d2 (and Tim 3P0 and my husband, too). It was one of those weekends that was so crazy fun that if I tried to explain it all to you, you’d say, “Oh, come on! No one has weekends that fun without lugging a corpse around Miami!” I’m still exhausted from Saturday’s egg rave. There were drinks and laughs and Cthulhus (complete with victims) and Tang and sangria and, at some point, a dude named Hemant and hockey and Mario Kart and incoherent phone calls and pizza in a park and Moose hitting poodles with things… and someone has pictures of it all. Fo’ real, yo.
Saturday night, I vaguely remember discussing Popsicle-molds shaped like people. I said I’d like one shaped like Phil Plait (but Bad Astronsicles is a terrible brand name.)
Last week, for Masala Skeptic’s birthday, she asked you for ideas for skeptically-themed gifts. I’m asking for a different take on that.
What would be the greatest uninvented/undiscovered/imaginary skeptical gift you could give me (or would be willing to give me) if it existed?
The Afternoon Inquisition (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Skepchick community. Look for it to appear daily at 3pm ET.