AI: Excuses

Sorry this is late. I was busy hangin with my geeky peeps, sitting on a panel with 5 fellow Skepchicks, being subjected to Australian snacks of varying edibility (mmm…Tim Tams), brushing shoulders with the likes of Malcolm McDowell, Leonard Nimoy, Mary McDonald, and the dude that played Jaws in the Bond movies (seriously). You know, a typical day at Dragon*Con. So, I totally spaced on my AI.

What’s your excuse?

hat tip to Tim3P0 for the idea ;)

The Afternoon Inquisition (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Skepchick community. Look for it to appear daily at 3pm ET, that is, if the Skepchick responsible has her shit together.

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  1. I’ve been too busy praising the Holy Stephen Hawking and his son Neil DeGrasse Tyson to do anything else.

    Tell me, have you accepted Hawking as your personal lord and savior?

  2. My excuse?

    An ill-advised midday nap had me up until after 2:00 AM last night. I had to get up at 4:30 to ensure adequate prep time to catch a 7:00 bus to Connecticut, arriving at 10:45.

    After meeting a soon-to-be-married friend for a tux fitting and pre-bachelor party lunch/afternoon hang-out, met my dad to look at 897 pictures from his African safari. Then dinner, and an 8:10 bus back to Boston, arriving back at my apartment around midnight.

    I think that excuse covers literally EVERYTHING I missed today. I don’t even know what day it is right now. Thunday, right?

  3. The bartender must have put alcohol in my coca-cola.

    (Excuse borrowed from University of Iowa Football player Shaun Prater, after being stopped for DUI).

  4. I’m sorry, what? You mentioned Tim Tams and I must have blanked out for a while as I contemplated their crunchy chocolatey goodness.

  5. You should follow that guy that played Jaws in the Bond film with a boom box playing the music from the movie Jaws.
    You should walk up to Leonard Nimoy and in your best Sean Connery (James Bond voice) imitation say Spock…. Mr Spock. Then start singing the Nimoy ballad of Bilbo Baggins song. Encore with the Shatner Rocket man song.
    That’s the kind of stuff I would do and be kicked out pronto.

  6. Aw… This reminds me of my Paw Paw (maternal grandfather). Instead of asking you, “Hi, how ya doin’?” he’d ask (in an playfully accusatory tone, mischievous smirk, and a twinkle in his eye) “So, what’s your excuse?” Every time. When I was little I thought it was weird, but looking back now (he passed away from cancer in 2003), it’s really profound. He always had this ‘it’s an honor to be alive’ sort of feel about him, so I can see his thought process being that we should sort of justify our existence in a way: What are you going to do to make your being here worthwhile? What’s your excuse for getting out of bed today? I have no idea if that’s what he was thinking (too late to ask :-( ), but I like to think that’s what it was. I like it. :-) And I miss him.

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