Well, it hasÂ finally happened. I’ve lost a part of myself. All work and no play has made Sam a something something or other. . . . See, I’ve been working so much I can’t even remember how to finish that. And you know what? I don’t care. I just don’t care.
I don’t care about anything anymore. Especially things skeptical.Â I just don’t. Like those smug,Â pasty, inbredÂ British Petroleum executives don’t give a damn about the damage they’re doing in the Gulf of Mexico, I can’t bring myself to care about anythingÂ skeptical. And I need your help.
Maybe if I saw you guys being passionate and hilarious about something it would re-ignite my own passion about critical thinking and skeptical issues. Please, help me care again.
How do you stay jazzed about this work? What issues are sure to get you on your soap box/protest line/blog interface? Can you share with us an over-the-top,Â passionate tirade about those issues (please rant, curse, and use hyperbole to extremes)? Is there any discernible difference between the cold, emptyÂ vacuum of your heart and the lifeless void of deep space (smug,Â pasty, inbredÂ British Petroleum executives only)?
The Afternoon Inquisition (or AI) is a question posed to you, the Skepchick community. Look for it to appear Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays at 3pm ET.