Faster than the Eye Can See
This cat— Chipwalla, by name— is one fast fuzzbot. Yesterday he clawed the contact lens right off my eyeball before I had the chance to blink. No shit. Popped it right out with one blinding swipe of a paw. That’ll teach me to be two minutes late with breakfast.
I have to admit I’m impressed. I mean, yeah, my eyeball’s all lacerated now, but really: before I could blink. I felt like I was in an episode of Kung Fu written by Andrew Lloyd Webber.
I’m heading out to PureSpec in Edmonton now. It’s shaping up to be the weirdest GoH gig I’ve ever pulled; there’s nothing for me to do, beyond a 90-minute Q&A. No keynote address, no mandatory panels, not even a reading (unless I want to bundle one into the interview, which I might — PureSpec has a games-heavy focus, and my evil-Holocaust-survivor story not only has a strong gaming tie-in but Nature won’t be running it until December, so an advance screening might be nice). Really, I don’t seem to have much to do except wander around trying to look cute. Which, granted, is getting tougher to pull off every day.
So if you’re out there, and you run into me, buy me a drink and we can bash creationists together.
Ok. You’re on. I’ll be the guy with the goatee and the pony tail.
— Neil
let me know when you come to bc and I’ll buy a beer or seven. I’m good at bashing just about anyone.
Wish I could be there. But since I’m going to WFC I’m SOL for getting away to anything else.
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I’ll be there, and we will arrange for beer!
So that‘s where you got Sarasti from 🙂
– anonypost by razorsmile, who is too badass to log in
I felt like I was in an episode of Kung Fu written by Andrew Lloyd Webber.
Can a musical be performed with bad dubbing and terrible lip-synch?