Warm Fuzzies About TAM6

Sorry. It was just the bald with glasses thing that got to me I suppose. We've been there and done that many times before at previous TAMs. :D


Good point. What up with that? Is there some hidden quota that x% of speakers at JREF events must be bald and/or wear glasses?

I sense a very deep and dark conspiracy... :boxedin:
 
I'm related to Mr. Magoo, and I find all the bald/glasses commentary exceedingly hurtful and offensive.

(Besides, people like that Bad Astronomer have so many other traits we can pick on)
 
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A rather long warm fuzzy, but here goes....

Thursday I don't think I talked to anyone. Exept the bartenders, who I tend to get along with, having been one myself.

Friday, during the day, I don't think I spoke to anyone either, aside from (again) the bartenders and a local couple I talked business with at lunch (talking with strangers I'll never see again is easy). But I was starting to relax, despite Vegas.

Friday night, I got into a conversation with Tobias and Dr. Adequate, which later involved other JREFers, that lasted til sunup, and it was then that it really sank in that I didn't have to watch what I said all the time (which is my daily experience).

By Saturday evening I was quite at home at the Garden Bar.

Sunday I even ventured out to the Nuke museum with other forumites.

This is a big deal for me.

Monday, I'm back home, and I'm feeling good and relaxed, despite the jet lag... until I venture out for supper, having depleted my fridge before I left.

There, I was reading a back issue of Skeptic I'd bought at TAM, which featured an image of a ouija board on the page I was reading when the waitress noticed it and asked what I was reading.

I told her it was an article on facilitated communication with autistics, and that seemed to satisfy her, but she launched into a description of her experiences with the paranormal.

Another waitress came by and asked "What book is that?"

The old knot re-tied itself in my stomach.

I simply held up the magazine so she could see the cover. She squinted a bit and nodded.

Tuesday I returned to work. With the painting of Jesus in the hallway. The call to devotional at 9:15. The solicitation of prayer requests for the monthly newsletter.

I had to assign one of my writers to select scripture for our email subscribers.

The iron maiden closed in around me. I could feel the anger, the paranoia, the misanthropy returning like some latent disease.

But at least now I know that there's a group of skeptics meeting at a bar -- one I know well -- every month in the nearby metropolis.

At least now, 12 times a year, I'll again be in the company of people I can be relaxed and easy with.

Thanks, TAM.

Just promise me, next year, don't way that long with creating contact :)

It was a very nice long chat during the night
 
Perhaps if you worked up a better meet-n-greet method than assault with a fluffy phallus.... That only works on gals like me, and I'm old and married. :p :D

This was my first TAM and although I don't suffer much from the shyness, it was nearly impossible to meet all of the cool people because I was simply spoiled for choice. This is an awesome community of smart, silly, fun people and I'm going to do my level best to get to know as many of you as I can in the virtual world so that next year's TAM will feel like a homecoming.

There are other ways of meet-n-greet???

And why would i want gals that aren't like you?
 
Feel free to loose your slings and arrows, but, IMO, he seemed to me to take himself too seriously.
Well, I think he takes his self-ridicule pretty seriously. And he's going through a very serious personal crisis at the moment as well, as anyone who listens to his podcast should know. So yes, I think he's entitled to be serious about his comedy.

I hope he does come back next year so that I get an opportunity to say "vibraphone" to him.
 
Well, I think he takes his self-ridicule pretty seriously. And he's going through a very serious personal crisis at the moment as well, as anyone who listens to his podcast should know. So yes, I think he's entitled to be serious about his comedy.

I hope he does come back next year so that I get an opportunity to say "vibraphone" to him.

Damn... I forgot to say that! Soccer Girl was at TAM with him.
 
You didn't put Mr. Pinky on him did you?
i don't think so.... not friday at least, maybe saturday.. i honestly don't remember where he has been.

Did you think it was Toby's actual phallus? I don't think the real one is detachable nor as plush--but I've only seen pictures, so I can't be sure.

:p

oh, didn't you see it in real life at tam5?
 
i don't think so.... not friday at least, maybe saturday.. i honestly don't remember where he has been.



oh, didn't you see it in real life at tam5?

Did the grope check at the skepchick pajama party-- only saw the pic on the phone upon your insistence that the image be shared and admired.
 
Good point. What up with that? Is there some hidden quota that x% of speakers at JREF events must be bald and/or wear glasses?

I sense a very deep and dark conspiracy... :boxedin:

Until anyone can prove differently - I mean please, look at Plait and Wiseman, they could be clones - I still maintain that starting around 1961 a fetility doctor started planting his bald/bespectecled seed in women, the male results of which show up at TAMs.

Well, I think he takes his self-ridicule pretty seriously. And he's going through a very serious personal crisis at the moment as well, as anyone who listens to his podcast should know. So yes, I think he's entitled to be serious about his comedy.

For a guy going through a personal crisis he seemed pretty sefl-confident IRL. That was just my impression and, as always, YMMV.

I am sooo giving up smoking!

Noooo! You'll miss out on some great conversations with the not cool kids who skip out on presentations and/or face time to smoke.
 
oh, didn't you see it in real life at tam5?

Did the grope check at the pajama party-- only saw the pic on the phone upon your insistence that the image be shared and admired.

As I recall, at the pajama party when the Mr. Pinky's evil twin approached, you hid behind me as I stood alone to confront the beast.





Dang! I had that memory repressed quite well until now.
 

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