Perhaps you are familiar with this scene from Shakespeare in Love?
Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Philip Henslowe: I don’t know. It’s a mystery.
That’s Skepticon. Every year they struggle to meet the budget of the largest free skeptical conference in the world, and strangely, it all turns out well, and what’s more, the organizers always seems so cheerful about it right up to the instant the curtain lifts. At least, that is, they’re cheerful in public — they might be rending their garments and gnashing their teeth in private, but it doesn’t show, anyway.
They need those last few big bags of cash to pull it off, but it’s no mystery how they do it: they ask you to DONATE. Help them out, it’s going to be excellent!
Also, just like Shakespeare, my talk isn’t done yet. That’s a sign of quality, right?
Shouldn’t that be ‘Bacon in Love’?
Or at least ‘In Love with Bacon’?
Skepticon has posted that there are two annonymous donors who are matching up to $1000 each, so that means that currently, for every dollar you donate, Skepticon receives 3
Speaking from my experiences with large science fiction conventions, everything is run on endorphins, exhaustion and mood-altering substances. The only mystery is how the sheer panic behind the scenes manages to remain behind the scenes.
“Opera happens because a large number of things amazingly fail to go wrong, Mr. Bucket”
Gee, maybe God wants the event to go on so miraculously rescues it?
On the other hand, sometimes things just go right.
Or Douglas Adams, who was a famous procrastinator: “I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.”
Does this mean poopyhead’s talk will be about Hamlet, the Paranoid Zebrafish?