Fort Gordon, in Augusta, Georgia. I’m down here for my son’s graduation ceremony: he and a small cohort of other highly trained individuals are now Signal Corps Captains, so we were down here to give him a thumbs-up before he ships off to Korea.
He’s the tall one on the far left, Captain Connlann Myers.
I woke up from a dream a little too early this morning. I dreamt that I had died and gone to a cliché. That’s right, I was standing before the Pearly Gates…only they weren’t so pearly, and St. Peter wasn’t exactly nice.
It’s too late for this, I’ve got to get some sleep — I have to go catch a plane in the morning. It’s a list of the most “Dad thing” people’s fathers have ever done, and it just made me sad. It’s all these embarrassing or old fashioned or idiosyncratic stupid quirks from their fathers. There’s a depressing tendency to treat older fathers as behind-the-times dopes, Homer Simpson on the way to becoming Grandpa Simpson.
So I had to think of the most Dad things my father ever did.
I’ll be on the podcast Atheist Airwaves this evening — I guess it’ll be streaming live, if you want to tune in.
This is the lounge. You can discuss anything you want, but you will do it kindly.
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Hey, gang — you know Freethoughtblogs and Skepchick sponsor a whole science and skepticism track at the Convergence science fiction & fantasy convention in Bloomington, Minnesota every year, right? It happens over the Fourth of July weekend, but the planning begins in November — it’s a fairly involved process!
I really, really don’t understand the minds behind this: I’m getting a bunch of messages from sniggering puerile slymepit types who have jumped on a hashtag bandwagon, #wherespzmyers. They’ve got a photo of my face photoshopped onto a plush doll, and then they photoshop that into various scenes.
Warning: the very first image that turned up at that link above is a smiling picture of me spliced into a graphic ISIS beheading photo.
I got this email this morning, and I think it was misaddressed — it’s intended for the people who comment here, not me. Don’t you people have one common address that people can write to? Anyway, I’ll let you all deal with it for a change.
It’s a big day tomorrow! First, Jamie Kilstein’s and Allison Kilkenny’s book, NEWSFAIL, comes out. I’ve pre-ordered it for my Kindle, so I’m kind of hoping my iPad will go beep at 12:01 am tonight. You can read an interview with the two of them on Skepchick right now (I’m not big enough to score an interview with them, or to appear on Citizen Radio, even though Jamie was once the opening act for a lecture I did in DC <drinks whole bottle of bourbon, wades into the ocean, drowns, weeping>).
