Skepticon is coming up. Like last year, the registrations are already through the ceiling, which means if you plan on attending you need to get on the ball.
Like last year, it’s in Springfield, MO in the middle of November. Like last year, it’s going to be one of the biggest events of the year.
Like last year, I’m going to be there yammering away amongst a class of speakers that are stupidly out of my league. I’m a lucky dude.
Unlike last year, Skepticon is under new management that has turned the event into more than I could have ever dreamed. One new facet is that Katie Hartman has arranged for the availability of a grand assortment of souvenirs and merch you can acquire to help keep Skepticon free. Last year the attendance of young people was off the charts, largely due to the free entry. Last year we got a mountain of emails from people thanking us for the chance to attend a big national event and to see some of their heroes for the first time. Our movement should be reaching out to these people, and I am proud that Skepticon continues to do so.
So if you support this event, have a few bucks laying around (or could do without your caramel macchiato this week), and you think it’s a good idea to have a huge national event that doesn’t cost an arm and a leg, consider it your duty to support Skepticon and buy a next level imbibing apparatus with a My Little Pony version of one of the four horsemen (as drawn by Kelley Freeman of the USC Pastafarians): Rawk-A-Dawk, SparkleHitch, Dennett Dash, and Harrishine.
Outside of the lab this is what our beakers look like. Use them to slam back some orange juice when fighting that post-convention hangover and get some interesting looks at the continental breakfast.
Pro tip: inviting a woman/man back to your room for coffe = tactless. But inviting a woman/man back to your room to share Jagerbombs from these chalices of secular cuteness is enough win to make Charlie Sheen obsolete. On a scale of 1 to 10, they’re god damned precious.
Speaking of which, you should do that just to make Charlie Sheen obsolete.
I’ve been told lately that I’m too feral in my posts, so I bought all four just to prove I like adorable things with Bambi eyes. If you don’t want to go that route because you’re nicer than me (which is pretty much everyone), you can also buy them to prove you like liquor.