I heard from some of you who were surprised to hear that I wasn’t to be heard on the radio this afternoon. Nobody was more surprised than me, and I was Mr. Peter G. Grumbletrousers all afternoon.
No, that’s not right. I was DOCTOR Peter G. Grumbletrousers. The radio interview, which was to be about the language of pseudoscience, did not happen for reasons that are not completely clear to me. It was email’s fault, though. You know, I’m pretty laid back, especially when I’m at work. But, man, it was a slap in the face to be completely forgotten about. Not cool.
I don’t want to complain, but you know by the preceding independent clause that I’m going to. I told my students about it, put aside other work to prepare, and canceled a class to be there. I have to cancel a class next week too because of a conference. It’s going to be hard to justify doing it again so close to the end of the semester.
But when life gives you a turd, make a turd pie! IIG-Atlanta will be officially constituted by the time I am rescheduled, and I’ll be able to announce the $50,000 challenge for evidence of the supernatural, paranormal or occult under properly controlled conditions. That’s a plus. Also, I will be back from NECSS, which I will be attending next week after my panel at NeMLA. (By a very great coincidence, I’m going to be talking at Rutgers the day before NECSS starts and will hop on the train to New York City.) I should be charged up and ready to go after that. And, I am going to ask that a couple of local paranormal celebs be present or invited to call in.
Strike me down, and I’ll become more powerful than you could possibly imagine.