© 2003-2006 David Moles

Chrononautic Log

«  Razor time
  Main  
Heavy weather  »

life

You think you’re my people but you’re not.

1 o'clock, June 27, 2006

Not you guys! You’re totally my peeps, no question. These guys. (To clarify: that’s the people being talked about there, not the people doing the talking. Well, some of the people in the comments section are also not my people. But the “Brights,” definitely not my people. ’Cause I know some people who don’t believe what they believe who are pretty damn bright, and to not realize how bright those people are, you’d have to be pretty damn Dim.)

Next time I go to a mainstream SF convention, I’m getting myself a T-shirt that says FANS ARE NOT SLANS.

(And if I was less easygoing, I might get one that says JUST BECAUSE WE’RE BOTH ATHEISTS DOESN’T MEAN YOU’RE NOT A NARROW-MINDED BIGOT. But I’m usually not that confrontational. Maybe I just need one that says STEVEN JAY GOULD HAS A POSSE.)

Comments

When the aliens come, they will eat the fans first. This much is obvious.

—— JeremyT, 7:16 AM, Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Remnant of a planned postering campaign when I was an undergrad: Stephen Jay Gould brightens without harsh bleach.

—— Susan, 8:16 AM, Tuesday, June 27, 2006

No, I like the bigot T-shirt better. Bright? Dim bulb, more likely.

—— La Gringa, 11:37 AM, Thursday, June 29, 2006