I’m trying to talk myself out of going to the Bigfoot Believers conference today, (Saturday). It would be such a waste of time and money. Plus imagine the sort of granola required to make up that audience. But morbid curiosity and my desire to be an asshole to gullabelievers are beckoning. I couldn’t help but destroy the Q&A by dissing their beloved wookie monster. It also bugs me that they could have an event that silly in the Forth Worth Convention Center of all places. I didn’t think we had that many tin foil haberdasheries in this part of the country. I really shouldn’t go, and I’m not going to go because I won’t pay $35.00 for general admission to make fun of these people. But as one who was once mistaken for Sasquatch by so many witnesses that it resulted in a newspaper article on the ‘sightings’, it would be a shame that people have come all this way and they won’t get to meet any of the sources of the sightings they’re so excited about. Of all the places I’ve been invited to speak, I think I should be at this one. Because honestly I once believed in Bigfoot too -until I realized I was him.
Maybe I’ll stop by the flying saucer festival in Roswell on my way to TAM this summer instead.