Why can't I find a shitty ghost-hunting book when I need one?

Luckily, the Intertard allowed me to download the one I need. I have such a strange job. I mean seriously, I spend all day talking about alien abductions, hollow earth theories, and space Nazis, our lizard overlords, occasionally overdosing on placebos in front of my class and failing to die...and, on top of it all, sometimes my research demands that I absolutely, positively must have the moronic tome of some jackass.

Life is so strange.

Yet I wonder, what was the series of professional choices that led me to thumping my head on my desk night after night? I mean, when I did my dissertation, "The Semiotics of Stripping Nuns," I was interested in the psychology that went into the writing of nun-stripper memoirs. But that is not really enough to explain how I got into examining extreme beliefs. There is no moment that I can identify, truth be told, where I can look back and say, "Why oh why didn't I take the blue pill?"

Meh. Enough.

There is some exciting news here in Atlanta. Masala Skeptic has posted about an exciting opportunity for folks to get involved with skepticism here in Atlanta. This is the upcoming Skepticamp, which I will be involved with.

This year, SkeptiCamp will be streaming live (yay!).

I fully expect all of you to watch all 14 hours of non-stop, heart pounding lecture action. Actually, I have had a preview of some of the talks, and I can assure you they will be quite interesting.

This is going to be a lot of fun. Hopefully there will be some surprises. I was promised surprises.

HJ