If you have neglected to book your place, don’t worry. Well, worry, but don’t worry that you’re out of luck. As usual, we only let half the spots be pre-booked, so if you arrive on time, you should get a spot or a table. If you’ve booked already and you’re wondering if you’ve booked, you’ve booked. Anyone who mailed us up until today is on the list. Don’t forget to bring your A-Game. And hey, if crying is part of your A-Game, then who are we to argue?
We’re also working on some new event ideas, our first proper podcast (seriously this time), and of course, we’re still waiting for you all to ‘fess up about those ‘awards’ you got as a kid that later turned out to be pity prizes. C’mon, good sports, best personalities, hardest triers, most patients — we know you’re out there. In the comments, please.
And in advance of our Epiphanies Chaos (and no, we haven’t forgotten the Baby Jesus), I’ll just post, for the zillionth time, a link to My Inventions, the autobiography of Nikola Tesla, on whose behalf, if you see him, you should punch the fella below in the nuts. If it weren’t for the fact that I only came up with it now, we might even have a big wall hanging of Edison and let you take turns punching that guy in the nuts.
Chaos out! We’ll see you Wednesday.
