It’s quite an honor to share the stage with The 21st Floor , Men Make a Tiger , Pharangula , Science, Reason & Critical Thinking , Skepchick, but something bothers me about that list. I’m misspelled! I’m doomed, I tell you, doooomed.
It’s my family curse. My father gave me a name everyone gets wrong, and then a create a blog with a name no one can pronounce and few can spell. I knew I should have taken my wife’s name when I got married. No one would have ever mangled “Gjerness”.
Also, normally I’d be able to tell my minions to take wing and conquer the voting, but Skeptic Magazine is not making this an internet popularity contest — they actually have a panel of distinguished judges who will evaluate the contributions of the nominees. Doooooomed.
Unless, of course, you run into Chris Franch, Wendy Grassman, Jon Ranson, Simon Sangh, or Richard Waseman on the street, in which case you should grip them in your taloned feet and fly immediately to my castle, where we can shackle them in the oubliette and…convince them…on how to place their vote.