Jebus, it's only the first night. Rebecca Watson, Bailey's, Amanda Marcotte, Red Stag, Vic Stenger, some random ale. I seem to have outlasted everyone else tonight, but I can't keep this up the next couple of nights.
This. Is. SKEPTICON.
I confess. It was pretty funny watching Vic Stenger trying to stagger out of the party room. And it was a wild conversation about the role of chance in physics and biology. You ought to be here.
I think I better curl up and get some sleep now. Let's see when I regain consciousness tomorrow. I might have to stand toe-to-toe with Richard Carrier and Rebecca Watson tomorrow night, and that will be rough.
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