Schuyler,
FYI, Stan
asked to come back on the show, so I guess that he likes talking with us. When I recently had lunch with Paul Kimball (along with Ritzmann and Kriss McBride) at the X-Conference, Paul told me that Stan is a good sport, and mostly interested in having stimulating conversations with intelligent folk. I guess we meet those criteria, and if you have a problem with the way I speak, I would suggest that you eat some raw garlic covered in honey and nails. It's good for your throat and toes, and will make your squirrel sandwich taste like a cheese-covered monkey brain.
Oh, and if you can't stand the way that we treat our guests, why continue to listen?
Are you related to Bill O'Reilly?
Do you often lunch with Bob Novak?
Are you a huge fan of Chippy Stern?
Do you read words, or sentences? Do you actively avoid paragraphs?
When did we ever claim to be professional journalists of the paranormal? We're both respectable technology journalists, but in the realm of the paranormal, I'd like to think I'm more of a reticular conversationalist with a ridged spleen vent.
I bet you $5 that you can't stay away from the show for, say, 19 months.
If you promise not to listen to The Paracast for 19 months, Gene will send you some pasta. And concrete. But no chocolate, that's for me.
Stanton Friedman is having the chips, so there's none left for you, Schuyler. Stop whining about it, there's nothing to be done. Try the wine, it tastes so darned good, I wish I had some to send to Bill. He loves that shit.
Here, tell me what you think I am now.
BLAAAAAAP.
I'm a zit, get it?
I once had a sister named Schuyler, she married a Russian plumber and died a few weeks later. She used to make pancakes with vodka and iron shavings.
You want some?
It's a
professional question, so snap to it, monkey boy, and make up your mind. We've got a show to do here, and demanding little squids like you make it all the more difficult. And stimulating.
