Thank you to the Bad Astronomer. Your pages were a desperately needed lifeline tonight.
One of our television stations picked up that godawful Mitch Pileggi-narrated “Conspiracy Theory: Did Space Vampires Suck Out Our Brains, Leaving Us Able To Produce Only Dribble Like This Show”. They showed it tonight.
I’m what they called an ‘active participant’ when I’m listening to talkback radio or watching a documentary; I respond. In the case of this show, I respond vocally, loudly, with a high degree of animation (the cat, normally used to my carry-on and capable of ignoring me, fled the room within the show’s first ten minutes). Around ten minutes after that, I could feel my brain starting to liquify, like a frog in a blender.
I’m not going to rant about the stunning ignorance displayed by this program[sup]1[/sup]. I’m not up to the job. Had I the powers of Scylla, Fenris and Cervaise, I would still need to add a few litres of hydrochloric acid to get close.
I just wanted to say that the Bad Astronomy pages were a haven in the storm. Sometime around the accusation that NASA killed Chaffee, Grissom and White plus, quite possibly, sundry other personnel who Knew Too Much, I kicked my television in, jumped on it until it was in tiny little pieces and then meticulously flushed it all down the toilet (it had been irredeemably contaminated) and went to read Phil’s pages.
I felt much better after a solid fifteen minutes of debunking. Thank you for a fast dip in the real world.
[sup]1[/sup]I will note, however, that’s it’s my personal belief that a) the writers need to take a look adjusting their medication, and b) if Mitch Pileggi is so hard-up for money that he’d take on this turkey of a job, we should pass the hat around for him, otherwise he’ll be selling himself on street corners next.