Maybe we should be focusing on celebrating scientists who had brilliant ideas that turned out to be wrong. The scientists who were lucky enough to be right already get enough glory.
Way to go, Priestley!
On the other hand, shouldn’t we be celebrating the competent but less than brilliant scientists who sometimes work hard, but who are easily distracted and who frequently procrastinate? I’m, um, asking for a friend.
Glipsnort Day might not have quite the right ring to it…
What exactly does “@glipsnort” mean any ways?
It doesn’t mean anything. It’s a name I made up for a race of aliens when my wife and I were telling stories when our older son was little, 20+ years ago. (Glipsnorts are quite pleasant and reasonable, as I recall, as long as they aren’t exposed to oxygen. They also fall asleep when they get wet.) I liked the name, and it’s hard to come up with unique names on the internet, so I kept it for myself.
I always wanted to know. I am not disappointed.
Lewis Carroll would be proud.
I’d take a Glipsnort over a Volgon any day, even if I’ve never heard anything about Glipsnort poetry.
You mean Vogon. (And I read poetry, but I don’t write it.)