Apr 032012
I often deride Stephen Hawking, my arch-nemesis, for being a bit of a publicity hound. “Stephen,” I say in between our zero-g practice bouts aboard the Vomit Comet, “have you ever met a camera that you could say no to?” But Hawking’s position as the world’s most famous gimp might not be not be such a bad thing for the rest of us. If his testing of brain-computer interfaces allows me to one day browse my collection of fishnet-themed photography with just a few eye blinks, who am I to begrudge the man his stardom?
But that doesn’t excuse his constant trash-talking. The man recently questioned my parentage using language that would make Al Swearengen blush like a schoolgirl.
