Monday, July 11, 2011


In which Charles Stross argues with a numpty (great term, that) who wants to know what possible credentials (other than being an SF author of the first rank) Stross has that lets him talk about the problems of space flight.

My usual response to people who ask for my credentials is to state that I am worshipped as a god. Mr. Stross is nicer than I.

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