My groupies, redux

October 14, 2011 • 7:04 am

This awesome photo was produced by Sigmund to replace a previous picture of my “groupies”—a nonexistent band of minions invented by John Haught to explain why he lost our debate—that might have induced episodes of epilepsy.

I have to say, though, that in this one I come off more as Roger Ebert than as a rock star.

20 thoughts on “My groupies, redux

    1. It’s a 3-D movie, and everyone got the news except Jerry & the cat in the front row.

  1. There’s a sort of Bond villain vibe about this picture.

    “Do you expect me to convert to atheism Professor Coyne?”
    “No, Mr Sullivan. I expect you to die.
    Of old age.”

    (By the way, it was just a quick photoshop headswap with a recent Antonio Banderas pic)

  2. I love how none of your “minions” are looking at you, or apparently paying you any attention whatsoever. This is actually not a bad model for how atheist groupies ought to behave: it’s not about you, it’s about the interesting stuff you provide. Hero-worship does not become the rationally analytical.

  3. Famously, you can’t herd cats, but you can make them watch the de-mice of old churches.

  4. Ripped off from the Puss in cowboy Boots Première debate report:

    [Coyne attracted] the crème de la crème of industry kitties before the kliegs, including such breed standards as Cat Blanchett, Don Cheetah, Leonardo di Catrio, Zach Galifurnakis, the Real Housecats of Beverly Hills, Kitty Perry, and Justin Timberlynx. “It was a purrfectly enjoyable event—I’m so glad I got up from my nap in time to make it,” one attendee was overheard saying

    Sorry. It’s a pun thing.

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