The problem with me hanging around with “smart” people is that eventually someone is going to praise Douglas Hofstadter and his terrible book, and then I will go off on a 30-minute jeremiad about how and why that book is a worthless turd furrow and furthermore how anyone who likes it is a shabby excuse for anything claiming intelligence above that of a nematode.

And then because 90% of the mooks there will love that foul and pestilent congregation of vapors, I will have offended everyone present and no one will want me there again.

There is no way to prevent this. None.