I feel obligated to point out that "standing next to someone cussing out Buzz Aldrin" is a long way from "managing to meet prominent scientists." Bill Nye wasn't the only one Buzz cussed out while on stage; either John Barnes or Kim Stanley Robinson were speaking at a round table and here comes Buzz to cuss him out and call him a hack ghostwriter that can't even sign his own names to his books. Again - can't remember - but either John Barnes or Kim Stanley Robinson calmly pointed out that a few of those books they'd ghostwritten were for Buzz Aldrin. He gave off far more of an "Abe Simpson" vibe than "Buzz Lightyear."

It was kind of a dream-dashing experience. I mean, this is the privatization of space! We sat on a few paper presentations and it was like watching someone explain the physics behind Orgone energy. There were a shit-ton of space elevators, all of them made out of TBD. There were magical break-even space colonies that relied Fleischman-Pons cold fusion. And then I was sitting down to eat a goddamn sandwich and some fuck from Ansari decides he needs to have a meeting with a vendor and bullies me out of my chair.

I'm still butt-hurt about it.