Joss, Joss, Joss, don’t be such a big giant douche. Here is Joss Whedon accepting the Bradbury Award for screenwriting (part of the Nebula Awards):
Note that in this set of Nebulas, the women dominated. Top honours were won by women in the Best Novel, Best Novella, Best Short Story, Solstice Award (for significant impact on the SF field), SFWA Service Award, Andre Norton Award (YA fiction), and Author Emerita categories. The Bradbury Award might be a boys’ club, but the rest isn’t – any more.
What’s this? How do I come to be in this room full of luminaries, when mere moments ago I was in Canada filming a film? Aha! I’ve fooled you! My image is being beamed to you through a wavematronic electron machine that causes you to see me although I am not here. That’s right – this is the future. This is one of the many future gadgets you will soon learn to enjoy.
Future is my business, because I write Fictionalised Scientifics, or as the kids call it nowadays, Fi Sci. And right now, I’m very honoured to be – not physically, but spectrally – among so many people that I admire. Especially you [points], and you [points], and that hot chick over there – why are you even here?
I would like to be with you physically, but I can’t, because I’m filming a movie that I feel certain will make you take this award back away from me. But if I could be there, I would probably say somthing exactly like what I’m saying now. Which is simply that there is no bigger influence on my writing really than Ray Bradbury. He is a forefather of us in so many ways. Nobody made Fi Sci more human, more exciting, the horror, the engagement – it stayed with me my whole life, before Stephen King, before Frank Herbert, before so many people I admire. Bradbury was the first. This award is something that I will genuinely treasure when I actually get to be near it physically. Thank you all. Now – I disappear.