My name is Christina, though some of you might know me from my blog as Ziztur. I’ve written several guest posts over here and am probably most famously known for being the other half in JT’s polyamory escapades. I hail from St. Louis city, Missouri.

JT describes me as the most unique person he knows, though I don’t personally feel particularly unique – I just feel like myself.

I’m educated (I have a doctoral degree in occupational therapy. Primarily I do research, but to avoid ivory-tower syndrome, I also work in the field as a clinician. You can call me Dr. Christina if you like, though I usually don’t go for that sort of thing), atheist (raised secular, I declared myself an atheist after taking an evidence-based research class in graduate school and deciding to apply the principals learned in said class to the god question), mentally ill (I am diagnosed with depersonalization/derealization disorder and attention-deficit disorder), modified (I’ve been tattooed, pierced, suspended, and implanted) am a champion cuddler, and occasionally enjoy writing superfluously long sentences. I tweet @Ziztur.

As a leisure activity, I enjoy finding the most inane news articles on published scientific research, downloading the actual journal article, and analyzing the content for your reading pleasure. I especially dig research on alternative medicine or mental illness. As you might imagine, science writers for media outlets rarely get the science correct.

I am a skeptical liberal ignostic strong atheist existentialist absurdist desirist determinist naturalist ubuntu secular humanist.

I’ll write about atheism, alternative medicine vs science-based medicine, statistics, disability, tattoos, sex (!), the borderlands of science, logic, and unrelated things that catch my fancy and are worthy of your eyes and brain. Sometimes I’ll also do crazy things like swallow homeopathic sleeping pills for Youtube stunts.

Lastly, I love being proven wrong. Being proven wrong gives me prudence to change.

Reach me at Zizturiswrong {at} gmail [dotcom]

…or on Twitter @Ziztur

…or on Facebook


Dr. David Burger

“Dr. Dave is the most effective and innovative activist you’ve never heard of.” ~ JT

My name is David and I’m here to recruit you.

JT says people ask him about how to be an atheist activist. There isn’t a secret. You just do it. Even if it’s just you and one idiot friend with no sense between the two of you. Even if if it’s just you. Just get out there and do it.

I can only promise you that it will feel terrifying and awkward and weird the first 17 or so times you get out as an atheist activist among the general public. After that you’ll get the hang of it.

Read my first post on WWJTD, where I delve deeper into how I met JT.

You can find me on twitter, @DrDavidBurger

I recruit in Kansas City,



I am JT’s lovely girlfriend wife.  I have a degree in neuroscience from the University of Kansas (go Jayhawks!) and used to be president of the school’s atheist group; the Society of Open-Minded Atheists and Agnostics.

I don’t contribute much. I mostly write when JT and I are on a road trip or something. But I’m fierce. Grrrrrrr!

JT totally did not write this bio.

Steven Olsen

I met JT as he was helping to organize Skepticon 2, which was right after I had moved back to the midwest from the utopia of Oregon. One of the first times I hung out with JT, we were walking through the halls of MSU and he paused the conversation we were having because he saw a piano and decided to play the Super Mario Bros. theme music. This is not an unusual thing to witness, actually.

Most of what I do is in the field of comedy writing, such as my website, Carl Sagan’s Dance Party, and my book, Unbelievable History. I am also passionate about promoting reason and building communities dedicated to that end. For two years I was the president of the Springfield Freethinkers and I run a vodcast on group organization for atheists and skeptics.

I live in Independence, Missouri with my wife, Nola, and son Marcus. However, I consider Portland, Oregon with its armies of pirate-clad geeks, technohippies and nude bicyclists to be home and can’t wait to move back.


I write the weekly legal column for WWJTD.  I’ve been a practicing attorney since 1988, 20 years of which was spent in a solo practice consisting mostly of appeals, civil litigation, property, probate, family, and juvenile matters. If you like what you read, please leave me a comment. I like dialog. If what you read pisses you off, you are required to leave a comment. I love debate, especially when reason is brought to bear. I shy away from arguments, though. Really. There’s a difference.

I look forward to the Zombie Apocalypse because I’m dying to know if George Romero was right.

I love anthropology, paleontology, archaeology, and paleoarchaeology. I almost majored in anthropology and now I wish I had. Lawyers don’t get to study bonobos or dig for ardipithecus.

I am a serious fangirl of founding father George Mason. Sadly, my term ends this year, but for now I’m a member of the Board of Regents of Gunston Hall, George Mason’s historic home in Mason Neck, Virginia. If you don’t know who George Mason was, you owe it to yourself to look him up. He wrote the Virginia Declaration, which included a list of basic human rights that had never before been enumerated. He was a gentleman of the Enlightenment, completely self-educated, and one of the most respected of the delegates to the Constitutional Convention of 1787. He was one of three delegates to the convention who refused to sign the constitution because when it was approved by everyone else, it did not contain his Bill of Rights – those first ten amendments that guarantee the freedoms and rights we Americans think we enjoy to the exclusion of everyone else in the world. (Actually, most other countries have those rights, too, and some even have them more than we do – but George Mason started it.)

And if you ever read the Federalist Papers, you’ll note that despite his Christian-flavored deism, George Mason was absolutely adamant about separation of church and state. So, suck it, proclaimers of the US being a Christian nation: the Christian man who wrote the First Amendment said it wasn’t.