Ah, the many myths of conference-hound Marc Canter. Overheard this week:
Oh dear, I just did a Canter in the [redacted] presentation. In the sense of "fell asleep in an orange shirt." Not "smoked dope first and heckled incoherently." Or "hit on any woman present, then when told she's a lesbian suggested a threesome with my wife." Or "hired a series of programmers and forgot to pay them."
Not that we'd ever accuse Canter of these things.