Male Bag
Two great writers of note take time out to visit the Castle. Down at the lounge, enjoying something called a zombie killer, was Borepatch, who said (among other things):
I love the “scienterrific” neologism!
I would just point out that your excellent post is Exhibit A in the Case of the People v. Too Much Government Science Funding,
If indeed that’s the case; the Czar is not sure who funded the study—but we can both agree this shouldn’t have required even a penny from any source for stating the obvious. Congrats on your blogging anniversary, by the way!
And so we leave the lobby lounge bar and head up to the Cafetorium on the second floor, whereupon the Czar hears a terrible row. And whom do we find there? Uncle Jay, the veritable big guy, who is arguing with one of the Tcho-Tcho line servers over what “too much bourbon in the barbecure” really means. Anyway, the Big Guy says he wants to ask us something. He pulls out his wallet and shows the Czar some photos.
You said “But does the study forget about boys? Ah, forget it – the story says that boys get too wrapped up in stuff like football to care about nonsense like Justin Bieber.”
So then… is this Klinefelter’s Syndrome, or is he just an idiot?
Well, he lacks the classical soft, feminine features of Klinefelter’s Syndrome; but let us hope the typical infertility is there.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.